[ Pavel's loss, BK201's gain. Subtlety and stealth are Hei's purviews; he wields them well and has no qualms about utilizing the edge they give him. Like the battlefield rhyme goes, Who needs the strength of thirty, when you can win by fighting dirty? If it were a contest of minds, he knows Pavel would have the advantage. Brilliant, quick on his feet; he'd outmatch Hei in a simple game of numbers. But Hei has years of experience on the field -- against enemies smarter and stronger. He's adept at handling whatever circumstances throw at him, a wisdom accrued by practice, not theory. ]
[ Poised at his spot, immobile, he listens to Pavel converse (one-sided) with a doped-up Korra. Do you think that Hei would allow me to kill you? Except Korra has no idea who 'Hei' is. As to the question? 95% likely. Everyone is expendable in the name of self-preservation. Teammates. Friends. Flings. Pai was his exception -- and Yin, to a certain extent. But the City has its own set of rules. No one dies here. Death, like talk, is cheap. ]
[ (It does confirm, though, that Korra is just a bargaining chip. ((But it's just as likely the whole thing is staged -- after a lifetime of battling sociopaths, nothing can be taken at face-value.)) ]
[ A quick sweep determines the placement of Hei's opponent, his surroundings. He inks a mental blueprint of future actions. Quick as a flash, he whips a blade from his coat, flinging it at a pile of crates at the far-corner. With a craaaack, the wood shatters. A ruse to startle Chekov, distract him, perhaps have him shoot with his phaser. ]
[ Time to see what both the boy and weapon can do. ]
action;
[ Poised at his spot, immobile, he listens to Pavel converse (one-sided) with a doped-up Korra. Do you think that Hei would allow me to kill you? Except Korra has no idea who 'Hei' is. As to the question? 95% likely. Everyone is expendable in the name of self-preservation. Teammates. Friends. Flings. Pai was his exception -- and Yin, to a certain extent. But the City has its own set of rules. No one dies here. Death, like talk, is cheap. ]
[ (It does confirm, though, that Korra is just a bargaining chip. ((But it's just as likely the whole thing is staged -- after a lifetime of battling sociopaths, nothing can be taken at face-value.)) ]
[ A quick sweep determines the placement of Hei's opponent, his surroundings. He inks a mental blueprint of future actions. Quick as a flash, he whips a blade from his coat, flinging it at a pile of crates at the far-corner. With a craaaack, the wood shatters. A ruse to startle Chekov, distract him, perhaps have him shoot with his phaser. ]
[ Time to see what both the boy and weapon can do. ]