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- "Are you ready for some motorball?!" the announcer screamed.
- The crowd responded with enthusiastic cheering and stomping. Alita could hear the din through the thick flooring.
- "Big crowd tonight," she said, noncommittally.
- "You're popular," Adem returned the tone as he methodically checked his armor.
- "Can you check my armor, too?"
- He glanced at her for an extended moment before gliding over, "Okay. Turn around."
- When his hands brushed her hair out of the way, she swallowed. Starting at her shoulder pads, he worked his way down, piece by piece. The gentleness was unexpected.
- It's not a massage, she kept reminding herself with a burning face. Hands splayed over her lower back--any lower and he'll--and then her hips--
- "Okay! Good enough!" she chirped, "Your turn!"
- "I'm not done yet."
- She grabbed him by the shoulders and forced him to turn around, then took a breath to steady herself before starting.
- Cybernetics replaced every inch of him, except his brain. The replacement body matched his original physical characteristics, as close as possible.
- But, was he this tall? I have to stretch to get my hands on his shoulders. I should say something.
- Say something!
- "How did you come up with the idea of the counterweight?"
- What a dumb question, I should have stayed quiet.
- "By studying you, and your Panzer Kunst."
- "I don't follow."
- As her hands found their way to his waist, his back stiffened in response.
- Ha! Two can play this game.
- "Your combat art relies on rotational inertia, building it up and releasing it. It wasn't something I could imitate, so I improvised, installing a superdense metal connected to an ultra-tension spring. The spring stored up energy as I moved, and the weight focused it when I decided to release it."
- "So you put a punch inside your punch? That's smart."
- "It was desperate," Adem muttered, "One misalignment would have resulted in self-destruction."
- "Good thing you copied my precision, too."
- He chuckled, "That's not all I stole from you."
- "What else did you get from those drawings?"
- I'm almost at your hips now, aren't you going to chicken out?
- "Ah," Adem said, ruefully, "The ink was nonmagnetic."
- Alita tilted her head in confusion then realization washed over her. He couldn't see what was on the paper with an EM-locator. That was the real reason he didn't leave the all-metal motorball arena because he could only detect metal.
- "But, you redrew them? Blind?"
- "Tried to."
- Her fingers stilled.
- "You can see again now," she said, her voice a hushed whisper, "So if you want to draw me, it's okay."
- He nodded.
- "Just not all Panzer Kunst, deal?"
- "Deal."
- "Racers!" the announcer's voice drifted through the walls, "This is your twenty-minute warning!"
- Both grabbed their helmets and made their way up the entry-ramp, shoulder-to-shoulder. The entry-ramp connected to the main hall and the main hall led into the track. Every locker had a ramp, and teams started to march in.
- Adem and Alita felt like coiled watchsprings, ready to snap to life with a single click.
- "Look, these two are scared stiff!"
- This guy looks like a giant moleman, with the round head, short legs, and long claws. Seriously, what do motorball racers have against the human appearance?
- "Dude, shut up. That's Alita," someone whispered to him.
- "So?" Moleman shrugged, "This isn't solo-racing. It's a whole different world, princess."
- Neither of them took Moleman's bait, and they quietly lined up with the other contesting teams.
- You need to be quiet, before I shut you up.
- More gossip filled the hall, while the announcer called out the teams.
- "If she's the battle angel, then who's the schmuck? I've never seen him before."
- "Don't know. Probably some sucker she roped into it so she could promote to advanced. Poor sap, he's going to get focused so hard."
- "Think he's her boyfriend?"
- "Let's find out," Moleman said, then called out, "Damn baby! That's one fine ass! How many credits did you spend on a body like that? A man could crash, staring at that thing!"
- Adem, c'mon, I know you're reserved and all, but at least pretend to get angry--uh oh--no, don't get that angry!
- His jaw clenched, and she could hear it audibly grit. Adem turned his head, everyone's attention settled on how loud his cybernetics whirred.
- When he locked eyes with Moleman, the banter died.
- The helmet in Adem's hand split in half with a click, designed to hinge on the crown, with a seam running vertically over the ears. The front part he held to his face like a mask, then latched the back in place.
- Removing his hand revealed a mirrored faceplate.
- Okay, that's cool.
- "Shit, that's racer twelve," someone hissed, "Nice knowing you buddy."
- "In pole position number three, team Battle Angel. Racers: Alita, the battle angel herself, and racer number twelve!"
- "We need a racer name for you," Alita lamented, as they put their feet on their starting marker.
- "I like it. It makes me sound all business."
- Alita sneered at Adem's voice changer, "That makes you sound weird, I don't like it."
- As the other teams lined up, there was obvious mismanagement of space. Pole position three put team Battle Angel in the center of the line-up. The other teams had shifted away from them as far as the rules would allow.
- Adem looked back at Moleman.
- Red!
- "I was pranking," Moleman stuttered, "No hard feelings?"
- Yellow!
- "Not in a second, no."
- Green!
- Alita rocketed forward, snatching up the uncontested motorball.
- "What's going on?" she turned.
- The other racers were staring at Adem and Moleman, none of them had left their marks.
- Her teammate had spun one-hundred-eighty-degrees and went right at Moleman. None of his team interfered, unwilling to incur his wrath.
- In this fight Adem had three advantages that Moleman did not: extensive motorball experience, cybersurgery training, and a quality body picked out by both a talented surgeon and an elite Kunstler. That translated into no wasted movements, striking exactly where to get the most damage, and delivering great destructive power.
- It wasn't a fight, it was a brutal dismembering.
- Before Alita realized how berserk Adem was, he had pulverized Moleman's limbs and was stomping his stomach into sheet metal. Pieces scattered everywhere.
- "Adem! Stop!"
- His foot froze over Moleman's whimpering chest, Alita's call had stayed the execution.
- When he cruised up to Alita, the other racer's parted. He turned around, waiting.
- No one moved.
- "The judges are making a mercy-ruling! Due to their overwhelming power and the reluctance of the other racers, a default victory is awarded to team Battle Angel!"
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