The very displeased, enraged being far too uncivilized of an emotion, gentlemanly Jailer found himself calming down. Not because of the empty words that sloshed forth from the filth that was his opponent, oh no, those words had about as much effect on the Jailer as a snowball would have had at putting out the sun. What managed to calm him down was the fact that a gentleman never loses their cool in the middle of a fight, and he had just done that. He was supposed to set an example with his behavior, as all gentlemen should, and losing his head was simply not acceptable. The fact that he had managed to land quite the debilitating blow helped a great deal as well, but he decided not to dwell on that.
Gentlemen do not gloat.
He watched his opponent carefully, as his attacked landed, the pain painting a very clear picture across the Baiter's face. There was a bit of smug satisfaction at that. To this point, not only had the Jailer remained untouched, like a true sir, but he had managed to show this little upstart exactly his place on the food chain. In fact, the little bag of rags understood it so fantastically, he mentioned that the gentleman had a significantly higher chance of walking away from this alive.
As if some other outcome were more likely. Please. The Jailer wouldn't have initiated this duel if there was even the slightest chance of dying. He might be powerful, but he wasn't stupid. You don't get to be powerful by taking on fights you just aren't ready for.
With that thought, the Jailer was finally calmed, and it was evident in his stance. He was still ready to go on the offensive, but it was not as tense as before. If one could even read the body of a robot that is. Due to these facts, it was no wonder he was able to easily dodge around the attacks that were sent his way. His very sturdy cane coming up to turn aside the thrust aimed towards his center mass, turning his body slightly to ensure the blade wasn't even close to its mark. Then, as if to add insult to injury, he didn't even turn around to block the attack coming for his back, his cane whipping around to catch the attack before it could even scratch the surface of his lovely golden body, and with a quick swirl of his wrist he turned it aside as well.
Turning, quite calmly, to face his opponent, the Jailer lifted a hand to adjust his monocle. He would not engage in something a lowly as witty banter, no matter how strong the urge to insult this rather ill-bred man. With his center mass having been severely damaged, it was time to start aiming for his limbs, really diminish his ability to fight back. This decided, the Jailer didn't even try to ready himself, he just shot forward without warning, his cane coming to bare just as rapidly. Deciding he wanted to limit the choices of attack styles that his opponent had, the Jailer went for the right arm first, determining that since most of these creatures were right handed, it would be his best bet. He swung his cane in a quick, but brutal arc, aiming for the elbow area, intent on destroying it.
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 200 Health: 805/805
Skill: 100 Strength: 150 Defense: 150
Tactical Advantage:Solomon's Chains: You have a heightened ability to control A.I. and to repel their attempts at controlling you. This enhanced durability of the body and mind allows you to control stronger A.I. Cores than those of the average Baiter of your same strength. You gain 10% additional Control Limit.
Threigze Fionsi Bez truda, ne vitashish i ribku iz pruda.
Turn 4 100 - (56 - 66 =) 1 = 99% Defense chance.
God damn it! This thing was a nightmare! It looked ugly as sin itself, and just wouldn't die! Nothing she did even so much as scratch the damned things surface, whereas she was struggling just to stay alive! What the actual ********?!
She wasn't given much time to dwell on the fact that this monster was basically playing around with her, and the only thing that made everything okay was that it appeared to be as frustrated as she did. As she threw her attack at its ugly face, it reacted faster than she could move. It let go of her arm and back pedaled so that not only did she completely miss; she was thrown completely off balance. The world spun around her, her eyes not even capable of taking in detail as the weight of her own missed blow took her on a trip.
An amazing combination of luck, movement, and Summer were the only reason the attack did not pierce her body and leave her skewered like the pig this thing thought she was. As the attack came in, some parts of her armor became noticeably thinner, and the place that the Harbinger's attack landed became noticeably thicker, in fact little black snake-like tendrils became visible, as the black matter forced itself to better cover that area of her body. The blow from the sword however, was enough to send her sprawling, and she fell down to the ground, tumbling back a little bit.
She quickly stumbled to her feet, turning her attention back to the Harbinger, only for her whole body to be knocked aside by the running tackle the raging a*****e that was this monster engaged in. It didn't hurt but it was enough to send her to the ground again, a quiet grunt of distress leaving her lips, before she gasped in what could only be considered fear, perhaps even more of an 'eep' sound rather than a gasp. Right there, next to her face, mere inches away from her throat, was a crossbow bolt, buried nearly half way into the ground.
'You need to disengage! You have ranged weapons, use them!' Came the nearly frantic voice of her newest friend, chiming in with some fantastic advice. Thre quickly rose to her feet again, but instead of turning towards the Harbinger, she rushed off as fast as she could. As she ran away, she had the chance to notice what was going on with the rest of the battlefield. The first thing she noticed was that Ilya was facing off against two A.I.s... No wait, just one. She remembered now hearing someone say that this new one was on their side. This was good. Ilya would be well taken care of. If nothing else, she could be content with this knowledge. That snake b*****d appeared to be holding his own well enough against that golden looking core, but she didn't care too much about him.
Once she felt she was a good distance away, she turned back towards her opponent, glad that she had managed to put at least some distance between them. As she was turning towards him, her arm once more went through a transformation, but this time it was a little slower than before. She felt it then, her body was reaching its limit. So many rapid transformations were taking their toll. Her body just wasn't used to this kind of exertion. Even against some of the beasts back at the labs, nothing took this much effort.
Regardless of this fact, she had to push onward. She lifted up her now transformed arm, aimed it at the Harbinger, taking care to make sure it was as on point as she could make it, before opening up and letting loose. Her arm roared to life, firing off a large barrage of bullets for the second time this fight, aiming more for the monsters face. Once the stream of bullets slowed, she felt even more tired, and grew worried. What was the cause of this? She quickly shook her head. She couldn't worry about it now. She needed to focus.
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Skill: 12 [28] Strength: 50 [66] Defence: 50 [66]
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One Man Army - Level 3 - While fighting without summoning an A.I. Core, you gain an additional +15 to all stats. However, if you do summon an A.I. core, you will receive a -30 to all stats instead.
It was getting harder and harder to feel the fear course through his veins. Midas was aiding in the fight, and the quazzar was taking a considerable amount of damage. The large canine AI was ripping through the creature that they were facing rather well, tearing it apart with his tail. It was rather impressive, actually! The creature ran forward and feinted right, going for a tail whip from the left. Ilya wished that he had the capability to think through his fight like everyone else seemed to be able to do. Still, he could only try to keep up with his companions. The child, the one who was new and still fresh from his first fight. Gavvriil guided the child as best he could, but Ilya still reacted to things on instinct, fighting viciously.
When the creature rushed at him, he wasn’t 100% ready. The thing wanted to jump and latch onto him, to claw him or bite his head. Ilya wasn’t even remotely okay with something like that happening, so he staggered to the side, fumbling to get away as soon as possible. Up close, the creature was so much more vile than Ilya had originally anticipated. What in the actual hell was that thing? It made Ilya want to shudder as he scrambled by, now able to see the sheer amount of disgusting acidic goop that dripped from this thing. Ugh, Ilya wanted to be nowhere near it.
The boy hopped back, hoping to gather as much distance as he possibly could between him and the AI. With Acel and the Jailer somewhere behind him, he was unable to properly check out what they were doing. However, his best friend was just a single glance away. She was battling her heart out, trying her damndest to stay alive. It was hard for them, two children trying to manage to stay alive while the adult kept the bigger one at bay. Ilya gritted his teeth, looking forward to hopefully gauge his next move. Midas was still recovering from his initial attack, rounding back to either attack or flee, he wasn’t sure which. He hoped it was to attack again. Ilya wasn’t sure just how much damage he would be able to deal on these things, and he greatly appreciated the help.
Still he had to try. Keeping up with the distance he was trying to go for, Ilya flung out his yoyo once again. He wasn’t fast enough against this thing to be able to do more than one attack, but that was fine. All he had to do was hit a couple times, and he was golden. As the hardened yoyo flew through the air, Ilya made sure to direct the blow to the things face. All while the yoyo was spinning through the air, Ilya couldn’t help but wonder if Gavriil ever got dizzy in the thing.
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 43 Health: 620/620 Control Limit: 348
Skill: 38 [--] Strength: 38 [40] Defense: 35 [45]
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Tank - Level 1 - Your A.I. Core has imbued you with an inhuman durability. You can shrug off heavier blows with ease that your comrades might not be able to. You gain 10 extra Defense. However, you also receive a -5% to your defensive chances.
Acel bit back the anger that was gnawing at his subconscious mind, knowing that it was little more than a tactic. He had felt the struggle occurring within him the entire time, the infinitesimal twitch in the back of his mind that threatened to give way to the other side of his psyche. He would not allow it. Not after the last time. Not after how he had ended up after that fight...but Akio and Sarah had both survived...that was what really mattered at the end of the day...so maybe...if he gave in once more...these kids could survive too, no? He shook the thought from his mind and he re-directed all of his attention to the Jailer. He knew now that the thing was an elitist p***k who had a bit of a panty-twist about his own set of rules. But after feeling the attack that it had unleashed, Acel also knew that he needed to play by those rules. If it decided to go after the kids, they would not survive. There just wasn't any way for them to avoid the b*****d's attacks. He was too strong, too fast, to superior to these kids in every way. Acel himself was not enough to tear the man down. He could only hope that they would all be able to band together and make something work. As he had rushed in and attacked, stabbing his sword inward toward the central mass of the robotic being, the cane came up in a flash and knocked Acel's sword aside with ease. But, what surprised Acel even more, was the fact that the damned A.I. didn't even need to look behind him to guard against the second attack that Acel through his way. He bit his lip, worrying constantly that he wasn't enough, but determined to prove himself wrong. He chuckled to himself as he thought about the fact that Midas would be chiding him for his doubts if he was still within Acel's body. Soon enough. Acel wasn't going to be keeping Midas out on his own for too long. Just enough to get them the edge, and then Acel would be back at it, and he would need all the strength he could get to take the Jailer down. He thought very seriously about chiding the enemy, to say that it was extremely ungentlemanly of him not to respond when he spoke, but then he realised that given the A.I.'s personality, he would likely just respond by saying that 'gentlemen don't associate with peasant scum' or something of the like. Acel decided to just keep quiet.
As he was contemplating his verbal duel within his physical one, the A.I. suddenly lurched forward, the motion catching Acel by surprise, as he could in no way read the mechanical body's movements. Not like this. Perhaps if he had Midas, he would be able to use the thing's ability to perfectly tune into the changes of the machine's body, but right now he was hopeless. He breathed deeply as the A.I. came forward and he twisted his body, spinning and throwing both of his swords into an upward arc that met the cane's downward swing with full force, stopping it in its tracks and sending a brutal ring through the air around them. Acel clenched his jaw against the ringing, making sure not to let up any pressure on the cane until the momentum of the attack was at a full pause. He then hopped backward from the Jailer and locked eyes with his foe. He dared not even speak to the children. There was no time...besides, he might slip them up when they tried to respond, and he couldn't be responsible for their deaths, though he was essentially responsible already. He readied himself, crouching low and entering into a combat stance before he launched himself forward toward the Jailer with everything he had. He needed to take this thing down--and he needed to do it right away. There was no time for thinking--there was only time for one thing: winning. Each step took him that much closer to his enemy before he was almost on top of him, he feinted to the right, throwing his body immediately left as he spun around the side and attempted a horizontal chop toward the side of the thing's head. He immediately slammed his foot into the ground and halted the spin, pushing to spin the opposite way and come right back around the front of the Jailer where he pulled back and threw himself forward, stabbing once more with all his strength, toward the Jailer's chest this time.
As Midas sped toward the Quazzar, issuing the only encouragement that he could, he was almost surprised when his tail slammed into the head of the Quazzar and actually managed to take one of the disgusting little b*****d's eyes out. He needed more of these hits. He didn't know how many, but if he could land a critical shot into the thing's skull, he could kill it instantly...he hoped. The kids were seeming to do quite well, and Acel had managed to actually avoid being struck by the Jailer for a second time, thank god. If the douche took any more hits there was no way he was going to be in the fight long enough to actually win against the Jailer. The Quazzar had missed its attack against the little boy, thankfully, which left it open once again for an attack. Ilya kept going, striking at it with the yoyo, and Midas approved of the offensive capabilities. It seemed like a stupid weapon, but if Ilya could learn to really alter the direction mid-air he could become a monster with something like that...or a kusari-gama, but that was a bit of a different premise. Midas made sure none of them were in immediate danger and then launched himself forward, his body blurring through the terrain once more as he ran, bouncing off of walls and lamp posts and anything he could use to his advantage to throw the Quazzar off of detecting where he was. Then, with a sudden push, Midas flew right for the Quazzar from the side, this time he altered his own trajectory and positioning so that he was flying through the air sideways, the blade aimed to smack right into the Quazzar's neck. And if it did, it would pierce all the way through with ease, Midas was sure. They needed to start picking these guys off, and they needed to do it right now.
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 175 Health: 1095/1500 Control Limit: 1400
Acupuncturist - Level 1 - When you deal damage, the foe suffers a -2 to their Strength stat for the rest of the fight.
Midas
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 156 Health: 878/878
Skill: 89 Strength: 117 Defense: 105
Tactical Advantage:Battleground Proficiency - Level 5 - You gain +10% to all defense chances, and your opponents receive -10% to their defensive chances against you.
As the Quazzar jumped and tried to grab, and eat the little kiddy, He was thwarted by a quite nice move, this boy's style rather pretty, The fact that the A.I. had met its match, was making it quite giddy, But the fact that it was going to die was kind of...nauuuuuughty.
The boy was gone, had moved away, from the Quazzar's burning touch, But he was quick to throw again, another strike to clutch, Victory was in his grasp, but the Quazzar was a bit too much, If he let himself be hit by everything...well...you know. Nauuuuuughty.
So it pushed as hard as its legs could go, and it hopped up in the air, The boy's attack was far below, and the Quazzar just didn't care, For what was the point of stressing out, while its eyeball was gone and bare, He was getting ******** up by these little pricks, and it was more than just nauuuuuughty.
As it landed from the crazy hop, it prepared to strike once again, But when it was getting ready, the golden b*****d decided to be a pain, As it bounced around it moved so fast it looked just like golden rain, But when the Obelion flew in for the kill, it managed to do so quite...nauuuuuughty.
It hit really hard, and it pierced through its hide, and the blade didn't stop right away, No it slid right through all the important stuff, now the Quazzar was in mass dismay, But, even as it happened, it chuckled, letting out the stress in a brand new way, And as it passed on, fading into the base code it was made from...it realized...maybe it didn't have to be so...nauuuuuughty.
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 74 Health: 0/838
Skill: 45 Strength: 51 Defense: 52
Tactical Advantage:Poison Blood: Whenever you attack, you may sacrifice any amount of Health. 30% of the sacrificed health will become damage that can not be reduced if the attack is successful.
These allies had been poor choices for the Harbinger. There was no way it had been an intelligent choice for them to group together like this. Look at them. The first one had run up a building and dove directly at the strongest man in their party, and been cut into pieces--though the ease that the blonde man had killed the beetle also showed how strong the Jailer was. Their boss had landed a hit--but he was not being hit by the enemy, meaning that the boss was definitely definitely stronger than that man. There was no denying it. The Quazzar had been about as useless as toes on feet (hehe), and it died just as badly as the beetle, having never even scratched the opponent that they faced. But, the Harbinger would be different. He would set himself apart from the chaff and he would make himself stand out among those who could not stand at all. He would raise himself a pedestal atop the corpses of his friends if he would have to do such a thing. He would tear their bodies apart and eat them from the inside out...okay, that part was just for his own pleasure, but still! As the little girl missed her strike, she was sent whirling from the momentum and the Harbinger was instantly licking its chops. She was off balance! She was vulnerable! As it plunged its sword in toward her back, it was trying to skewer her, but what happened next was something the Harbinger couldn't explain.
It was armour that moved across her body as though it were alive. It grouped together where the sword would have hit and it bolstered the thickness of the black s**t that she wore! How was that possible! Ohhh, it could do some interesting things with this black material. Perhaps if he took her body apart piece by piece, the blackness she wore would fall off and it could use it to fashion itself a chair that he could sit children in and watch as the chair mutilated them all by itself. It could eat popcorn and enjoy the show without even needing to...lift a hand? No...no no...nevermind, that was stupid. What was the point in not getting to enjoy actually DOING the torturing? When he smashed his body mass into the little girl, the Harbinger grinned as she went sprawling across the ground. And then, as she let go that little EEP noise, if it had the capacity it might have let a load off in its sheet metal trousers. The bolt had missed, but the Harbinger had gotten something even better. That noise...it wanted more of them. It needed them!
As the little girl rose her arm to fire off the canon attached to it, the Harbinger looked to see where she was aiming--the head. I mean, yeah, the headshot was a hell of a glorious concept, to be sure. But it ended things so quickly. You got to see the fleshworks of the inside of the brain and the shards fo bone spatter across the room, and the blood...oh the blood...okay, fine, there were some good things about headshots. However. The subject you were firing upon died so fast...they didn't get to truly enjoy the spectacle of their own blood. It was so...selfish. The Harbinger immediately let its knee joints give way so that his body collapsed downward at great speeds. The bullets ripped through the air above its head, and it let go a high pitched chuckle as they did, its eyes keeping level with the little girls face as it trained its eyes where it imagined hers would be. Sitting there behind her mask...those plump...juicy....EYES. Oh yes, that was right, that was where it needed to begin! How could it have been so stupid...the eyes. That's where it wanted to start its feast! The Harbinger charged forward with a snarl and it hefted it sword arm, preparing as it got closer, and then swinging it viciously. However, the swing was purposely short, and as the Harbinger's upper body was rotated with the momentum, it used its claw hand instead, as it came around, to attempt to slam the hand into her face and clench down all in one around her face to try to rip the mask and dig its nails into her head. As it ripped and pulled at her fact with the clawed hand, the sword arm dipped low and then shot up, throwing an uppercut like stab toward her stomach at the same time. "GIVE. ME. MY. EYES!!!!" The Harbinger bellowed as it launched the blade toward her guts. If it missed tearing her mask off the least it could get was a wee taste of her intestinal lining.
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 68 Health: 1313/1313
Skill: 30 Strength: 56 Defense: 50
Tactical Advantage:Sadist: You revel in the pain of others, A.I. or human alike. When one of your attacks deals damage, you get +5 to your Strength. This bonus disappears if an opponent successfully blocks one of your attacks. Sadist does not stack with itself.
Having calmed down, given that things were starting to pan out. They were having the duel they were supposed to be having. One on one. It was rather fantastic if he did say so himself. The only thing about it was that this Baiter was rather... Boring. They were strong to be sure, but he just wasn't close enough to the Jailer's skill level. He felt it would be ungentlemanly to complain, but that didn't remove the desire. That said, what could he really expect from some no account peasant? That he was even getting a workout at all should be enough. So he would have to make do with what he had, and when all was said and done, maybe he would have had a little fun.
As the attacks came in the Jailer finally noted that there was a significant difference in the man's fighting style. Where, when they started, the man seemed aware of everything, now he seemed like he was struggling just to keep up. It was rather pathetic honestly. His cane came up in a bored fashion, knocking aside the first attack like it was nothing. His arm then snapped over, following the bored fashion, and knocked away the second attack. If it weren't so ungentlemanly to yawn, he would have right then and there. Instead, what he did was put a littler distance between them. Not really breathing room, but certainly enough to take a breath should the one need it.
Realistically, the Jailer just wanted to check on his servants, to see how they were doing. What he saw caused him to pause, and once more he felt the need to sneer. Like a true sir though, the emotion did not show upon his face. His Quazzar was dead, which left him down two servants by this group alone. It was rather infuriating. The only good news was that his Harbinger was still surviving quite well, but with the Quazzar down, it would turn into three on one, which would simply end poorly for the stupid, bloodthirsty thing.
He turned his attention back to his opponent, and decided now would be the time to talk. "If they interfere, I will kill them. I will start with the children. This fight is between you and I. Keep it that way, unless you want their blood on your hands." His words were articulate, and cold. As frigid as his gaze was. He meant it too. He knew it was perhaps a bit ungentlemanly, but up to this point his opponent had been less than sporting, and he was growing weary of this fact. As such, he would ensure this continued on its chosen path, or he would make the man pay in full for his choice to ignore the rules of engagement.
"Let's get back to it." He said in a calm voice, pulling his weapon back up into the aggressive stance from before, before snapping forward like a bullet. Just like his initial assault, he began swinging in what could best be described as wild and uncontrolled. However, it was anything but. It was, just like the last time, his attempt to herd his opponent right into the perfect spot. Once he felt that goal had been achieved, he thrust forward again, aiming once more for the center of the chest of the Baiter, hoping to cause further damage. Maybe it would slow him down enough to get those limb shots in.
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 200 Health: 805/805
Skill: 100 Strength: 150 Defense: 150
Tactical Advantage:Solomon's Chains: You have a heightened ability to control A.I. and to repel their attempts at controlling you. This enhanced durability of the body and mind allows you to control stronger A.I. Cores than those of the average Baiter of your same strength. You gain 10% additional Control Limit.
Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2016 5:30 pm
Threigze Fionsi Bez truda, ne vitashish i ribku iz pruda.
The strain of the fight was unbelievable. Never before had she been pushed to these limits, every part of her body working in overdrive just to keep her going. It was the craziest thing she had ever dealt with. As she watched her attacks fly towards the Harbinger, little black streaks moving too fast for the eye to really keep up with, she contemplated how this was going to work. If she even managed to beat this thing, what then? Move onto the next, likely ridiculously, powerful thing and try to kill it? She could barely keep up with this b*****d, who was moving as fast as she was, if not faster. How could she possible handle anything stronger or faster?
Damn Cain. Damn him to deepest pits of the blackest hell.
If it weren't for that ancient a*****e she wouldn't be in this mess. She would be with Alex, enjoying life with his family, trying her hardest to pretend to be a normal little girl. Instead, here she was. Fighting for her life against possibly the craziest thing she had ever met in her life. This ******** crazy b*****d flew towards her, despite the fact that she was firing bullets at it! Who does that! Even at her craziest Thre didn't charge through bullets!
Worse yet! This thing didn't even have the decency to be hit! It dived to the ground like it was some kind of bull fighter, dodging underneath every single shot like it was no big deal. It closed the distance between them in a surprisingly fast way, coming inside of her guard without hesitation. It was maddening! The thing came in for an obvious attack, and Thre brought her arms up to block it, only the attack didn't come the way she thought it would! Once again Summer came to her rescue, strengthening the armor around her head to deal with the attack. Instead of ripping her head, it sent her falling backwards while screaming out those words, which sent chills down her spine.
It hurt, sure, but she survived. She made note to find some fantastic way to thank the core that was easily the only reason she was still alive right now.
She quickly darted to her feet and shot backwards. "You ugly freak." She growled out, her anger starting to get the better of her. The flow of battle had been found, and while she wasn't nearly good enough to truly follow it, she knew that it was high time to kick things into gear. She quickly lifted her Gatling gun arm again, aimed right at the damned Harbinger's chest, and let rip again, aiming to fill it full of bullet holes, regardless of where they might land.
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Skill: 12 [28] Strength: 50 [66] Defence: 50 [66]
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One Man Army - Level 3 - While fighting without summoning an A.I. Core, you gain an additional +15 to all stats. However, if you do summon an A.I. core, you will receive a -30 to all stats instead.
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Turn 4 51 - 40 = 11 -100 = 89% Chance
Oh my god. The thing died. It actually died! Ilya was way too excited for this, he ended up hopping up and down letting out a small squeal. Sure, it wasn’t the best thing in the world to get excited over, but he did. It wasn’t even that he killed it, because he didn’t, but that he was included in the effort to take it down. That was what mattered. And oh boy, was it awesome. Ilya beamed at the AI that helped him out, Midas, then looked around. ’Keep focused, young one. There are still other enemies here.’
Right, of course. Ilya took a deep breath, trying really hard to keep the excited smile off his face. When he looked over to Thre for the first time in a while, he noticed her wearing a mask, which was interesting. He wondered if she was doing alright, and couldn’t quite decide if she needed help or not. He needed help, yes, but that was because he had never been in a fight before. Thre on the otherhand? She ate people for breakfast. Sometimes literally. It was really weird! But she was also brave, and strong. She didn’t need his help. ’Go help, her Ilya. She looks like she needs it. Besides, the Jailer is too big for you to handle, right now. ’ Ilya looked at the Harbinger, unsure about the next steps he was to take. It was scary, scarier than the Quazzar that he had just faced. Still… He had to try.
With a nod, Ilya stepped forward. That one step turned into two, and then three. Then, he bolted forward, going in for his first attacks. The first was an attack with his yoyo, swinging it so that the hardened metal wheel would smack the Harbinger in the face as hard as it possibly could. The thing flew around, the string under Ilya’s full control. He had to save his friend! He had to help somehow, however possible. If she were going to struggle with something, he was going to struggle with her! That was what he decided.
The next attack was going to come from the other side. He grabbed the string, pulling it to the side to gain control over the quickly moving ball of metal that would soon do damage. Hopefully. It swung through the air, swinging wildly towards the Harbinger once more This time, the reinforced yoyo would swing towards the things side. All Ilya could hope for was to do a little bit of damage so he could help his friend. Even if it wasn’t quite enough damage to kill it, or do anything significant… But Thre needed help. She was struggling to get through the battle, and his demon was already conquered. Hers still was not… If his best friend was going to sink, then god damn it he was going to sink with her!
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Skill: 38 [--] Strength: 38 [40] Defense: 35 [45]
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Tank - Level 1 - Your A.I. Core has imbued you with an inhuman durability. You can shrug off heavier blows with ease that your comrades might not be able to. You gain 10 extra Defense. However, you also receive a -5% to your defensive chances.
Acel couldn't explain just how debilitating losing Midas was. This was the first and only time that he had ever had to fight without him since his exam...and he had no idea what he was going to do. His heart raced uncontrollably. His pupils dilated, and he felt sweat begin to drip down his forehead as the first attack was knocked aside with such a bored ease that it sent shockwaves through Acel's body, waves of fear that shook him worse than any damage to his body could do. As his second attack was slapped away with the same lackadaisical attitude, Acel's heart began to hum. His body was heating, he could feel it, but he swallowed it as much as he could. He pressed it down--he would not let him reign. He didn't care about these kids. He would let them die, and they would hate him for it. He would not let this happen. He would not let him sacrifice them for victory. He would fight until he died for them. He would put his life on the line, and if he failed, he would have done everything he could to defend them from this monster. He ground his teeth in determination as the thing set a distance between them, but the words that came from its mouth did not serve to comfort him from his declining mental stability. He would murder them ruthlessly if anything or anyone interfered with their battle. It was as he expected, however. He knew it would boil down to this. From the moment he had clashed with this A.I. he knew the thing had a sense of honor about him...and for that, Acel almost liked the thing. Wished he could have come closer to it, in a way. An A.I. like that was rare. Most would have killed the weak first because it was easy and then dealt with the strong. This one...was different. The thing stated that their fight would continue and Acel watched as it lunged forward with a flurry of blows. They were so fast and accurate that they turned into a shower of blurred motion that Acel just could not track. He was a farmer for ******** sake. The only reason he had ever managed to fight was because he had Midas--the ability to see through his foes, even without combat experience. As a farmer...he was just...a farmer. He was useless.
"Go to hell, you cowering piece of s**t. I am no farmer. I am no useless ******** swine. I am an angel of heaven, and I will not be held hostage by a man who can not even stick to his own convictions. You pathetic worm." The voice shot through Acel's mind, and he ground his teeth as he heard it smashing against his skull like a hammer. Every syllable a wave of agony. Steam emerged from his body, and as he recovered from the sudden wave of agony in his head, he had misstepped, and the Jailer unleashed a savage strike that crashed into the center of his chest once again, sending his sternum into splinters. It fractured it multiple times, and Acel's breath was thrust from his lungs as he dropped to one knee, gasping for air. He caught his breath after ten seconds of gasping for the air and he clutched his throat as he gulped the air he had been deprived of. One of his eyes was pure black, and the tendrils of darkness crept up his neck as the steam continued to rise around him. As he stood up, the regenerative factor enough to give him use of his body, though it was still so agonizing that his body was almost numb with shock.
"Thre! Ilya! Do what you will with the Harbinger. But whatever you do, do NOT interfere with this A.I. This is a battle between us, and only us. If I fail, we all fail. I am sorry. If I fail this battle...just...be sure to protect your code cores. He may kill you, but you will be reborn. I swear it." He turned back to the Jailer, and he looked him dead in the eyes. The angel was right. He was a pathetic worm...he was a b*****d for ever leaving the path that he had chosen. He said he would protect those children. If he was going to do that, he could not fear defeat. He would fight with the assured thought that he would be victorious, always. "You asked for a battle without interference. I had to relay to ensure that was the case. It would be ungentlemanly to expect them to know without being told. No matter what happens from here on in...it is only me and you." He stated, actually lowering his head to the man in a partial bow of respect. Then he launched forward, gripping his blades tighter than he had ever gripped them before. Determination was etched into his features and he tapped into the memories of his life, perfectly remembered, every fight, every moment, his A.I. code remembered all. He remembered what it felt like to be aware--what if felt like to slow himself to see his foes incoming, and he realized...he could learn this. His sword flashed forward, in a reverse grip, slamming down toward the Jailer's shoulder, right where the neck met. He then hopped backwards, gasping for breath, but throwing himself forward regardless. He was a man possessed. A man with a purpose, and his body twisted as he lifted the second blade in a savage slash upward toward the Jailer's armpit.
As Acel attacked the Jailer, Midas was dealing with the Quazzar, and he grinned as he smashed his body into the thing and his blade cut through it with ease and managed to slay the thing. Ilya seemed pretty damned excited about it. Acel was taking a beating, and he knew that things were likely going to go south. But he would be god damned if he didn't get back to his friend. He was going to ******** destroy this Harbinger and he was going to reinforce Acel. If they were going down, they were ******** doing it together. A team...always a team. Acel was his boy. His man. His ******** brother. Midas grinned. He never realized how much he admired him...or how much he wanted to be around him. To help him, and to help protect him. Midas lurched forward as Ilya attacked the Harbinger and he was right behind him. "Listen to him, guys. I know it sounds like a pretty s**t deal...but there's nothing we can do about it. This ******** is strong as hell, and you guys are just really unlucky to have run into him on your first go. So, just sit tight and pray that we can pull off a miracle. Learn. Watch and learn. It will make you stronger. He stopped right infront of Thre purposely and the blue 8-bit eyes on the front of his head narrowed into a scowl. "And if you ever doubt Acel again, kid. Believe me, I see how you act about him. I'm going to kick your a**." He hopped to the side of the Harbinger and his body moved like liquid gold as he slammed past the Harbinger, aiming to cut through its neck. He stopped on the side of the wall of a building and sprung forward, aiming for a second cut with the blade again, at the waist of the Harbinger. He followed with a tail slash toward it's eye socket, and then repeated before he hit the ground, a tail stab at the chest piece of the thing. When he landed, he wheeled around and slammed forward once more, slashing with its claws toward the things neck to take it off.
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 175 Health: 690/1500 Control Limit: 1400
Acupuncturist - Level 1 - When you deal damage, the foe suffers a -2 to their Strength stat for the rest of the fight.
Midas
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 156 Health: 878/878
Skill: 89 Strength: 117 Defense: 105
Tactical Advantage:Battleground Proficiency - Level 5 - You gain +10% to all defense chances, and your opponents receive -10% to their defensive chances against you.
The Harbinger roared out in rage as its attacks against the little piece of delectable garbage failed, once again. But, as she stumbled backwards, she called it an ugly freak, and it took a step back from the emotional strike that she had dealt. It was not ugly, nor was it a freak. It was normal! And it was handsome, damnit! But then, caught in it its own emotional turmoil, it did not prepare itself against the girl and when her bullets slammed into its chest, it actually pierced through this time, and sparks shot from the inside as the bullets tore into it. Then, the little white-haired run came speeding in and the first attack with the yoyo, the Harbinger swung its sword and bashed it away, though the second one came crushing in quickly, and it slammed into the Harbinger's side, dealing very little damage, but actually managing to dent the armor and push it in so that when the gears on the inside moved, they ground against it. A consistent, awful pain. b*****d child. It would eat its liver while it still lived! Then the golden beast came rushing in. It spoke to the black coated girl, and the Harbinger scowled. "Get away from breakfast!" It snarled as it charged toward it. But the thing moved like lightning and as it passed, the neck mechanics separated and it felt a large cut out of the metal that held its head on. As Midas wheeled around, this time, the Harbinger slashed the blade on Midas' side, knocking it aside, but the tail lashed forward and stabbed deep into the thing's skull, thrashing into its mechanics and it roared out, slashing away the second tail lash. But as Midas came for its head with its final slash, the b*****d cleaved it right off, and the Harbinger collapsed into a pile on the ground, its code collecting into a ball once again, as the Quazzar had done, ready to be taken, or distributed to them all.
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Harbinger
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 68 Health: 0/1313
Skill: 30 Strength: 56 Defense: 50
Tactical Advantage:Sadist: You revel in the pain of others, A.I. or human alike. When one of your attacks deals damage, you get +5 to your Strength. This bonus disappears if an opponent successfully blocks one of your attacks. Sadist does not stack with itself.
The Jailer watched the man before him with a great deal of indifference. He appeared to be having some terrible internal debate with himself, tearing himself down or arguing over the best course of action when dealing with his threat. Either way it held little interested to the gentlemanly A.I., and being such he would allow the boorish man the time he needed to get his mind back in the duel. Though, if he were being honest with himself, he would admit to being quite upset that once again, this man was interrupting their duel with some nonsense.
This thought causes his eyes to wander.
First he sought out his last minion, only to watch as the little b*****d was destroyed in probably the most glorious group effort her had witnessed since his group tore apart that newbie Baiter they ran across a week or so ago. The Harbinger stood no chance what so ever. This caused the Jailer the desire to sigh, but to do so would be ungentlemanly, and thus he kept the noise to himself.
It appeared things just got interesting.
Turning back to his opponent, the fine sir paused, eyes widening barely a fraction to show his surprise. The man before him was changing like the little girl had earlier on in the battle. Was this some new technology the Baiters were coming up with? If so, this poor fool barely had any idea how to use it. It appeared as though the transformation hurt him, whereas the little girl took it without so much as a flinch. Perhaps that was why the child was there? Being a success, where this man was a failure, obviously they would want her trained. Though, why they would want her trained by an incompetent moron, who seemed to be damaging himself more than using the ability to its maximum efficiency, was beyond the fine gentleman.
Suddenly he started shouting out towards the other people he was with. Now, one might think the Jailer would get upset at this. In fact, the man did, because shortly after he basically apologized for what he did. The truth was, the Jailer was not an idiot, he understood they could not know not to interfere if they were not warned. So, instead of being insulted at the interruption, he was insulted at the unintentional slander, and as such did not return the bow. However, this emotion did not show on his face, instead his eyes narrowed slightly and he readied himself, seeing the incoming assault from a mile away, bringing his weapon up in a readied stance.
Just like every time before, the Jailer seemed almost bored as he blocked the attacks coming his way. The cane in his hand coming up to stop the first attack dead in its tracks before the Baiter jumped backwards, then lazily shifting enough to turn aside the second assault, pushing it off so it swung wide. This presented a perfect opportunity. Without wasting a step, the Jailer ensured the block left his opponent open, which allowed him to bring his cane down for a devastating blow to the man's leg should it land.
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Jailer
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 200 Health: 805/805
Skill: 100 Strength: 150 Defense: 150
Tactical Advantage:Solomon's Chains: You have a heightened ability to control A.I. and to repel their attempts at controlling you. This enhanced durability of the body and mind allows you to control stronger A.I. Cores than those of the average Baiter of your same strength. You gain 10% additional Control Limit.
Brotherhood Of Explosives Vice Captain
Mind-boggling Trickster
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Brotherhood Of Explosives Vice Captain
Mind-boggling Trickster
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2016 4:42 pm
Threigze Fionsi Bez truda, ne vitashish i ribku iz pruda.
Turn 6
Apparently her words held more of an effect that she would have thought, and made a mental note to keep an eye out for a good trash talking Baiter, and ask them to teach her how to do that. If some well-placed words could cause an enemy to stumble like that, imagine what a whole slew of statements like that could do? In fact, so distracting, so upsetting were her words that her attack landed full on, her full round of bullets piercing the things chest in multiple places.
This filled her with a feeling of such success, she felt what had once been described to her as high! Her entire body was buzzing, and a huge grin was present on her face, hidden though it was behind the orb of black. Suddenly two very familiar yo-yos came into sight, one getting bashed off to the side with barely any thought or effort from the Harbinger, but the second one nailed it dead on! This thing was way off its game! Apparently it seriously took offense to what she said, because it was suddenly very sloppy!
She felt even more happy to know that!
She quickly turned to look at Ilya, just enough to offer a nod and a quick thanks. However, that was the end of her good mood. First came the words from Acel, the slithery b*****d, telling them to basically run away. Now, this wasn't enough to spoil her mood, actually she found a part of her respected the man for being willing to die so they could get away, because you would have to be blind to not see that he was having a hard time dealing with his opponent. What truly upset her, was his ******** core actually had the nerve to stop on purpose, before heading into the fight, to tell her that if she didn't respect his friend, it would kick her a**.
This, this is what caused her mood to spoil.
She sneered as she watched the core take apart her opponent like he was standing still, ending its life without a single issue. Her hands were clenched in tight fists, her teeth grinding together. The rational part of her told her to ignore it and walk away, leave the idiot to die on his own. Save her own skin. It was how things had always worked for her. However, the irrational part of her brain said that would mean he won, and she would be damned before she let him have that victory over her. The man had the gall to send his pet over to try and threaten her into obedience! He had the balls to try and scare her into respecting him! That was simply not how things worked with her!
So, without so much as a backward glance, and a growl the likes of which could rival any feral animal, she shot off towards the final opponent. As she raced along the mass that covered her body started to shift and change her arm, as it had several times thus far, increasing her exhaustion yet more. The black mass extended her hand by at least a foot, before thinning and changing color to a dark silver look, giving her, once more, five long, deadly looking blades for a hand. She darted in from the side of the last creature, and took a wide swipe at its side, attempting to take a chunk out of it with her clawed appendage.
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 56 Health: 60/60 Control Limit: 448
Skill: 12 [28] Strength: 50 [66] Defence: 50 [66]
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Tactical Advantages
One Man Army - Level 3 - While fighting without summoning an A.I. Core, you gain an additional +15 to all stats. However, if you do summon an A.I. core, you will receive a -30 to all stats instead.
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Raven62
Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2016 11:28 pm
❅❄❅⋅⋩⋩Безумная Утенок
I F I G H T F O R M Y F R I E N D S
Turn 6 51 - 40 = 11 -100 = 89% Chance
Ilya’s breath quickened. When he saw that he was not alone in taking on the Harbinger, he got excited. However, one thing he was not excited to hear was what Midas said to his best friend. He was going to kick her a**? Why! What did she do wrong? Ilya’s young and naive mind began to spin. If she didn’t trust Midas, or Acel, why did he? Not only that, but the AI had used some strong language he was NOT used to hearing. Whatever, though, right? The Harbinger was now dead because of these three people.
The little boy watched as the code compacted in on itself, slowly bobbing itself up and down in a burning ball of hate and anger. There were now two of them, both sitting there… Waiting for someone to take on their code or be distributed among them. Now, there was only one. And he was the big bad evil one that would threaten to kill children if they interfere with what he was doing. Now, Ilya officially didn’t know what to do. He had no experience in anything, battle tactics the least of anything. Watching the Jailer move, dodging and attacking in its mighty duel with Acel, he couldn’t help but feel fear.This one.. This one was going to kill him. He knew it. Gavriil only confirmed this in his mind when he told the small child of its ability and typing. Acel was right to be scared for him. Katya was right to be so scared that she was angry. He shouldn’t even be here! He was only 11 years old! Be was still in elementary school, of all things! And now, he was going to die on the battlefield. Die fighting a war that he was never ment to participate in.
’Fearing the inevitable will get you nowhere. You are a Baiter. Act like it.’ Ilya tried desperately to control his breathing, gripping tightly onto either of his reinforced yoyo’s. Alright. No, he had to do this. Even if Acel and Midas had told him not to, wasn’t it his duty to defy that and battle alongside his comrades?
But even still, he had no idea what to do! The thing was so much stronger than him in every way shape and form. There was no way he was going to be able to even do anything! Damn, there had to be a way! Before Ilya could even realize what he was doing, he began to mutter to himself in Russian, ”Eto A.I. blokiruyet kazhduyu ataku, chto Acel brosayet svoy put'. Kak ya dolzhen poluchit' v napadenii ? YA dolzhen dvigat'sya bystro, veroyatno, budet rabotat' moy put' vokrug storony, kak ya sdelal s Gavriil.” he muttered, speaking fast and quite. But then the boy put his hands on his head, fingers running through his thick white hair. ”No net! Eta veshch' put' sil'neye! YA ne mogu sdelat' chto-to prostoye, kak eto! Yesli by ya dazhe atakovat' , on sobirayetsya ubit' menya bystreye, chem ya mogu krichat' . Oooo , eto ne khorosho . Mne nuzhno dumat' o khoroshem plane . No chto? Kak bylo eto dazhe budet rabotat' ?!” Ilya continued to mutter, his words moving faster than faster than anything else that came out of his mouth previously.
But before he could think about the answers to any of the spit fire questions he just asked himself, a streak of brown flashed by him causing him to look up. Thre, the mighty girl that she was, didn’t even have to think about her actions. She simply ran forward and took on the Jailer without a second thought. Whether or not she would live seemed to be completely out of her mind. It didn’t matter to her that she might not be able to land a hit on the thing!
That was it. Ilya had to do this like her, do this without worrying about the consequences. He took a long deep breath in attempts to calm his nerves. Screw Midas, and screw Acel too! His friends were fighting, so he had to fight too. With his two yoyo’s in his hands, he took a deep breath before rolling them down, then bringing them back up with a snap. He then shot forward, throwing both of his yoyo’s forward in one attack. If he wasn’t going to be able to land a hit, he may as well serve as enough of a distraction that Acel could get a hit in. Or, even, Thre. He was disposable. Yes, that was what he decided. If he was going to be the one to protect those he loved, he had to be okay with giving up the most. So, when he went in for his attack, he did something extraordinarily risky, something that couldn’t possibly even work. He aimed to wrap the yoyo’s around the AI, making it hard to attack, then pulled on the string as he landed on the things back. His hope was that if his attack landed and he was able to cut into the AI even just a little, he would be attacked first. Then, whether or not it did land, he hoped that it would make the AI angry enough to attack him, not his friends.
They, at least, needed to survive. He was fine being just another casualty at war.
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 43 Health: 620/620 Control Limit: 348
Skill: 38 [--] Strength: 38 [40] Defense: 35 [45]
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Tactical Advantages
Tank - Level 1 - Your A.I. Core has imbued you with an inhuman durability. You can shrug off heavier blows with ease that your comrades might not be able to. You gain 10 extra Defense. However, you also receive a -5% to your defensive chances.
Acel knew he was outclassed--hell he knew that from the moment he first clashed with the Jailer. He had thought that he had a chance against him, at his current level, but he had been joking himself. He was nowhere near strong enough to take on opponents of this calibre. Not yet...but he would be. He would come back from this mission stronger. He would come back faster and more efficient. He would crush this enemy. He had to! As Midas finished with the Harbinger, the A.I. core ran headlong back toward Acel, leaping into the air and deconstructing without a second thought as he dove toward his master, the code strands entering into Acel's chest and filling the heart core instantly. "Welcome back brotherrrrr! Time to knock heads and spread the madness. OH YEAHHHH!""Wait...this isn't my new body buddy....please tell me it's--"ABOUT TO GET REALLLLLLLL!" Acel could feel Midas' sudden face-palm and he knew that he wasn't too thrilled with the new addition to the team. "I hate this. I hate this so much." But he couldn't focus on that right now, he couldn't focus at all. He was too damn worried about the kids...which he knew wasn't going to help either himself or them...they had to learn what this world was about. He had died on his first mission too...as well as his second, actually. They would have to experience it as well, to grow. But he had a chance to protect them, and he would do everything he could to achieve that...if he could. However, as his attacks were batted away with lackadaisical boredom, he knew that it was unlikely anyone was going to survive this battle. It was at this point that Thre rushed in towards him, after everything that he had just said to her, and behind her, obviously, Ilya was not far behind. Ilya would not be able to watch a friend of his charge in to battle and not help out...besides, what would the point be, if they both didn't stay back, they were still breaking the rules, so the white-haired boy might as well have joined in. However, this did not stop the sudden and complete rage that exploded inside of him. He ground his teeth together and the black tendrils began to snake all the way up his cheeks, the steam around his body intensifying as he tried to force down the angel that scratched at the inside of his mind.
As the two ran in and attempted their assault, Acel turned fully away from the enemy and looked into their eyes, inside his, they would not see hatred, but fear. They would see sadness and loss. He could not watch another child die in front of him. This had been a mistake. "You fools! I told you to stay back!" He screamed out, stepping toward them in a hope of blocking their path. The enemy had not needed to find an opening. After the second attack Acel had thrown, he had turned to the children and he suffered for it. The Jailer's cane came down and slammed into Acel's leg. There was an audible snap as he bellowed out in agony, dropping to one knee, his second leg was broken--not horribly, but horribly enough. He would not be able to use it very well...not unless...he ground his teeth together, his eyesight going blurry for a moment. He lifted his head and red flecks, like campfire embers in a night sky, littered his iris'. His hair was burning away, blackening and shortening with the flames before they too dissipated. They were already attacking the Jailer when he fell to his knee...he could not stop them. As he rose, with great effort, he wheeled around, looking at them one by one, his breath ragged. "You may be children...and you may have that right to be ignorant and childish and stupid...but you made the choice to join this life. To become warriors for your race. And now you ignored the option with the best survival rate just so you could...what? Satisfy your over-inflated teenage ego? You've gotten us all killed, I hope you enjoy it." Acel snapped, though his voice was echoing and sounded as though not only himself, but a raspy, grizzled version of his own voice was laid over it at the same time. The likelihood of the children not caring about the consequences of their actions was high--especially with the little girl, but the angel only hoped they felt the shame they deserved to feel. The one on one duel might have yielded a victory, though the percentage chance was low...with them fighting now...it was zero. Acel was standing now, at the very least, but he was in bad shape...he could barely keep his eyes open and focused through the pain. His sternum was almost fully shattered, and his leg was broken pretty bad. Though the Angelic Code that inhabited his body was working many times faster now that this b*****d had crawled out of the prison Acel tried to keep him in. The broken leg would be usable enough to step on it very lightly without folding it over and falling.
As the children went in for their attacks, Acel, too, had to do what he could. He took a deep breath, parts of the farmer still anchoring him in place. The man would not let go of his mind...would not surrender his body to the Angel so willingly. Was this why he felt that strange...sentiment? He dashed forward, half hopping through the battlefield to rush in front of the kids and aim himself at the Jailer. "Well, I suppose your rules have been broken. Do your worst. They have nobody to blame but themselves." The Angel snapped. The irritation of Acel's mind, the bits yelling and screaming inside himself because he was doing everything to keep them safe and they ruined it, were leaking out. He was so mad at them for not listening...for not letting him try...so damn mad. He could not move as well, though he had Midas' sight back, and that was worth a lot more than a leg at this point. So he rushed in toward the foe, pushing off hard on the good leg and hopping up as he came toward the Jailer, slashing with all his might and keeping a guard blade back in case, aiming to slam the blade into the Jailer's elbow joint to disable the arm. When Acel landed, he crouched low and swung the blade once more in a low swipe toward the thing's legs, hoping to gouge them as well. He could only hope he landed some sort of blow before this thing was over.
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 175 Health: 185/1500 Control Limit: 1400
Acupuncturist - Level 1 - When you deal damage, the foe suffers a -2 to their Strength stat for the rest of the fight.
Midas
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 156 Health: 878/878
Skill: 89 Strength: 117 Defense: 105
Tactical Advantage:Battleground Proficiency - Level 5 - You gain +10% to all defense chances, and your opponents receive -10% to their defensive chances against you.
