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Alvarez's smile was toothy, predatory, and definitely amused.

"You ever fly a light fighter, muppet?" he asked, setting in a martial-arts stance, his muscles tensing as he drew a pair of combat knives from his wrist sheathes. "Most people like to fly VHFs or Bombers around here, I fly a Partisan by choice... why you ask? Simple, smaller means I move faster..."

He was running a second later, propelling himself with his soft shoes up off of the deck, catching a crate that he used to give himself even more air. Hitting the side of the XKR that Vicenta was languishing alongside, he shot back, crashing into the unprepared applicant, sending him sprawling.

Alvarez rolled, and came up, already sprinting for Boris, as the lumbering man obliged by dropping to a knee, allowing Alvarez up and off again, to land on the sensor bowsprite of the Social Credit, high and out of reach.

"You see," Alvarez called down, "Partisans have a really high survival rate because, if used right. No one can touch them... so you sure you want to take me on, Esse? Or would you rather give a Heavy Fighter a try?"

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