>"Sure thing."
>Try to capture the moment of breaking on film.
>"And that goes for you, too." Sabine adds as she look up at Ranka, still sitting on air just above Marisa's shield. Sabine gives her one of her cocky grins. "Not like you've got a lot of clothes to get scratched up as it is."
>"That will do, Sabine." Celes chides her comrade.
>Ranka, however, merely giggles. "It's so rare that one sounds concerned with me keeping my clothes
on." With another flirty little laugh, she 'stands', as it were, and puts a few feet between her and the top of the shield.
>You ready your camera as Sabine assumes a fighting stance, raising her clenched fists in front of her face while bending her knees, a stance you don't immediately recognize. But she only stays in it for a couple of seconds before her knee flashes forward, faster even than your photographer's eye can follow, and strikes the barrier with the force of a runaway jet fighter. The impact generates a pressure wave that tousles your hair a bit. The shiled Marisa created shatters like a pane of glass struck by a thrown rock, a moment which you capture with your trusty camera.
>Sabine emits a satisfied chuckle. "Oh, I don't get to do that often enough." She tosses you a smirk. "You ever find a wall between you and a good picture, come get me."