Gun Bill adjusted her hat. She got to study the girl's fighting style a lot closer than she first expected to.
Her skills were not laughable, not in the slightest, but she was a lot näive, innocent in her battle. Her mind had the single-minded thought of ending the fight and nothing more.
Machines fought like that, at least the simple ones, not thinking laterally for alternative attacks or paths to win or prolong the battle. She was cut and dry, a lot greener than the boy.
"Tsc," Bill whined as she picked up a spray and used it on her leg, the biting pain and mark of teeth hard to heal. She played it cool, but that bite was nasty as if Kissenn was an animal.
'She got creative at the end.' She thought of a way to make the fight last to a draw and not lose. Quick evolution. A nice ability and mindset to have in combat, but she still lost.
