He had been good today and had played his part in defeating the Snake well. Good, but not good enough however.
Tyrell sat on one of the sofas in the empty common room alone, unwrapping the wrist-tape from his fists slowly and thoughtfully, all the while replaying the battle that had occurred over and over in his mind, analyzing and critiquing every detail of his performance. So far, he wasn't impressed. His reaction time had been slow on a couple of occasions, allowing the mechanical snake to graze him with his tail on a couple of occasions, not enough to injure him, or even to touch his skin, but enough to convince The Shadow that his technique needed improvement.
He needed to be perfect, he needed to be flawless, or the next time he might not be so lucky, the next time it might not just be a light brush, it was something he needed to think about and work on.
Next came the most glaring issue, his unconsciousness after Chi-striking the snake. Whilst it was a danger with the technique and he was still a mere novice in its execution, again, next time he might not be lucky enough to have his foes ignore him, next time his enemies might take their opportunity to turn their now incapacitated attacker into a red smear. And so, Tyrell resolved that the Chi-strike would definitely be getting a little more work, for he needed to improve his technique to the point where his devastating attack didn't leave him helpless.
Analysis complete, the Shadow stood from his seat and stretched. The rest of the team were out by the pool and he wanted to join them, not because of the prospect of frivolity, or socialization, but instead because he believed that he needed to know his team better, if they were to function as one against greater foes....
'Well... Perhaps a tiny portion of my reasons for coming was the frivolity' he thought whilst upside-down and in mid-air, as he completed his impressive backwards somersault into the glistening blue waters of the pool.
Splash
