The air around Rick suddenly turned against him.
He was flung backwards, his helmet nearly slipping out of his arms as he struggled to maintain his footing. As Rick recovered and put on his helmet, he clicked a small button on the back of his metallic right leg. Immediately, suction cups sprouted on his prosthetic feet, meant to provide an excellent foothold in extreme wind and currents. Consequently, the next two pushes sent Rick back a mere meter instead of multiple.
"Well played." commented Rick before beginning his counteroffensive.
He drew his right hand down to his belt, grabbing his sniper rifle and swiftly lifting it out of its sheath. Putting the rifle in both his hands, Rick enabled the close range iron sight, a beam now traveling in a straight line in front of the rifle. With increased visibility, Rick would be able to react rapidly if his instructor attempted to flank him. Half a second after choosing the sight, he aimed and fired, seeking to hit her firmly in the chest.