Mid jab. Heavy backhand. Sweep kick. Project sword. Slash.
An elaborate dance that began with those five steps. No matter how far Juno tried to distance himself from Atlas, he had to appreciate the beauty of a well put together combination. Juno ran the steps in his head, having just practiced that particular setup string for hours. He had obligations to VCVS, yes, but he was at Beacon to learn the craft of a Huntsman. If he didn't practice fighting, he would fall behind, and he couldn't afford that. Not at this stage.
Besides, his team would call him if they needed him, right? He was their leader after all.
The young man hadn't even changed out of the ANUBIS suit as he took a seat on one of the courtyard benches, a hardlight projection of Omicron sitting upon his shoulder.
"I saw a 67% increase in efficiency between your first attempt and your last. I guess that the old proverb is true."
"Fear the man who has practiced one kick a thousand times rather than the man who has practiced a thousand kicks only once." Juno responded, glancing at Omicron as his visor retracted into his headset. "I could still do better. Sword draw kept feeling too sluggish to me."
"67. Percent. Increase. You need to relax. Body monitoring AI's orders." Omicron said with a roll of his eyes before stretching out his arms and standing up.
"Eh, you're no doctor." was Juno's only reply as he pulled his elbows onto the back of the bench, leaning back and watching the other students go by.
Yeah, he could use some time to rest before he got back to the dorm.