It wasn't that Yuuri hadn't gotten any training or schooling in this stuff. From the moment he agreed to the Legion oath onward, he'd actually been putting in the time and effort to learn. He wasn't a stranger to training hard for something, after all. And this was important, far more important in the grand scheme than anything he'd trained for before. The rest of the Legion needed help and a monster was threatening to consume his world and everything and everyone he loved.
Still, superhero lessons, simroom sessions, and even field exercises were nothing like the real thing, especially when the first time he was facing the real thing was even more chaotic than a typical Legion mission. They'd been given some basic orders, but the sheer mayhem of the situation demanded that they respond with their own judgment and adapt to each new situation, too.
Yuuri wasn't exactly a coward. He wasn't weak, even though sometimes he thought of himself that way. But in this moment, being faced with the first time with screams and explosions and fires and a cackling supervillain on every screen, advertisement display, and monitor in the city, his brain went completely blank. It was like it was suddenly filled with white noise.
As he stood there frozen, eyes wide, his heart pounding in his ears, he was a sitting duck.
JASON GRACE
Robots! Okay, if there was a single cool thing about something so horrible, it was giant robots.
Except for the fact that they looked less like mecha and more like giant nutcrackers or something.
And also except for the fact that they were terrorizing a metropolitan area.
Okay, so maybe that meant they weren't that great, but the idea of fighting them got Yuuri feeling more competitive than overwhelmed. He'd played a lot of computer games with robots, he had this.
That was when the robot threw a car at him, one that he caught with a wall of ice only just in time.
"Bwah!"
Okay, maybe he didn't have this. The guy making distressed vaguely incoherent noises needs a little help, Jason.
OPEN
It wasn't long before Yuuri was looking a little battered, his brand new uniform torn and burned and dirty in places. Sweat was pouring down his face, leaving streaks of grime. This whole thing was the hardest thing he'd ever done, harder than any bit of training, more stressful than any competition.
But he was settling into some kind of weird high octane state of anxiety that was actually working in this situation. Every nerve was buzzing with awareness of the situation around him. His ears were straining for the sounds of incoming attacks or civilians in need of help. His eyes were shining slightly as he looked around to find whatever he needed to solve each new problem. He was lucky that the strapped on safety goggles that he'd been given for field use to replace his glasses had some kind of anti-condensation coating on it or they would've long since fogged over.
And to anyone looking at him from the outside, it likely seemed that no matter how many times he got knocked down or how many exhausting hurdles he tossed himself over, he wasn't even slowing down. He was now past the point that many sentients would've found themselves collapsing with exhaustion, and yes, he felt the ache and burn in his muscles, but his limbs didn't even tremble.
He'd pushed himself this far before, but now he was pushing himself even farther -- because this time, it was so much more important that he did.
"Hey!" he waved both hands frantically, after seeing one of his teammates. "Uh. You!"
Crap, he'd forgotten their name.
"That!"
He pointed at a situation nearby, then mentally cursed himself for his relative incoherence. 'Hey! You! That!' So articulate. But he couldn't really help it. His brain was too busy just keeping him going to make his words coherent.
"We have to, um -- go!"
The thing! They had to go do the thing! Help him do the thing!
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It wasn't that Yuuri hadn't gotten any training or schooling in this stuff. From the moment he agreed to the Legion oath onward, he'd actually been putting in the time and effort to learn. He wasn't a stranger to training hard for something, after all. And this was important, far more important in the grand scheme than anything he'd trained for before. The rest of the Legion needed help and a monster was threatening to consume his world and everything and everyone he loved.
Still, superhero lessons, simroom sessions, and even field exercises were nothing like the real thing, especially when the first time he was facing the real thing was even more chaotic than a typical Legion mission. They'd been given some basic orders, but the sheer mayhem of the situation demanded that they respond with their own judgment and adapt to each new situation, too.
Yuuri wasn't exactly a coward. He wasn't weak, even though sometimes he thought of himself that way. But in this moment, being faced with the first time with screams and explosions and fires and a cackling supervillain on every screen, advertisement display, and monitor in the city, his brain went completely blank. It was like it was suddenly filled with white noise.
As he stood there frozen, eyes wide, his heart pounding in his ears, he was a sitting duck.
JASON GRACE
Robots! Okay, if there was a single cool thing about something so horrible, it was giant robots.
Except for the fact that they looked less like mecha and more like giant nutcrackers or something.
And also except for the fact that they were terrorizing a metropolitan area.
Okay, so maybe that meant they weren't that great, but the idea of fighting them got Yuuri feeling more competitive than overwhelmed. He'd played a lot of computer games with robots, he had this.
That was when the robot threw a car at him, one that he caught with a wall of ice only just in time.
"Bwah!"
Okay, maybe he didn't have this. The guy making distressed vaguely incoherent noises needs a little help, Jason.
OPEN
It wasn't long before Yuuri was looking a little battered, his brand new uniform torn and burned and dirty in places. Sweat was pouring down his face, leaving streaks of grime. This whole thing was the hardest thing he'd ever done, harder than any bit of training, more stressful than any competition.
But he was settling into some kind of weird high octane state of anxiety that was actually working in this situation. Every nerve was buzzing with awareness of the situation around him. His ears were straining for the sounds of incoming attacks or civilians in need of help. His eyes were shining slightly as he looked around to find whatever he needed to solve each new problem. He was lucky that the strapped on safety goggles that he'd been given for field use to replace his glasses had some kind of anti-condensation coating on it or they would've long since fogged over.
And to anyone looking at him from the outside, it likely seemed that no matter how many times he got knocked down or how many exhausting hurdles he tossed himself over, he wasn't even slowing down. He was now past the point that many sentients would've found themselves collapsing with exhaustion, and yes, he felt the ache and burn in his muscles, but his limbs didn't even tremble.
He'd pushed himself this far before, but now he was pushing himself even farther -- because this time, it was so much more important that he did.
"Hey!" he waved both hands frantically, after seeing one of his teammates. "Uh. You!"
Crap, he'd forgotten their name.
"That!"
He pointed at a situation nearby, then mentally cursed himself for his relative incoherence. 'Hey! You! That!' So articulate. But he couldn't really help it. His brain was too busy just keeping him going to make his words coherent.
"We have to, um -- go!"
The thing! They had to go do the thing! Help him do the thing!