It had been so certain of its claws landing into the soft flesh of this stupid meat bag that it took a moment to imagine what it would be like. It imagined the feeling of its sharp claws sliding across the skull bone, ripping that look of fear, quite literally, right off the face of his prey and saving it forever. Maybe even attaching to his own face as a means of causing more fear in his future victims, because that had been so much fun. It had imagined hearing the thud of the man's head hitting the ground, feeling the neck bone snapping under the force of its slice. It had even imagined the feeling of slicing the guy in half, enjoying the sound of the blood splattering on the ground.
All of that fantasy was replaced with brutal reality when, in a feat of impressive speed, its target turned around and saw it coming down from above. For the briefest of moments, the Daggerspine thought it had still managed to get the drop on him, thought it would still get the satisfaction of seeing the man's blood feed the sands. However, as if watching the most horrific slow motion scene, the meat bag's face went from terrified to filled with rage, his hand coming up and catching the Daggerspine in midair, only to toss it like a toy across the room.
Without being given a moment to rest the monster that was this meat bag charged forward with clear intent to end it in a single attack. It was everything the Daggerspine could do to stop the blade from cleaving it in two pieces in that one attack. It knew it's body was designed out of some of the stronger styles of metal on the planet, but even with it trying to avoid that damage, the attack cleaved right through the portion of its arm that kept it attached to its body, sending the thing falling to the ground.
The Daggerspine wasted no further time and backed away, putting some distance between them. It needed a new game plan, this man was a monster, more so than he thought. Who knew these meat bags had the potential for something on this scale? The creature before him was no more a meat bag than the Daggerspine was a skeleton. It was too different, too powerful to be anything normal. Even the Baiters it had met in the first years of its life hadn't been anything like this monster!
Fortune smiled on the Daggerspine in the next moments, as just before the time grew long enough for the man to desire to attack again, the sound of something coming towards them started to flow in from one of the tunnels branching off. This bought the Daggerspine a few moments of reprieve, with which it turned off the sensors coming from that arm. It was no good to him anymore.
As the sound was coming from the tunnel, the warrior's attention was stolen for just that brief enough of a moment for the Code to vanish, which it obviously did, it's speedy form quickly finding a place to hide. The feminine of the two meat bags raced into the area, her attention looking for the monster in fleshy form. Once more things seemed to just work out for the metal bone structured creature, as the new comer's attention wasn't on it at all. In fact, as luck would have it, the lumbering idiot core from before was racing towards them providing the perfect cover.
It timed its movements just right, and took off just as the Yotten's foot landed in a heavy thud, and luck just couldn't have enough of the Daggerspine, for in the next moment the creature roared, the sound ricocheting off the walls, hiding more of its movement, or so it hoped.
It came in rapidly, right from the girly Baiter's blind spot, it's one good claw extended out and ready to pierce the back of her neck, it had enough of trying to play around, if was going for sure fire kill shots. While, admittedly, the truth was it had already been going for kill shots, now it was making it rather obvious that's what it was doing.
Whether the hit landed or not, the Daggerspine would pull it's one good arm back and thrust it forward again, aiming for her heart this time, only to repeat the process once more, only it was aiming for her stomach this time. It would make these b*****d Baiters pay for its arm damn it! Then it would follow their footsteps out of this place! He would finally be free!
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Daggerspine
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 143 Health: 904/1220
Skill: 158 Strength: 67 Defense: 61 [51]
Tactical Advantage:Flash Strike: Your body is meant to move with speed, and you have trained to the point that when given the chance, your speed will shine in battle. If your initiative roll to determine turn order in combat is higher than all of your enemies, you gain an additional attack per turn for that battle.
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Genetic Genocide
Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2016 7:50 pm
Dal'Mori Cestrol Menne
Turn 2
There was an odd sense of satisfaction that came with the sound of his weapon scraping against metal. The reason it was odd is because in most cases you did not want your metal weapons to scrap against anything, let alone metal. The damage it could do to the weapon was often times irreparable. However, as he watched the thing's limb hit the ground he couldn't stop the almost sadistic pleasure he took out of hurting one of those things.
It was but a small action, not really a big deal in the grand scope of things, but you couldn't run without crawling first.
Before he could do anything further to his opponent, there was the sound of something coming up from a tunnel nearby. He was so surprised by this particular fact, that his attention was momentarily stolen from his opponent. A grave mistake by any standard, but he couldn't afford to allow his back to be turned to a potential threat. If something was coming down that tunnel that was another opponent, he would need to ready himself. Fighting one of these things had always been a nightmare for him, but fighting two? He wasn't sure he was capable of it. He had yet to honestly test the full extent of his new body/powers.
When he eyes caught sight of Faelan, he felt himself almost snap back into control, his eyes catching her surprisingly calming ones, despite the fact they were devoid of most emotion. He knew there was feeling in the depths of those sky blue eyes, but for the moment they were calm and focused. Like he should be.
It was like being smacked in the face.
Everything just fit back into place. The rage bled from his system almost as though it had never been there. The fear that had welled up, shackling him from full efficiency was knocked back, but not fully gone. So, while his mind was not completely clear, it would work for now. The downside was instead of his body flowing like it ordinarily would, his motions would be very textbook styled, thus very easy to predict.
The first thing he noticed once he saw Faelan enter into this area was her choice of the enemies, which currently happened to be charging right along after her, loosing a near eardrum blowing roar. Or was that just the way the cave was built? Either way, there was a slight ringing in his ears now, which was sort of distracting.
Distracting enough that he didn't notice until far too late that the monster he had been attacking was now attacking his partner!
His eyes narrowed, his body reacting just a second too late due to the disruption his own fear induced, and he shot after the creature just as it finished its first attack. He would regret it if Faelan got hit in this mission due to his own ignorance, his own fear.
His every step was stiff, his arms fitting into position not quite perfectly, as the second attack was sent Faelan's away, and Dal'Mori saw before his eyes the deaths of several members of his home, which pushed him forward just a little harder. He knew, from personal experience no less, that she was more than capable of taking care of herself, but once again, fear was irrational.
As he watched the last attack be launched, he couldn't help but see the aftermath of it landing. It was one thing to know you couldn't die, but it was another matter entirely to see your teammate face a potential death. In the entire time he had been fighting these monsters he had only ever lost three teammates, and each one had been a devastating loss.
He was not looking forward to adding another one to that list.
Once he was within range of his own weapon he swiped it upwards in another arc, leaning into the attack as much as his body could to push as much force behind the attack as possible, aiming for the creature’s leg. Regardless of whether or not the attack landed he would make sure to put himself between Faelan and this vile stain on the planet.
It was the least he could do for slipping up so much as to allow his partner to be attacked by his target.
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As it watched its claw swipe through the air towards the bipedal female, it felt its stone heart drop a little bit. For one brief moment it thought it had managed to get the drop on her, for she seemed to just zone out. It wouldn't have been happy wiping a life off the face of their planet, but if it meant its own continued survival, it would do what it had to do. In a fight to the death there was only one outcome.
Imagine its surprise when it turned out that the bipedal hadn't zoned out, but instead didn't even register itself as a threat.
The silver haired bipedal lazily stepped out of the way of its attack, and turned the motion into an attack with such bored efficiency that the Yotten felt its heart break. It really was going to die today. No more would it get to feel the stone walls against its crystals. No more would it feel the sand between its claws. No more would it feel the warmth of the sun, or the chill of the moon. No more would it feel the gust of the wind, or even the feel of the occasional splatter of rain.
The cry of pain that came from its lips was a mix of emotional and physical pain. One part mourning the loss of the life it had been happily living on this planet, peacefully one might add. Another part in pure agony as several of the crystals that made up its back simply shattered from the force of the blow from the attack that landed on its back.
It took a lot to break its crystals, so that hurt a lot.
It slowly picked itself up off the ground, its mind a little hazy, but that didn't stop it from being able to pick up all the details it was incredible at picking up. The shift in the sand being the biggest tell, for it had developed a sort of sense in the bottom of its feet, allowing it to pick up movements like that. So, with a blast of electricity, slightly weaker than the last time it used this ability due to the damage to his crystals, it stopped the attack from hitting it. Not enough to truly stop it in its tracks like before, but turn it aside at the very least.
This was followed by a short lull in combat, as even the Yotten had to pause and register the sound of rage that came from the depths of the caves it called home so happily.
Apparently this registered with its opponent too, as the bipedal deemed this enough of an issue to turn their attention away from it for long enough to determine a course of action, for as soon as she turned back she launched another attack. The Yotten, feeling weak, just dropped to the ground to dodge it, before rolling forward, using its own crystals as traction to lift itself to its feet.
When it realized it was all alone in the cavern it called home it felt a moment of relief, until it looked down at its arm and saw that its crystals were losing color. The sadness that took hold of its heart was crushing. It had survived long enough for the bipedal to leave it be, but it was still going to die.
The damage it had sustained was just too great.
It took a few shaky breaths, gathering what little bits of energy it had left into the very hand it had been looking at, the crystals there taking on the tone they usually held, while all the others ones slowly dimmed.
Like watching the green from a leaf slowly dry to brown, so did the purple from its crystals slowly bleed to clear.
With the exception of its hand, all of its body was now covered in white, marble like shells of what had once been a vibrant and magnificent purple. It took one last moment to look around the place it had come to love, the place that had come to be its home, remembering all the joy and happiness it had gotten from these cavern walls.
With one more deep breath, it steeled itself. It was going to die, that was for sure, but it would make sure that it went down swinging.
The Yotten took off, a little slow at first, its body less capable of supporting its own weight in its weakened state, gathering momentum with every step until within moments it was going full tilt down the last tunnel it would ever go down, into the last cavern it would ever see. It allowed all the pain, all the sadness come out in that moment, a roar unlike anything that had left its maw to that moment ripped forth.
A roar full of everything it wanted to express, everything it would miss, everything it wanted, all its sadness, all its anger.
A roar of one about to die.
It charged into the room behind the bipedal, and everything just seemed to slow down. The Daggerspine's last attack, the masculine bipedal’s devastating response, but the one thing it focused on was the one that put it in this position. Its grim reaper. Its hand of death. The Yotten waited until it could see her face, waited until it knew for sure she was looking at it before thrusting its hand forward, the lighting it had built up surging forward in a bright ball of plasma with only one goal in mind.
As the attack left the Yotten's palm, the last of its crystals turned white, and it became obvious it was struggling to hold its body up, but by sheer willpower it remained on its feet. It would face its death head on, standing tall.
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Yotten
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 89 Health: 154/720
Skill: 57 Strength: 57 Defense: 64
Tactical Advantage:Battleground Proficiency: You ensure that you observe the battlefield and commit every building, trash can, rock, or tree to memory. You can utilize the battlefield with ruthless proficiency. You gain +2% to all defense chances, and your opponents receive -2% to their defensive chances against you.
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Genetic Genocide
Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2016 10:45 pm
Maybe she should keep this buggie! She loved the ride, enjoyed the wind in her hair. This was an adventure she would have to keep documented as she drove around. She felt like doing tricks, but feared being called out for her actions by the higher ups. She wondered what it would take to keep this for future purposes, how she could convince the higher ups this was indeed important. Maybe she should stay in Africa, that would work right? She could drive around the forests and do whatever she wanted in this as long as it didn't get destroyed. It was full proof right? Of course, when she saw that Last Chance was getting very close, she made her best attempt to stop enjoying herself and become professional. She exited the buggie, making her way across the land. SHe loved how it looked, the small of nature filling her with emotions. She was happy and this was her first mission! She was ready to fight something crazy,to win! She was going to protect everyone, and do her best as a B.A.I.T.O.R! She nodded and made her way to civilization, asking around for any information. At first, people were a bit timid to answer her, but she kept on. The talk with Bruce had made her very happy. She had someone she could go back and talk with if need be. "You look like one of those Baitors who just came through" Said a voice.
Slypner was confused for a moment, surprised someone would say anything to her. She expected to simply start her way around and find out by tidbits and bits of sneaking around. She wanted to listen to conversations and have her fun but this was a good moment as well. She would gain any bit of information, and this was a good way to do so. "Yes. Yes I am." Slypner said to the man who had called her over. He was a very well tuned man, almost like Bruce but his face was shinier. "They seemed to head off towards that direction." The man said, nodding to Slypner. He wore belts, lots of belts with many tools and nice clothes that fit his body. Slypner could not help but take in his features, and his green eyes. "Oh?" She replied, looking off towards where the man was pointing. Something seemed odd, like the man was leading her for no reason. Slypner turned back and the man had vanished, a set of confusion on her face. She would make her way deeper into the forest. Her moment awaited. ooc: Enter. I hope I didn't step over any boundaries. Went back and recounted the words to see how much I actually have the right way. Will be doing this with all my posts. Sorry for all the quotes
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Code Cores
Code Core 1
The white visor is something that sticks into her eyes, acting like a full scale computer/information highway/general planner. The visor connects a full suit of armor that allows her to walk and move like normal, even if a bit unconventional. Her body is taken over by machines now. She is one with the things she must fight. Slypner's visor has become spiked on the outer rim, large fang like items pop up and down, also turning from green to a tan of orange. Tier: Standard Bonus: Single Stat - Strength - 20%
A.I. Core
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 14 Health: 140/140
Skill: 5 Strength: 13 Defense: 10
Tactical Advantage:Deleter
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 35 Health: 300/300 Control Limit: 280
Skill: 25 [26] Strength: 20 Defence: 25
Tactical Advantages
Deleter - Level 1 - Your final damage (after defense reductions) is increased by 5%.
The reason Faelan had charged ahead, leaving his opponent behind him, was not out of Fear or Worry. No, currently those emotions could not affect him, even if he wanted them too. So why did Fae drop everything to head towards his partner? Well that was simple, his partner's anger. Fae's personal experience with Dal'Mori and his anger was that it made him sloppy. Faelan couldn't currently have that. This was supposed to be a simple mission, but even Fae knew that on a simple mission things could go horrible wrong. So if Dal slipped up early on they could both end up in dire straits. A deep growl erupted from his throat as he noticed that the Purple hedgehog was still seriously following him. This creature didn't seem to want to fight, but yet it still decided to fight till the death. How admirable.
Ignoring the Hedgehog for now Faelan pushed forward without looking back. He was not an indecisive person after all. Once he made it through the tunnel he spotted Dal'Mori looking back at him with a slightly complex expression. Fae couldn't even utter a word to his partner before a sudden sense of danger entered his mind. He immediately stepped off to the side and turned his neck just a bit to get look at the sense of danger. It turned out that even that as a mistake. A spiny hand collided against his mask and caused Fae to spin off and stagger a few steps off to the side. Fae was completely unharmed, but it was at the cost of having his mask completely torn from his face. The sudden jerking motion was painful, but still would not cause any permanent damage and was not yet strong enough to break his neck. Fae's mask was sent flying and spun off to the side of the small cavern. To any normal person this would have been fine. Faelan, however, was not a normal person.
When Faelan fought an internal switch was flipped in his mind and all of his senses are sent into an overdrive state. Normally this sort of thing would kill a person, as the senses would soon over whelm the mind and short circuit what a brain could handle. Faelan was a bit different. As he pushed everything he had to the limits he could cut off unneeded stimuli. Such as seeing color, white noise, and even his own sense of touch and feeling to focus completely on the fight at hand. Still even with this ability he could not fully cut off his emotions at will, and this ability combined with his seemingly never ending wrath would only end with mindless slaughter if otherwise contained. That was why his mask had been created. So as Fae's mask was torn from his face a change could immediately be felt. A thick sense of blood lust immediately filled the area and a chaotic will raged forth from Fae's body. It was at that moment a dark purple flame seemingly condensed within his eyes as these feelings of wrath and anger chilled the air within the cavern. Fae then noticed that the attacks from this unruly creature were not yet finished. Another attack was heading straight for his heart which only made Faelan give a cold snort in anger. “SCREW OFF!” The normally aloof and gentle voice took a sudden turn for the more sadistic as it warned the creature. Fae's hand flashed out and grabbed a hold of the creatures arm that was making the attack. Flashing the creature a cold smile Fae stepped back and spun pulling the creature along and utilizing its own moment to send it staggering towards his partner whom was already poised for an attack.
Luckily enough for Fae was that the moment he had thrown the Daggerspine back towards his partner, Dal, a burn sensation ran through his body. It was not a pain he could ignore, as it was the pain of his body rejecting this power he held within. Still the force of the anger was growing at an exponential rate. The stronger the force became the more his body rejected it. As it still felt like an external force to himself. Quickly Fae's hand reached down and removed his Code Core, the Hilt, from its pouch and activated the syringe function. Without a single moment of hesitation he sent the needle into his neck. It only took a moment for a change to be seen within Fae. His crystal blue eyes had changed back to the radiant glowing gold they had once been earlier this day. The dark purple flame that had existed in his eyes was shrunk and now only took of the portion where his pupil should be. It was a chilling sight. As Fae returned his scattered thoughts back to the fight at hand he noticed yet another attack being sent his way. While he was settling himself it appeared that the Hedgehog had finally caught up the rest of the group.
Sadly for the Yotten, Fae was now in no mood to play around with it anymore. Its life on this plant was finally going to end. Still it had taken a liking to the apathetic creature, perhaps it would use it when this was all done. A dark light resonated with the heavy weapon in his hand, and the weight of the blade instantly doubled from what it was previously. The weapon seemed to be resonating with the power of his core as a red light filled the blade and a dark aura sprang from it. With a cold 'Hmph' Fae lifted the weapon and sent out a horizontal slash towards the Yotten's desperate attack. At the very least the Yotten would need to dodge the attack if it wanted to continue living, and that would mean it would need to give up on its own attack. If the attack didn't hit, or hell even if it did, Faelan would switch up his grip on his blade and throw the heavy blade towards the Yotten's chest so the tip of the blade would peirce through the Purple Hedgehog. In the end if all of those attacks missed their mark Fae wouldn't get discouraged. The Yotten had survived this long after all. So after the sword left his hand a dark chaotic energy shrouded his hands as he left forward looking to clutch the Yotten by it's throat and crush it with his bare hands. The anger in each of his attacks did not let up and had only seemingly increased. It was clear that each attack was now meant to utterly destroy his opponent.
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 112 Health: 1100/1100 Control Limit: 900
Skill: 75 [96] Strength: 75 [95] Defense: 75 [95]
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One Person Army:Level 4 - You believe the only benefit of the A.I. Cores is to supplement your body with additional power. You abhor summoning their physical forms. While fighting without summoning an A.I. Core, you gain an additional +20 to all stats. However, if you do summon an A.I. core, you will receive a -40 to all stats instead.
Shards of Myself
Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2016 11:30 am
Migrating Oasis
The man sat in the desert wasteland of the Last Chance. He hummed and hahed as he looked about himself, and though he was deep in thought, he found it less than important to actually get up and do anything other than sit there thinking about it. Action took effort, effort took energy, and energy was something he needed to stay alive as long as possible--so why waste it when someone else could waste it for him? He had been informed that the mission he had requested had been accepted not long ago, and he was glad for it. He smiled to himself as he waited for the arrival of the baiter. The thought he was pondering? Where the hell did he send this particular fellow? He didn't really know...he hadn't a vague idea of where the migrating oasis would be found--it was, after all, always on the move--which would make this much more difficult. The east was the last known location...and though that might seem like a good place to begin the hunt, it might also be the last place it would be...which was making him ever more frustrated as he tried to figure it out. Damnit. If he didn't nail down the location of the oasis, then he would never be able to fully document or explain its movements. How the thing managed to go from place to place like it did was actually quite incredible. However, as the man caught himself thinking over and over, he lost track of his surroundings--not something you want to do in the middle of an area that A.I. might jump out at any given time...though it was only a Danger 1 area. It wasn't like there were A.I. hiding around every damn corner.
It was at this time that Slypner arrived at the Last Chance camp and when Darka caught glimpse of her walking into the small encampment he let out a shriek of horror. "Don't kill me! I didn't mean to get careless! You have a heart in there, don't you!?" He cried, throwing his hands up in mock defense, knowing that it wouldn't save him when the A.I. Core swung its weapons at him. He just HAD to go and think that not many A.I. came through the actually CAMP...and there they were. Ready to tear him limb from....wait...why was he not dismembered? He peeked through the cracks in his fingers to look at the robot standing there, still. Quickly he took stock of her body, and realized that she had human parts--a lot of human parts. And he knew that A.I. could sometimes replicate the human form..though those were usually the stronger ones. Not to mention she was just standing there, seeming to take stock of the area without actually attacking him...he wondered why. He cleared his throat as he looked to her and chuckled lightly. "Umm...sorry...but you wouldn't happen to be the baiter that I sent for would you? You just seem a little bit...well...technologically imbued if you will. Thought you were an A.I. for a second."'Please don't be an A.I., please don't be an A.I., please, please, please.' He stood up from where he had been sitting and held out his hand. "My names Darka. I sent a message to B.A.I.T.R regarding a patrol type mission in this area. If you're the person sent, well, I can give you a run-down of what we're up to. If you aren't, well, then you can ignore my babbling and leave at any time." He stated with a nod, and before she would even have time to open her mouth he would continue on. "So, there's this magnificent landform in the desert that has been talked about over and over again in text and over the internet, but never fully documented. It's been sort of cast away as a 'legend' or some sort of myth. But, I think it's more than that. I think its REAL. It's called the Migrating Oasis--an oasis in the desert that is constantly on the move--changing location on a regular basis, but never altering the actual design of the area. I mean to say that it is the exact same tree--the exact same pool of water--everything is the exact same every time it appears, but nobody can explain how or why it moves. What I propose is that we hunt this b*****d down. The only lead that I have to go off of is that there is an electrical storm shortly before it appears that lasts for five to ten minutes, tops. The Oasis has been known to stay in the same spot for up to a day and a half at its longest, and a mere two hours at its short points. So, if we see the storm, we must get there quickly. If you're on board, then you can just say the word, and we can head on out!" He said with a grin, grabbing a backpack and slinging it over his bare shoulder before turning back to the woman, hoping that she would lead the way into the desert and begin their little task.
It was not a forest, nor was it nowhere near tropical. Something was messing with her sight, or was it her perception? It was annoying, or more she was annoyed. Somewhere inside her she would always be annoyed. She had to get over herself, maybe ask for a change of herself. She wanted to wear her scars as a trophy, to show she could carry on, and yet she let it weight her down. Of course it made her hit harder, but what would she do in general? She had heard stories of older generations of people whom had walked the oasis and gained a sense of themselves. Was she to learn who she should truly be? Was she to learn that she should change? Was she going to learn to change here? Was she to go back to a simple human body with limbs that looked human but still bore her sadness? She could do that, she could have a makeover, girl time right? It was something that would dawn on her as time went on. From here on out, she would simply do her best on her mission. Her visor scanned the area, orange overlaying the land. She wasn't getting that much of a reading, which was odd. Was she lost? That would've sucked the most if she had indeed gotten lost on her first mission. Lost in thought, she arrived to the camp of Last Chance. She smiled, this was what she needed. Who knew simply walking around would get you to where you wanted to go? It made sense...Every action had a reaction. Either way, she made her way through the camp, people staring at her. She was ok, she was going to do well and act like a normal human being when she heard yelling. She drew her blade, digital bits of data forming together to show she was ready for combat. When the man whom was yelling at her called out more, she realized that he thought she was the beast and she had come to attack. This sent people scattering, and she grew a bright red, but not of embarrassment, of anger.
She raised her sword, swung it down and stopped, just so that he could see her blade when he opened his eyes. "How dare you!" She shouted as she stared at the man who was afraid of her. This is what she was upset about, this is what she feared. Now it was indeed time for a change, now her fears had been realized. This was the sign she needed among this location, and now she had gotten it. She stared at him, realizing he was checking her out. He was going to be a dead man! Her face turned a bright red, and she withdrew her sword. He was checking her out, meaning she still had some sort of...Appeal right? Yeah, she still looked good...Yeah that was a good sign. Maybe she should flex? Maybe she should do a little pose? No! She was on a mission, she had to stay focused and, maybe come back for this guy and see what was up later. God she was such a woman! "I'm one of the Baitors, and I am fairly ticked off" Slypner said as she stared at the man. Now this was her time to look the man over. She observed his figure, and she liked it. He was lean, his was small and he looked like he could handle himself. She snickered, but he could see that. Darka... She thought, taking in notice of his name. He looked like the type who would talk himself into a hole. She folded her arms and let him go to town, and the hole he dug for himself. It wasn't bad, it was just information, information she needed for the mission. She made sure her visor displayed all forms of information, a run way of information for her to have at any moment. Migrating Oasis...How is one supposed to find it? She thought as she listened, a big question mark to the name of the place. She would find it...One way or another. "Storms?" She said towards the end. She looked to him when he said he was coming along. "No...You can't possibl---" But she cut herself off. She could see the look on his face, and she sighed. "Fine, but stay out of my way." She said with a sigh
So they were off, to find a place that moved. They were in the desert, to find a storm...She felt a fool, a large fool with a companion that she would have to defend if the going got tough. He wasn't a Baitor, how was he going to defend himself? He might have brought items with him, but unless he brought something fully equipped, Did he have something? Was he prepared? She wouldn't know until the time came, but she would cross that bridge when she got there. "So...Did you come with something to defend yourself? Can you fight the A.I you've looked to defeat?" Slypner asked. She didn't look on him, she simply needed to be focused on her mission. Of course, this wasn't helping her be more human but she was here to do a job. "I mean, come on. Lets be fair, I can do this" She said as her blade formed in her hand, She even swung her blade a bit, out of his range but close enough to show that she wasn't in-experienced. "I mean come on. What do you have? All I see is skin and..." She paused again. She was already being rude, but it didn't matter. She was going to be real about this situation, tell the man he could die. "I mean what's your story. Why are you---" She started, a storm striking far off into the distance. "Tell me on the way. Lets go" She said as she started running. They would deal with this problem head on.
ooc: I'm an english major, still in college in his last year. I have wrote a series that is stretching into two books already, the first being 53,333 words exactly and the second since it is TBD about 1k - 10k words already. I am already a writer, I write stories and short stories all the time. I run D&D sessions on stories I write and pre-plan. Just because my average is between 15-20 lines does not reflect anything on my writing. I believe in quality over quantity. I have been in guilds where I have written over thousands of words. I am past fluff, and fluffing up my posts. Even if it takes my character years to level up, it will be a story none the less. She doesn't have to be the strongest B.A.I.T.O.R or the quickest, she will be good in her section. As a writer you should understand that.
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The white visor is something that sticks into her eyes, acting like a full scale computer/information highway/general planner. The visor connects a full suit of armor that allows her to walk and move like normal, even if a bit unconventional. Her body is taken over by machines now. She is one with the things she must fight. Slypner's visor has become spiked on the outer rim, large fang like items pop up and down, also turning from green to a tan of orange. Tier: Standard Bonus: Single Stat - Strength - 20%
A.I. Core
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 14 Health: 140/140
Skill: 5 Strength: 13 Defense: 10
Tactical Advantage:Deleter
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 35 Health: 300/300 Control Limit: 280
Skill: 25 [26] Strength: 20 Defence: 25
Tactical Advantages
Deleter - Level 1 - Your final damage (after defense reductions) is increased by 5%.
Zenko Kaze
Brotherhood Of Explosives rolled 1 100-sided dice:
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One minute you're imagining ripping the guts out of two stupid meat bags, the next you find yourself crumpled against the wall with practically no idea of how it even happened.
It was all going so beautifully! As though it had been dealt a royal flush! It had managed to sneak right up behind the new opponent, it had even managed to get the drop on them!
It wasn't until their head dodged out of the way of its attack did it remember that not but a moment before it had been viciously manhandled by the first of these two Baiters that seemed to just stumble into this particular cave. Though! It would boast success as it had managed to successfully land a blow, as glancing of a blow as it may have been.
Apparently, this was the wrong move.
There was an explosion of pressure in the room as the meat bag it was fighting lost her mask from its initial attack. This was clearly some sort of activated effect, not unlike some of his higher level comrades, so it didn't take him completely by surprise. In fact, if it were to be asked, it would admit to feeling quite excited at the idea it was considered enough of a threat that its opponent felt the need to go into this state. In fact, if had to admit it felt a large jolt of pride at the fact that it made its opponent enter this state.
In fact, these sensations left it feeling so encouraged that it pushed a little more effort into the second attack, figuring it might as well go full tilt with this attack. It was seen as a threat, it might as well show that it was worth being looked at like a threat.
It became obvious that questionable decisions were made when it found itself flying through the air in a very sudden burst of movement, the only thing its glowing yellow eyes had managed to pick up before being launched was a twisted smile sent its way.
The next thing it saw made fear rise up within itself like a geyser.
Was it the pressure in the room? Was it the fact that it had been man handled by two meat bags in the same short period of time? Was it the fact that it was flying through the air? No. It was none of these things.
In fact, what filled it with fear was no one thing. It was a combination of things. Specifically speaking, the two monsters in the soon to be tomb. They worked together so well, the Daggerspine could no longer see any way out of this. They were going to die in here, itself and the Yotten. They stood no chance. These two were monsters.
Terrifying monsters.
What it saw, as it was flying through the air, was its previous target rushing right towards the area it was going to land. Its secondary target threw it right into the path of their comrade's attack, and said comrade, without so much as a verbal cue, was right there ready to launch the attack without hesitation. The Daggerspine could not move, could not dodge, couldn't even use its arm to block the attack or it would lose it.
The attack landed with a powerful shattering noise, as the force put behind the attack and the ultimate meeting of metal on metal caused the warrior's blade to simply fall apart. This meant two things for the Daggerspine, the first being that it would not be losing a limb because there was no blade to finish the slice. The second was the more devastating thing, which was that it was sent careening right into the cave wall.
A rough thud later found the skeletal like creature laying on the ground, wondering if it had been hit with one of its races interplanetary devices. It rose from its laying position to see the male meat bag who attacked it looking at the female meat bag, and the pressure in the room had risen further still.
Suddenly it felt horror! A horror that sent chilling tingles down every one of its spines, through every fiber of it's being. It couldn't see out of the left side of its head! Its eye had been destroyed! It would have screamed if it weren't for the natural instincts that screamed louder, telling it to take advantage of the turned back of its opponent.
There was no more room for thought, no more room for tricks or deceit. It needed to end this fight now, so it was time to start pulling out all the tricks! It was time to show why these meat bags called it a Daggerspine! It rose to its feet, and with a wild, jerking wave of its arm three spines shot forth from its hand towards its target, and before they had even gotten half way, there were three more spines ready to be fired already replacing them.
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Daggerspine
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 143 Health: 568/1220
Skill: 158 Strength: 67 Defense: 61 [41]
Tactical Advantage:Flash Strike: Your body is meant to move with speed, and you have trained to the point that when given the chance, your speed will shine in battle. If your initiative roll to determine turn order in combat is higher than all of your enemies, you gain an additional attack per turn for that battle.
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OOC: Drives me crazy, I always feel like I write so much more in these posts, but when I take it and look at it on word, it's tiny. crying
The spiny creature thrust its attack towards Faelan's face. Dal's eyes narrowed. His grip tightened. He watched, knowing that he was moving at full speed, helplessly as the mask was ripped from her face while she almost lost the mentioned portion of her skull.
Second step.
The creature's arm pulled back for another thrust, and everything shifted. The once empty cavern was filled with something his village called killing intent. It was the same thing from before, only this time he realized that her intent wasn't feral, it was uncontrolled! Apparently there was some form of catalyst in her mask that set it off, because once it was broken/removed she went berserk.
Third Step.
Her words, once calm and indifferent, were now filled with the desire to hurt and kill. In that instant Dal'Mori felt something he hadn't felt in a long time. Distrust. He didn't feel comfortable with her if this could happen to her on the fly, in any incident. He couldn't accurately predict how she was going to act, her killing intent was not aimed at anyone, it poured from her in waves. She could have just changed from being a powerful ally to a dangerous enemy as far as he knew.
Fourth step.
She launched the creature into the air with a furious burst of motion, everything about her screaming death. He ignored her for the moment, as he watched the perfect opening come into sight, his weapon swiping up so swiftly it might as well have been a blur to anyone watching.
However, there was a problem, due to the fact that his normal mindset is currently not one hundred percent due to the fear gnawing away at the back of his mind, his usually peerless accuracy was off just the right amount that he didn't hit exactly where he intended, and with a noise that could rupture ear drums, his weapon shattered on impact with the metal foe.
Lady Luck found him in her favor though, and the sheer force he pumped into the attack with that last powerful step sent the spiny creature rocketing off into the wall, crushing the side of its face with a screeching crunch. He tossed aside the hilt of the now useless weapon, figuring he could go get another one later. There were a ridiculous number of them in the armory.
There was a small pang in his chest at the fact that Chen had gone through the trouble to pick that weapon out for him, but he squashed it mercilessly. This was not the time for that.
He turned towards his teammate as she viciously destroyed her opponent. He felt a mix of emotions. A part of him wanted to feel impressed, she had such an incredible means of handling herself on the battlefield. While he could see all the training as clear as day, it was also evident she simply ran on instinct in this state, and her instincts called for death. Not blood, death. Every one of her attacks was obviously meant to kill. While he found that to be a trait most desirable in an ally in this war, the killing intent she exudes so recklessly leaves him worried about the idea of allowing her to watch his back.
As soon as her blade impaled the creature on the wall, Dal'Mori let loose his own killing intent. All warriors knew this little trick. Some didn't know the name, some didn't even know they were doing it, but no matter what the effect was the same. It let the person, persons, or things know you meant business. It was one of the ultimate mental warfare techniques. Dal'Mori focused all of his intent on Faelan.
Where hers could be described as chaotic and sadistic, his could be described as pinpoint, and authoritative. While hers gave the impression she would do anything to win, his was concrete in that he will do anything to win. It was not a contest of wills he was looking for, he wasn't intending to get into a pissing contest or even a fight, he just needed to get her attention.
"Calm yourself."
It was a simple command, but it seemed to weigh a ton in this little room. He had yet to exercise the fact he was the team leader, something Faelan had granted him without complaint, but right now he was pulling it out. He couldn't continue a mission with her if he couldn't trust her, and he trusted the calm Faelan way more than this monstrous one.
Before anything further could come of this conversation though his gut warned him of incoming danger, his body snapping around so fast his hair wrapped around his waist like a belt. This motion allowed him to dodge the first of three projectiles flying his way. His hand quickly came up to snap the second one right out of the air, only for his eyes to widen as pain suddenly sprang up in his leg. Looking down he noticed a third spike had landed in its mark, being stuck in his upper thigh.
He turned a frosty glare towards the creature.
This was not going to be easy. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place. On one side of him, an enemy more than willing to take advantage of his turned back, and on the other was an ally he couldn't trust at the moment.
Wonderful. Just another day in the park.
He pulled his arm back and launched the creature's own spine back at it, aiming specifically for its only good eye. Hey, if the enemy is going to hand you weapons, why not use them right? If they're dumb enough to think you won't throw them back, that's their problem.
As soon as his attack was launched he turned just enough to keep both of them in his vision. He didn't want to think that way about his ally, but he only just met them, and they don't seem to be exactly sane. He needed to be ready in case he was attacked by either of them.
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 140 Health: 1725/1820 Control Limit: 1120
Why must the world revolve around violence? Why must there be death? War? Fighting? Why must destruction be a thing? Why must there be genocide? Hate? Plague? Anger? All these things, and so much more are so toxic, so parasitic, and yet the bipedals rush headlong into them with a reckless abandon!
Worse yet, not only were the bipedals doing it, but its own species was doing it as well! They, who claimed themselves righteous in their actions, were simply indulging in all the things they wanted to remove the bipedals over!
It didn't make sense! This place was so big, so beautiful that not only could everyone live on it peacefully, but they had so much more to focus on than all this darkness and negativity. The Yotten found peace underground. It didn't want to fight, it didn't want this war, it didn't want to spread the blood of those who crossed paths with it.
In fact, its desires were simple. Be around the crystals of the sand, covered by the roof of earth, and feel the warmth of the wind. Yet, due to this stupid war, this stupid fight, here it was, looking death in the face as it limped towards it full tilt.
Upon entering the room, it saw the Daggerspine get tossed about handily, and couldn't muster up the ability to feel sorry for the thing. Several times the rotten creature would show up and attempt to show its dominance, apparently obsessed with gaining power. Other times the Yotten over heard it talking about wanting to rip, to tear, to eat, and thus inferred it also was obsessed with killing. This was why it was about to die today, because of that mentality.
The bloodlust that exploded into the room didn't even really phase the Yotten, it had accepted death as the outcome, fighting something telling everything around it that they'll die isn't exactly going to top that. It just meant that the Yotten would have to try all the harder to hurt this man in its dying breaths. It got ready to launch the bolt it had charged up, thrust its palm forward to shoot it off and...
The attack came whizzing towards it so fast! It almost couldn't dodge the surprising method used to interrupt its attack! If it weren't for the unnatural reflexes its mind granted it, the attack would have cleaved into its chest. It got ready to roar again, perhaps get itself a moment to do one last thing before dropping dead, only for it to stop short.
A grunt of pain escaped the lips of the crystal creature as it thudded violently into the wall, its eyes slowly dimming as it looked down at the heavy blade currently impaled in its mid-section. It coughed, or as close to a cough as something like that can do, and lifted its head with the last bit of energy it had, making sure it's eyes met with the female bipedal. "I only wanted the freedom to live."
With those final words the creatures head slumped over, and with a blinding flash of light the body started to turn into code, slowly disintegrating the body into nothing, as the code swirled into a glowing, pulsing ball that held the same shade of color as the crystals that decorated the Yotten's back in it's prime.
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Yotten
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 89 Health: 0/720
Skill: 57 Strength: 57 Defense: 64
Tactical Advantage:Battleground Proficiency: You ensure that you observe the battlefield and commit every building, trash can, rock, or tree to memory. You can utilize the battlefield with ruthless proficiency. You gain +2% to all defense chances, and your opponents receive -2% to their defensive chances against you.
When the woman had responded to his belief that she was an A.I., she was infuriated, and Darka had to admit...he felt bad. He hadn't meant to insult the woman, but he had seen that he clearly had, and he squirmed in his own skin, trying his best not to let it get to him. He wondered how often she might get that kind of response to her appearance. Judging by the way she reacted, she had received the treatment before. But, the way that she flustered over his mistake--regardless of the armour that she wore...it was kind of cute. He smirked to himself, though he tried to make sure it had been hidden when he was looking her body over. Truly, the woman had a very appealing form beneath the technology she wore, and he wondered why it was that she masked such a lovely womanly figure. Darka had his fair share of experience with women, to be sure, and he wouldn't mind himself a tumble with that one...though, he wasn't a man to just throw himself at ladies. He had a bit more class than that, even if he talked like a man who lacked it. He saw her looking his body over as he spoke to her, but her face was masked by the armour, so he did not see the snicker play upon her lips as she looked at his body. No matter how ticked off the woman was, though, she patiently listened to him drone on about his oasis. Well...not his yet, sure, but it would be! They would unveil this myth together!
When she tried to tell him he couldn't come along with her, his eyes hardened, and they showed that he was not just some strange hippy in the desert. He was an explorer, and he was not going to let this chance escape him. He was going to see the Oasis with his own eyes, and he was going to uncover the secrets that it held. He was going to bloody well put his face on the newspapers around the world. This was big stuff! Legends to unveil! He grinned when she caught herself after seeing his expression, and when she told him to stay out of her way, he almost laughed, though he would let her see for herself that he was no helpless man. As they walked, searching the desert, he stayed cool in his pants, with nothing to cover his body, though his skin didn't seem to burn or sweat. The man was too comfortable to make sense in this kind of climate. When she finally popped the question, asking him if he had any way of defending himself, she was not looking at him, and he almost laughed. He waited, not answering at first, and she continued, stating that she was capable of doing this. Then she made the comment that all she could see was skin, and she caught herself again. This was the perfect opportunity. "Well, my dear. You might be busy looking at the skin, but you have to look a bit deeper than that, yeah? There are things in this world that not even B.A.I.T.R understands. My people...we have spent centuries reading into legends and myths, because the legends people believe to be false...well...lets say the world has more than technology to offer." Darka stated, holding out his tattooed arm, and letting her catch a good look at it as they lit up with runes and a plant grew from the palm of his hand, slowly taking form into a stem and a bulb, opening into a flower that he placed in her palm, bowing extravagantly. "I sincerely apologize for my earlier mistake. Might I have your name, stranger?" He asked, a twinkle in his eye as he looked her over.
"As for my story. It is long...and--" They both silenced themselves as she spoke--the blast of lightning off in the distance...there it was! The storm! They had been right to head in this direction after all! They both went running through the desert sands--the woman having surprising balance in the strange environment. His bare feet pounded against the scorching desert and he smiled as they ran, enjoying the wind in his hair and the excitement of discovery. "I grew up in these deserts. Born and raised. A tribe of my people live here, though we're a bit nomadic. We like to travel from place to place, you see. Kind of like the Oasis that we seek, ironically. But my people are mystics...they are people who have studied magics--millennia old--in order to survive wherever we might travel. I grew up with a knack for it, and with a free spirit. I love to explore--to find new things and new people. It's my life's purpose, you might say." He said with a childish grin as he ran, cartwheeling mid-stride and whooping into the open air as they ran. When they got closer, however, his more serious side took over, and he grew quiet. When they crested the last hill, he stared over it in amazement. There it was...the Migrating Oasis. Two trees, one at either end of the pool of water. Who knew how long it would stay there. It was impossible to tell. And as he was about to burst over the hill and run down for it, they reared their disgusting heads. An A.I. appeared from around a dune, drawn to the Oasis as well--its bones appeared on the outside of its body--a tough exoskeleton, a Bone Beetle. And the second that followed behind it was a sharp featured, golden looking core--a light racer.
Darka bit his lip as he looked to Slypner and nodded. Hoping that she was ready for this...because he sure as hell wasn't. "I guess it was a little too much to hope that it was going to be uninhabited and that A.I. wouldn't be around, huh? I can offer a bit of support, though my combat prowess isn't exactly incredible...but...erm...we could always try? If things get too crazy, I might need to get out of there...I'm not a baiter...I don't get to respawn like you guys do."
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OOC: Okay, so, just so you are very aware. You are likely going to lose this one. You're fresh out of the exam period, and you are alone. The enemies are MUCH MUCH harder in the real world than they are in the first little battle. And honestly, you got REALLY lucky with the rolls you got, as they could be easily double their strength if I rolled high numbers. =P BUT, at the very least, if we crush out some decent posts during the combat, we will be able to get you levelled up a fair bit and strong enough to beat the piss out of these guys next time. ;P However! If you DO manage to beat your way out of this one, then at the very least, you will have a much stronger A.I. core that you can capture, or you can just absorb their stats to buff up your Scraptor. Your choice. ^__^
Also the first roll for initiative on my post will be for Darka, then the Beetle, then the Light Racer. =]
OH! And now that it is battle posts, we will get double lines for all posts after this one, until the battle ends.
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Health: 600/600
Skill: 30 Strength: 65 Defense: 42
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Bone Beetle
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 74 Health: 600/600
Skill: 40 Strength: 58 Defense: 50
Tactical Advantage:Against All Odds: When you are outnumbered with your back to the wall, your combat abilities truly shine. When there are more enemies than there are allies, you gain a +5% chance to all Defense Chances for each foe past the number of allies. This can not be greater than 50%.
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Light Racer
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 81 Health: 720/720
Skill: 50 Strength: 60 Defense: 52
Tactical Advantage:Flash Strike: Your body is meant to move with speed, and you have trained to the point that when given the chance, your speed will shine in battle. If your initiative roll to determine turn order in combat is higher than all of your enemies, you gain an additional attack per turn for that battle.
Genji Gincosu
Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2016 9:14 am
Turn 1
The two A.I. that rounded the dune walked towards the Oasis, moving in towards the water and kneeling down to take a drink. These types of things were incredibly helpful to survival in the desert--water anywhere was a treasure to be cherished. The A.I. drank from the pool of water and they lounged back in the sands, enjoying the area to its fullest. But...why were they so relaxed? Why did they come here to do such a thing--it seemed strange. Darka had never seen something like it--they were so...peaceful. But nothing was meant to last forever, and the man knew that he could not let them ruin this chance. He was here to make a discovery--to figure out what it was that made this place move--what made it work--and he was not going to leave without that information. Darka looked over to Slypner once more before he nodded to her. "Well, here's to hoping we just found two of the stupidest, weakest, easily killable A.I.s on earth, right?" He said with a laugh as he stood up on the crest of the dune and began to run down the slope in towards his enemies. The blazing heat would not stop his advance as he charged forward--he was going to do this!
As he ran down the face of the dune toward the A.I. his arm once again lit up with the runes inside of his tattoos, glowing brightly as they swirled around his arm. And then, he scooped up a handful of sand and the light seemed to flow into it, and as he hurled it into the air, the sand expanded like a blanket as it approached the Light Racer, and from the blanket of sand, it changed form once again, into spikes of sand that suddenly came crushing down towards the Light Racer in attempt to pierce through it. Darka could only hope that he and his companion would be able to face the enemies that lay before them.
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OOC: Bit of a weaker post, but it's always hard when you post, and then you have to post again with little that has changed. =P
The dark purple flame within Faelan's eyes flicked in delight as he watched his blade float through the air. The first attack had missed, but as it was Faelan was more than aware of certain creatures tenacity to survive. When he noticed that the Yotten was not going to be able to dodge this attack, however, a thin smile parted his lips. It was over for the purple hedgehog. Still Fae did not stop there as dark black, and reddish, energy that had appeared on the sword now appeared on his right hand as he bolted forward and latched onto the Yotten's neck. However he did not work his strength and crush the Yotten's neck, but instead pulled the enemy towards himself so there was very little room between them. I only wanted the freedom to live. An amused smile parted his lips as he heard the Purple Hedgehogs last words. “Yet you lacked the strength. In this world the only freedom anyone possesses is the freedom of strength. If you lack strength your right to live will be taken from you, but if you have strength you will take away other's right to live. The yin, and the yang. However I will see to it that you do not die today. Show me your strength to live the next time we meet, or I will cast you aside.” The words were cold, but in them were the only hope the Hedgehog had of living. As the final word left Faelan's mouth the Yotten's color had already faded and his heavy sword had already fallen through and fell tip first into the ground.
As Faelan watched his previous enemy turn into a bright ball of light a sharp force radiated from his back. Turning with a single brow raised, Faelan locked eyes with his partner and gave a soft snort of derision. It wasn't an outright refusal, but there was clear unhappiness from the order. If it was the Faelan from a few days before – the Fealan before he ascended into the Baiter ranks – then he would have listened to the order without a second thought, but now things were different. Fae was different. The anger within him was now no longer a mindless force to be used by the good soldier, but instead it held a more Wrathful presence than before. A more chaotic force to that wanted nothing more than death and destruction. Although Faelan was not happy with the order he did pull back his killing intent to the immediate area around himself. This lowered the pressure in the room, but strengthened the pressure ten fold around his personal self.
Faelan reached out and removed his sword from the sand. The weight of the sword had pushed the it further into the sand than he would have liked, but it wasn't yet impossible to pull it from the sand just yet. A quick pull with most of the strength in his arm Fae turned his body and shot out towards the Daggerspine. As Faelan passed Dal'Mori he could smell the fear that radiated from the man. Instantly his brows furrowed. “Pull yourself together.” Faelan didn't care if Dal'Mori took the sentence as a threat, or actually used it to pull himself together. The issue was that the fear he was giving off was making him look like a delectable target right now. Luckily for Dal, Faelan had a bit more self control than his previous self. Fae kept his speed down so that he would arrive shortly after the thrown spine. Letting his power flow into the blade once more Faelan spun to a stop sending out the blade in a horizontal slash with the full force of his body behind it. His massive killing intent fully infused with the strike.
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 112 Health: 1100/1100 Control Limit: 900
Skill: 75 [96] Strength: 75 [95] Defense: 75 [95]
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One Person Army:Level 4 - You believe the only benefit of the A.I. Cores is to supplement your body with additional power. You abhor summoning their physical forms. While fighting without summoning an A.I. Core, you gain an additional +20 to all stats. However, if you do summon an A.I. core, you will receive a -40 to all stats instead.
Only now, as it watched the end of its life racing towards it did it realize how outclassed it really was. These two seemed incompetent when they first walked in, splitting up without knowing where their enemies all were, or even how many there technically were. That single underestimation had been the beginning of the end. From the start of the fight, to the end of the fight, they had been man handled.
Destroyed.
There was no question that these two would one day rise to greatness.
However...
It sense in both of them a darkness, a greater source of it in the scarier one with the big sword. They had long paths ahead of them, and they would reach greatness, but even the Daggerspine had to wonder what kind of monsters they would be. There was no question in the mind of this creature, darkness was the path to pick. Killing and power, that is all that mattered. That is why it wanted out. To gain both.
That all ended here in these thrice damned walls.
It felt fury rise in it as they conversed before it as though it was no longer a threat. It snarled and rose to its feet quickly, snapping an arm back to throw forth the next set of spines!!
Only for darkness to overcome its sight, and pain to explode in its skull. It had enough time to be surprised at the fact it was now blind, and let loose a short cry of agony and rage before it was sliced in half by a powerful blade, completely wrecking what was left of its body, sending it rocketing into the wall, where it slumped to the floor.
From there, it followed the Yottens footsteps, and with a bright show of light, it slowly disintegrated until it was nothing more than a floating ball of code, hovering a few feet off the ground.
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Daggerspine
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 143 Health: 0/1220
Skill: 158 Strength: 67 Defense: 61 [41]
Tactical Advantage:Flash Strike: Your body is meant to move with speed, and you have trained to the point that when given the chance, your speed will shine in battle. If your initiative roll to determine turn order in combat is higher than all of your enemies, you gain an additional attack per turn for that battle.
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OOC: That was a fast fight. I mean, not in real life time, but it turns time. Edit: Apparently it's really hard to write a post for something that is just dead...
Genetic Genocide
Brotherhood Of Explosives Vice Captain
Mind-boggling Trickster
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Genji Gincosu
Divine Phantom
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2016 7:56 am
Turn 1 (99% Defense Chance )
Misfortune, it surrounded her. It was a very big outgoing part of her life and she wallowed in it. It wasn't one of those. Woe is me moments, she just understood that maybe, somewhere out there, something had put a curse on her. To attack her homeland and destroy it, to make her witness and then to lose bigger parts of her then one could ever imagine. No matter the moment, she couldn't see the glass half full, she couldn't see the light at the end of the rainbow or the full fluffed out clouds. Her skies were always grey and she was always dealing with a set of sadness. Today would be no different. She could feel it, the need that she would have to pull out of this moment, the need to run but her pride, her biggest sin would not allow her to leave. She had traveled so far, she had done so much and yet here she was, walking into death's grips. Would there be a next time? She had to find out first hand right now. She wondered if Darka felt bad for what he had done, for calling her an A.I, for attacking her insecurities...And yet. That was something that didn't have to matter right now. She would address it some point, maybe later in life as a gag, a joke between someone she hoped to call friend. She wondered what he thought of her, but she wondered what they all thought. Here she was, about to be pounded into the ground, and all she thought of was what others thought about her. For a moment, she smiled to herself. Now, for Darka, this would've looked like a smirk, like she was ready to take on these two things and not give a damn. Damn these A.I! There was a fire in her eyes, but other wise, the smirk was misleading. It wouldn't stop her from taking command, millions of thoughts running through her mind. Darka was a hard man, a hardened man to be correct. Slypner could tell he had seen some things in his life, and was a fighter. The fact that he wouldn't be stopped only made him a soldier in his eyes. Should've been a B.A,I.T.O.R She thought to herself, but she wondered. Maybe he had a core, maybe he rigged himself in a way to fight. It would be most effective right now, but her hopes were drowned in misfortune, as usual. She had not angered him by asking if he could defend himself, which only made him want to prove it more. It was beautiful, something she needed to know in the coming moments, because she could not protect both of them, nor herself. It was something you could tell when you saw your opponent. In some matches, you were ready, well equipped even to do battle. Some you knew were going to come at you and you would have to work for it and then there was this moment and she only laughed.
She looked to the flower he had placed in her hand and she laughed. "Darka. The names Slypner, and hopefully if we work together, we can take them down. No...Not hopefully. We will win." She said with an actual bright smile. They had run here together, Darka had explained his story to her, and she had enjoyed it. His people, his travels, his magic, it would all come in handy for how she planned this battle out. It was even, and yet, it was not. If she kept her confidence, boosted their morale then together, they could win, or get one. All she needed was one. Darka had gotten them into this situation, they could've snuck up on them, but by the way the first one had popped up, they would've been snuck up on. It was very funny if she thought about it, but she had run after him to make sure he hadn't died on sight. She hardly knew the name of the ones that they were fighting, she had just joined. She would need to spend some time in the library, but other then that, she knew what she must do. "If it gets too tough I'll cry out the front work. You make it back, you warn people as much as you can." She said as she slid her hand over the air. Her blade formed and it was time to go.
She wondered why they needed to drink. If they were A.I were they not...Useless or more mindless? Were they taking over whatever they could and simply living that life? Were...They trying to find a home? ""Well, here's to hoping we just found two of the stupidest, weakest, easily killable A.I.s on earth, right?" She said just as he did, smiling as she looked to the one with the biggest exoskeleton. She looked to the smaller one but for a second. "We attack together, focus on one no matter the amount of hits we take. All we need is one." She said to him with high priority. "We take the one with the big one. If he's made to play defense, we will make sure to break him first. The other one looks smaller, and that means it's faster. Lets not waste time trying to divide or conquer. We take out one, the other one either runs or we gang up on it. Same with us." She said to him, taking the opportunity as they rushed in together. Of course, Darka had made his choice, and so she had to only carry on with it. "Nevermind! We beat speedy and see how long it takes to tear down a wall!" She shouted as she came for the giant fly A.i. "Prepare to get swatted!" She shouted, aiming for the flys chest. She aimed to slash through it, maybe even do some sort of right clean slice and damage something inside. She just had to wait, just had to drag it down. It would get tired and that is where she would prevail...That's what she hoped for anyway.
ooc: You know how School is. Making me take forever. (Did the math wrong)
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Stats
Code Cores
Code Core 1
The white visor is something that sticks into her eyes, acting like a full scale computer/information highway/general planner. The visor connects a full suit of armor that allows her to walk and move like normal, even if a bit unconventional. Her body is taken over by machines now. She is one with the things she must fight. Slypner's visor has become spiked on the outer rim, large fang like items pop up and down, also turning from green to a tan of orange. Tier: Standard Bonus: Single Stat - Strength - 20%
A.I. Core
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 14 Health: 140/140
Skill: 5 Strength: 13 Defense: 10
Tactical Advantage:Deleter
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 35 Health: 300/300 Control Limit: 280
Skill: 25 [26] Strength: 20 Defence: 25
Tactical Advantages
Deleter - Level 1 - Your final damage (after defense reductions) is increased by 5%.
