The Lookout

While Arcosians and Incirrians had vastly different centers-of-gravity due to their body shapes, Lord Apfel couldn't help but note Sailor Arcos' amateurish blade-work. Each swing left her open to at least three attacks Apfel could imagine an experienced swordsman could exploit specifically to incapacitate even an Arcosian.

While Lord Apfel is a master swordsman whose fighting style made extensive use of his World Blade, Artic lacks the Segmentum Governor's skill and training. In fact he has none whatsoever. As he recovers from the explosion, hard-points in the armor taking the brunt of the impact, his senses relayed to him a shift in the Sailor's energy and her rapidly closing the distance, with an energy signature emanating from her wrist, outwards, just like Aspa's Ki-Blade. Artic knew he was in trouble.

He only had enough time to rise up and parry one swipe of the blade from Sailor Arcos, using his left arm. The pain that shot through and the system failure readout on the left arm's blaster told him all he needed to know about whether or not his armor could withstand the ki blade. Not that he held any such delusions. At the minimum, he could still feel his hand. As much as he didn't wish to test the resilience of his physiology to dismemberment, he had no desire to give up yet. Arg, well, it's a good thing that theory won't be tested.

Sensing an opening, Artic swung a kick to Sailor Arcos, aiming it straight at her center of mass, if only to knock her off-balance just long enough for him to get some distance, and fire back with the blaster on his right hand.