Kelvin Yamamoto's boots clicked against the ceramic tiles of the arboretum's plaza, blade in hand as he circled the sparring drone. Sweat dripped from his forehead; the arboretum was humid from the clouds of mist raining down from the sprinklers spanning its dome.
"Your heel, Kelvin." Jun Tran Yamamoto, a man of towering portions and tapering proportions, instructed his son from the sidelines with his arms crossed behind his back. His gaze was distant and unfocused, but followed a Synesthiesiac fulcrum positioned squarely between the two combatants, a center of mass calculated from the average of their own. As they moved, it moved, accentuating who could afford to drive the attack and who should remain reactive. Each time the pendulating force favored Kelvin, he telegraphed his shift to an attack stance by the way he planted his bracing heel.
Kelvin did not heed Jun. He drove forward, and as he swung his blade it awakened with a metallic humming. The drone seeing what Jun had seen, retreated into its backstep, forcing Kelvin to choose between overextending his strike and receding. When Kelvin chose the latter, the drone pressed its advantage, and Kelvin was forced to take steps in retreat as the bot swipped at him horizontally, diagonally, vertically, testing every weakness in his stance as its plain steel blade clanged harshly against Kelvin's Humming Blade.
Drones had their shortcomings, such as predictability, but they made up for it in speed. With each ringing strike of blade on blade, Kelvin's footwork became sloppier, easier to read and guide.
"Your blocking strikes are too short," Jun reminded his son. "The blade works best with momentum. Attack its strikes to parry and break its defense! Stop flailing in reaction, and act with determination."
Kelvin gritted his teeth. Jun watched as the fulcrum once more shifted into Kelvin's favor. Kelvin pressed with rapid, arcing flourishes. The blades hum climbed in intensity and clarity, ringing like a bell against the drone's guard. As with a drone, the tradeoff of Kelvin's predictability was his speed—though his feet telegraphed his attacks, his flurries came with the necessary intensity to build the power of the hum until—
—the sound alone could stun. The drone could not be stunned, but neither did it need to be. It lay on the floor, hand weakly pawing at the marble as its bisected halves struggled to coordinate. With a wave of Jun's hand, the drone became motionless, and he smiled proudly at his son.
"Excellent!" he exclaimed. "You have heard the cry of the Hunning Blade, and wielded its strength. Now, let's see if you can do that again."
Another drone stepped forward. More waited in line, silent and stoic in their duty.
Oh, I love this. And I love that you considered the side effects the the wielder, too. What a lovely little detail, there!
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This is so good! I love this. Great job!
What an amazingly detailed and creative weapon.
An interesting weapon to have; I love the detail you placed into this weapon that is akin to the vibroblade only that it is designed to counteract another weapon goes to show that even weapons can be used to counter other weapons that may cause problems for most people. The story is a nice touch to show the capabilities of the blade itself