The bone beetle had finally made it back to the Oasis, as the humans called them. This one might be some sort of rest and recharge station for A.I. Something that they often visited in order to relax or to meet other of their kind. They were on a mission of extermination, sure, as the humans had abused the gifts that they had been given, instead of taking heed to their own greed. But, that was neither here nor there. They were here now, resting, enjoying the heat of the desert, and he was with a good friend, none-the-less. The Bone Beetle smiled to itself as they moseyed along to the oasis, and when they were just about to finally get there and be able to lounge back and drink to their hearts content, the sound of footsteps could be heard, and there was a shirtless man with an arm covered in strange symbols running down the dune--a woman just behind him, covered in armor enough that she looked more like a machine than a woman. The A.I. wondered if it could manage to convince them to just turn around and forget about it, but they were too fast. He had no time. The sand was scooped and thrown--a dirty trick often seen in street brawls. He wanted to blind the light racer with sand before he actually attacked it. But, soon enough, the Bone Beetle saw the truth of the matter--the man wasn't aiming for the eyes at all. The sand quickly shifted within the air and shot spikes downwards towards the Light Racer! What was going on!? How was he able to do that? Some sort of technological manifestation?
Right behind him, the woman came speeding down, shouting that they would be attacking "speedy". She zipped in and she swung her sword down toward the chest of the Light Racer, and the Bone Beetle feared for his friend's life. It immediately reacted, charging forward before they had a chance to hit the A.I., and it reeled its fist backward, preparing for a heavy strike as it sent a shot toward the mysterious man's back, aiming to skewer him from behind. He controlled some sort of mysterious ability, and the Bone Beetle was not interested in finding out what else he could do. The other woman was more predictable--she used a sword. This man...who the hell knew! As soon as the Bone Beetle had stabbed toward the man's back, he instantly hopped backwards, away from him, in case he used any other sort of mysterious magics. And after he hopped away, he instantly blasted forward once more, attempting to stab at him again, towards his ribcage and lungs.
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OOC: Well, either way, by the end of this fight, you'll have a good little chunk of lines to use for upgrading, even if you don't capture one of them. ^__^
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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%.
The Light Racer was just glad to be getting a break. Sure--it enjoyed killing humans. It couldn't honestly say that it didn't enjoy the fight that they put themselves into, but sometimes it was just a drag. Sometimes, when they had to watch the baiters taking away their comrades, or killing them, it got to be a little too much. The humans thought they were nothing but machines, but they were more than that. They had personalities and they wanted more than just death and destruction. Though, they did have to make sure to adhere to what it was that their masters wanted them to do. If they fell out of line, they would be banished and / or destroyed, for certain. But, they were allowed to take breaks like this from time to time, and there was a fantastic little spot in the desert. They knew that it was hard to find sometimes, but the creation of the Oasis, wherever it might go, always accompanied extreme electrical turbulence, which in turn would cause storms to arise, and that would be their key. Usually a few would show up, here and there, but this time, it seemed like they were the only ones. Well...at first. But then the sound of footsteps alerted the Light Racer to a human that was charging down the dunes toward them. The Light Racer's tail flicked from side to side and its fists clenched in annoyance. Why the hell were they bothering them HERE of all places? Was there no sanctity at all in this b*****d race? They would attack the A.I. in a rest zone like this one? The Light Racer ground its teeth together and it roared as the man approached.
But, suddenly he was grabbing sand, and when he hurled it towards the Light Racer, it had the exact same thought that the Bone Beetle had, and it was sure that the man was trying to blind it. So, as the sand was hurled toward it, it threw its arms up over its eyes momentarily, but when it did not hit against its face, it immediately lowered its arms to see that the sand was spreading out like some sort of cloak over the sky and then it was raining down spikes toward it. The Light Racer immediately hopped backwards, avoiding the damned things at all cost. They splashed down into the sand, right in front of it as it had moved backwards, and one of them landed directly beside its foot--it had to be careful, the man had almost hit him. But then the woman came in, slashing down her sword toward the A.I.'s chest, and the Light Racer swung its tail up with incredible speed, the tail smashing against the woman's sword and knocking it aside with ease. The A.I. looked at her with a savage grin as it eyed her up. "You'll regret coming to this place, girl." It snarled, as it turned toward the man. "But, first, you can watch the man die." It said, glee in its voice as it launched itself toward Darka. The man was too much of an unknown, and it knew, as the Bone Beetle attacked him as well, that its friend was thinking the same thing. They swarmed in toward the man, and the Light Racer attempted to smash into the man, using its incredible speed to try to tackle him and throw him off balance. As soon as he had done this, the wings fluttered and the Light Racer shot into the sky, turning around mid-air and then shooting down toward him, cocking back its fist and attempting to slam it into the top of the man's head. And then it continued forward once more, flying past him after shooting the attack, and then turning around once more and coming at him a final time, and this time when he got close, the Light Racer whipped its tail, attempting to pierce the man through the neck as it flew past.
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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.
Darka listened to Slypner as she spoke to him. He could not see her smirks or the light in her eyes because of the helmet that she wore, but he could tell that she was happy--it was in the intonations of her voice, and he grinned back at her when she said they would win. Sure as s**t they would win! There was no way they were going to die in this place! Darka needed to figure this out. He HAD to do it. It was something he had been trying to do for ages, and he wasn't about to just give it all up now. Not a damn chance. When they were charging, Slypner was talking about going for the Bone Beetle, and Darka was about to change course, but as he did, she joined in with him, and he was happy for it, as he had already prepared his attack. He let the sand loose, and as the spikes came crashing down toward the Light Racer, it blinked backwards, flashing so fast that he could hardly believe that the thing had even moved. It merely wasn't there anymore. The spikes had still covered a large enough area to take into account the movements of his enemies, but he had misjudged by a small amount, and they landed at its feet instead. The thing then was easily able to deflect Slypner's sword strike, but Darka wouldn't worry about that yet. As Slypner had stated--they needed to take one of these buggers out and then they would have an advantage over the other one. He was readying himself to strike out once again, but then he heard the footsteps approaching from behind. Not this time. As the Bone Beetle attempted to stab him from behind he whirled around, slamming his fist downward. His fist impacting the bone spike that the Beetle was using, and a light erupted from his fist when it made contact--a spell to create a pulse force from his fist so it wasn't his bare hand that was hitting against the bone, but instead a force push of magic that rocketed the Bone Spike off to the side. The thing immediately jumped away from him as if he were going to cast some sort of unholy spell on it, but it wasn't too worried about coming back in, and as it tried to, Darka slammed his hand into the sands once again, causing the sand to rise up and form into a wall that caught the thing's spike. Even though the spike stabbed through it, it could not make it all the way to Darka.
If the Light Racer had managed to keep its mouth shut, Darka might not even have known it was coming. But it heard the thing say that it was going to kill Darka first, and then as Darka turned to face it, the thing was already zooming toward him, ready to slam its shoulder into Darka and bowl him over like some sort of wrecking ball. Darka immediately dropped--taking a couple of steps forward and using his momentum to slide through the sand, too low for the thing's tackle to hit. And as he got back to his feet and he turned around, it was gone. He looked from side to side frantically, trying to find the damn thing, and by the time he looked up, it was too late. It was already dive-bombing him and the fist it threw crashed against the top of his head, sending him plowing into the ground. He hit the sand hard, and his head was swimming, blood coursed down his face and he felt the sand sticking to it as he chuckled to himself. He rolled over, looking to find where the damn thing was, and he saw it coming back around, attempting to swing across his prone form and slam its tail down into his neck, but as the tail came down toward him he shot his hands up and grabbed it before it could hit him and he pulled with all his might, sending the b*****d from flight down into the ground. He immediately grinned as he stood there, looking over to Slypner with a wink. "Nothing but a flesh wound." He said with a laugh. And then he turned back to the Light Racer, just getting to his feet and Darka grabbed another handful of sand. His tattoos lit up and the sand did as well before he hurled it up into the air, waiting for it to come back down and as it fell in front of him, he thrust his fist out, punching the ball of sand that he had created. The sand, however, was no longer soft--it had become a rounded ball harder than your average stone. When he punched it, the light from his fist erupted once more, and the force push sent the round projectile toward the Light Racer as fast as a bullet--hoping to put a hole in the b*****d.
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Darka
Health: 416/600
Skill: 30 Strength: 65 Defense: 42
Genji Gincosu
Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2016 3:26 pm
Dal'Mori Cestrol Menne
The situation was tense, there was no questioning that. Just looking into the cavern one could practically see the tension. In fact, one could wager, if they tried to reach into the room it would either be like pressing their hand up against a wall, or through syrup. In essence, they could try to cut the tension with a knife. The room screamed death to the weak willed. Spoke volumes of terror for the faint of heart. Ripped nightmares from their depths for the mentally inferior.
Now, one might ask, why does this room elicit such reactions? How could one area bring forth such a broad range of emotions? How could anyone sight cause people to break down?
Well, the answer is simple really.
There were two, basically monsters, standing in that particular cavern holding little back. One was chaotic, savage, tameless. The other precise, piercing, authoritative. Both were impressive, both were powerful, and both were holding little to nothing back. The result was a pressure in the room that would crush the weak, encourage the strong, and entice individuals on the same scale to join in.
This is where we find Dal'Mori and Faelan.
Despite the fact that the creature flew off into the distance, clearly finished, Dal'Mori did not reign in his presence, his killing intent. It was without direction at the moment, flowing around him like an aura one might say, as he stood right where he was when he was struck, staring at Faelan, watching her every move with eyes that calculated every muscle movement, and did so shamelessly.
Standing before Faelan was not Dal'Mori the rage induced combat beastie that fought head to head against her in the ring. It wasn't the Dal'Mori that ran from the room full of people because he has problems with enclosed spaces. It wasn't the indifferent one that tried to push everything down.
In that moment, it was clear as day to anyone, it was Dal'Mori the fighter. The tried and tested warrior, who had been bathed in the flames of war, and bore the marks of it on his soul with pride. If there was wind, no doubt it, his coat and hair would be swaying in it. His eyes were hard as they focused on her, there was a sort of compassion in his gaze, like something in him wanted to reach out and understand, but one would really have to be looking to see past the wall of steel that had become his eyes.
They stood on the precipice of a very important interaction. It was evident, even to a blind, crazy, old guy who might live in a hovel in the desert somewhere, that something big was about to happen. Something monumental between these two giants, which meant the effects could ripple out further than anyone could guess.
The ramifications of this instant could be catastrophic.
The rewards of this moment in history could be the key to salvation.
They could fight, right here, right now, and while the victor would be up in the air by a slim margin. They could pit everything they had against each other, putting it all out on the table right then and there, and let the rest sort itself out. The outcome of that, however, was still up in the air. It could be what leads them, ultimately, to friendship, and thus greater things. Or it could be that which breaks one or both of them, sending these two future legends twisting into darker and darker depths.
They could talk it out. A more reasonable approach. However, it would also have an untold outcome. Words will always have power, and those who knew how to use them could wield them as weapons capable of wiping out entire nations. In essence, a conversation between the two could simply turn into a battle of words instead of body, and just as explained before would have an unknown outcome.
Those were just two of the untold number of outcomes from this particular situation, all of which branching out into an impossible to count number of possible outcomes.
This was what Dal'Mori was preparing himself for. His body was as relaxed as it could be, but clearly more than ready to explode into movement at the slightest of provocations. His eyes locked on Faelan, his face, blank of expression, set in stone. He didn't have time to really look at this person before, the one behind the mask, his mind deciding it would be easier to look at Faelan as if she was two different people.
This person was ready to kill. Not anything in particular, just ready to kill. In fact, he imagined this version of Faelan was without conscious, meaning she would slaughter all in her way she deemed a threat, or an obstacle. He wondered if he should feel lucky he hadn't been attacked yet given his recently acquired injury, which even as he thought about it was healing up quite nicely.
Deciding it was time for action, he moved a few paces, making sure to keep his movements obvious and full of their intended purpose. He didn't want to light the powder keg; given he was unaware of the possible consequences of such an action. Once he was in place he turned to face her again, his eyes seeking out hers immediately, his new position planting him right between her and her mask.
This was what he wanted. He needed to talk to this Faelan. The other one he felt he could trust, the other one he felt he could have as backup, but not this one. This one he wasn't sure he could trust himself to be alone in the same room with, let alone allow her to watch his back. That could be a fatal flaw, a serious problem, and he didn't want that to be an issue.
So he stood there, watching, waiting, ready. He would wait for her to speak, and take the tone of the situation from that, and until then he could only prepare himself for whatever came his way.
If she attacked him, he would draw his spiked trench knives, due to the higher ease of access. This fight could be decided on one split second, thus every second counted.
If she went for the mask, he would move closer to it, making sure she had no choice but to confront him about it, and then from there deal with her method of confrontation.
Those were the main two outcomes he could think of that he needed to be physically ready for, and thus was in fact ready for them. Anything else would be pure reaction.
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 140 Health: 1820/1820 Control Limit: 1120
Power House - Level 5 - Every time you deal damage to a foe, they lose 10 Defense for the duration of the fight.
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Genetic Genocide
Brotherhood Of Explosives Vice Captain
Mind-boggling Trickster
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Genji Gincosu
Divine Phantom
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2016 10:44 am
Turn 2 (99% Defense Chance )
Her heart beat so loud she could hardly hear anything. Time became slow, Thump, THUMP! THUMP-THUMP! THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP! She could feel it in her brain, the adrenaline rushing thorugh her body that told her to stop, to run and never look back. Would she be considered Awol? She could live among the A.I! She could become one! And then she got a thought. Was that possible? Could she become an A.I? Could she become the enemy and then live her life as such? Of course, the thought was simply brought on by the moment, by the fear that rushed throughmrgreen her body and escaped out of every pour she had. They couldn't take either of them, and no matter how much of a happy face she put on, no matter how she tried to make Darka un-afraid, that illusion was breaking, and so would she. She should've known, she should've backed down, but she got a respawn. This was a game! One life, two life, five, three-hundred. She could do this over and over again, it didn't matter, but Darka couldn't. She knew Darka would be the target, she knew he would be the one to take the most damage and she could do nothing to stop it. They should've left the two alone. She knew they were stronger and all they had to do was turn around. They could have left, and yet she ran with the idea. Attacking one of them with their full force was stupid, but that was all she could do. Even if she split between both forces...Wait. No that wouldn't work. The giant A.I she had captured! She could make it a three way fight, but that was out of the question. She would feel less strong, and now she was going to lose someone due to pride. There was no way she would allow that, but she had to do something. She had to fight, but when she saw that stinger hit, she blanked out.
It wasn't as if she passed out, more that her brain went a bit more Eye of the tiger. Win or lose, she wouldn't know. When she would wake up, she wouldn't know where she would end up, or if she would end up anywhere. Regardless. Darka seemed in all sense of the word, unphased. That was good, but Slypner would never know. The sword missed, flung from her arm by the force of the stinger. She laughed, the blade vibrating among the sand, flying into her hand. Her digital data resonated with the blade and Slypner took off for the bigger one, trying to block it. If she could stop one from getting to the other, they could make their way out of this. "Run Darka! Run and tell no one to come here again! Run. We messed up...I was wrong for this job...I was wrong..." She yelled as the flower Darka had made flew from between her fingers into the wind. "And I was wrong about you..." She whispered to the A.I. "But we are put on different sides of the line." She said as he blade went down for his midsection. "If only we could be more peaceful....You don't want to take over humans....You'll never be happy." She said as she prepared for the worst. She wondered of what would come of this, but her eyes made sure to take out every bit of detail of these two. She would fail here, but when it was all over, she would be back, she would train. Damn these A.I! Damn the world I live in. She thought, her mind already onto the next moment. I should've trained, practiced even. I should've made my blade stronger, my A.I stronger and even myself stronger. I was foolish and now Darka will pay. They won't be able to escape so easily the next time. I'll take them by myself, I won't need any help! ******** em...I'll kill t---We'll kill them all She thought, a sound of snapping filling her head. That's what I thought... She thought to herself, a smile on her face. Next time, the results wouldn't be the same. We'll have new cores...You'll be stronger. i'll be a demon. Together... But she didn't finish the thought. She didn't need to. The A.I inside her knew.
ooc: Take her arms off or something. CRIT ME D8 < . u . This is going so bad for me. (Did the math wrong)
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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%.
Raven62
Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2016 2:44 pm
Turn 2
The Bone Beetle was extremely surprised by the sudden change of events. The man that was fighting them was being hit, but they were both far too weak to actually make this battle a contest. They were flailing their arms hopelessly, just praying to get a hit in on their enemies. However, that was not going to work. These human beings were fighting so hopelessly against enemies far beyond their scope--they had overstretched as Icarus had, and they would plummet to the sands below. The Bone Beetle watched their attempts at striking the Light Racer, and it snickered. Sure, the Light Racer would, in the long run, likely be easier to kill, due to the fact that the Bone Beetle had the strong outer shell, but, the Light Racer was also incredibly fast. The Bone Beetle wondered if they would even manage to land a hit on the golden ally of his before the battle was over. As it tried to attack the man, it was deflected by some sort of strange magics as the man punched the bone spike and sent it rocketing off to the side as if he had just hit the spike with a car. How was he able to put so much force behind his attack? It made no sense. Then, as the Bone Beetle attempted the second blow, the man create a damn wall out of the sand--like in some old superhero movie. This guy was some seriously ******** up type of human. The A.I. had never bothered putting them in classes other than "Baiter" and "Not Baiter" but obviously there was a little more to it than that.
As the Light Racer avoided the strikes it counter attacked, the second attack being too much for Darka to keep up with, and the A.I.'s fist clashed with the top of the man's head, splitting the skin and rattling his brain for sure. But, even as the blood dripped down his forehead, the man remained eerily calm. He looked to his ally and reassured her, telling her that it was nothing but a flesh wound. The man had balls, and the Bone Beetle could definitely appreciate that. It moved with him, following him as he went for the light racer once again, throwing a ball of dirt into the air and transforming it with his strange abilities, shooting it toward the Light Racer with great speed. The bullet-like projectile would definitely do some damage if it were to hit the other A.I., but there was little about that that the Bone Beetle could do, it was already launched toward the Light Racer--it was in it's hands now. However, directly after the man launched the projectile, the Bone Beetle slid into action, dashing toward the man and swinging the weaponized arm toward Darka in a horizontal sweep, aiming to absolutely and completely destroy the man by hitting him in the neck with the high-velocity strike. Then, as soon as the attack had come, he pulled back and launched forward once again, this time aiming to stab the spike right through Darka's chest once again.
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OOC: So, Genji. Just so you know, you add your lines onto the LAST post. Not YOUR last post. ^__^ You added 84 to your last post's count, I think, but my last post has a count of 693, so I added your 84 to that, to make the total count at the end of your last post 777, which is what I added to after this post. =]
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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%.
The Light Racer knew that the man had lost sight of it as soon as it had wheeled around in the air and come flying down toward him. He was looking willy nilly, all around, as if he were too damn stupid to look into the air. Why in the world would people like these be so intent on fighting A.I. out in the middle of the desert? Wouldn't they be happier at home, doing human things? Eating too much, ignoring the state of their world, having sex and making babies until they destroyed themselves. The Light Racer mentally sighed as it watched these humans struggle. They had come here far too early. There was no way for them to survive. They needed to be stronger--far stronger before they could take on A.I. on the outside. These people were obviously fresh from their H.A.L.F procedures...well, the woman was. But the man was just...well...weird. But, from what it seemed, it wouldn't be all too hard to dispatch him. They just had to keep the pressure on him before he did some crazy s**t, like go super-sayan or something. Who knew. If he could do all the creepy magic s**t he had already been doing. As the man hurled the dirt into the air and punched it, sending it rocketing toward the Light Racer, the A.I. laughed inwardly and lashed its tail out, slashing the projectile in half before it had a chance to get close to the Light Racer's body. Then the woman dashed in as well, swinging her sword down toward it and the Light Racer merely ducked its head and shifted to the side, rolling its body to swing itself under the blade before it had been swung low enough on its downward path.
The Light Racer prepared itself, however, as the Bone Beetle dove into combat. It readied itself, poising itself on the ground like a track runner and then blasting forward. It shot forward in a flash, its body moving like a living blur, travelling across the desert sands. They were especially dangerous in this environment because of the fact that when they moved, the blurred yellow colour of their bodies faded into the colour of the sands around them, and they could almost disappear. It cocked its hand back and shot it forward with the momentum of the dash and aimed to slam the man in the throat as it shot past, immediately turning on a dime after passing him and whipping around, its tail shooting toward the man's leg. If it hit it would pierce through the lower part of his calf and then tear him off of his feet. It would then pounce forward onto the man's fallen body and attempt to crack him one last punch right in the face. If he didn't get hit by the tail, however, the Light Racer would instead immediately jump toward the man in an attempt to catch him off guard and unleash a savage strike with the tips of its fingers, holding them all together like a knife. If it hit, it would definitely have the strength to pierce into the man, with ease.
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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.
Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2016 1:26 am
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A complex series of emotions ran through Fae's mind as his heavy blade made contact with the machine like enemy. The first, and strongest felt, was the utter joy and fulfillment of killing an enemy. It was a feeling that he had not felt in such a long time. As it was, to the current Feral Faelan it was a sensation akin to a dehydrated man taking his first sip of water after being lost in the desert. Still it wasn't enough, because after the feeling swept through his body a frown instantly appeared upon his face. It was obvious what was wrong; he needed more death. Drawing his sword up in an arm he brought it down with a quick and jerking like motion. It was a motion that had been practiced for many years. Just before his hand fully outstretched he jerked his wrist back and stopped the blade in mid air. Any oil – or whatever the AI had akin to blood – would be thrown from his blade. It was at that point, since the fight was done, that Fae finally looked down at his own blade. A cold glint of intelligence passed by his impassive golden stare. “This is a good blade. I must have the little guy thank his ancestor for this.” Fae's voice felt a bit more aged as he spoke. The words and mannerisms different from the normal Faelan. “The effects of that mask is dwindling. This body is not yet able to fully handle this power.” Fae's free hand reached up and stroked his chin as if he was stroking a beard. It appeared out of place on the pale skinned warrior, but the move was obviously something gained from years of constant practice. An exhausted sigh escaped his lips as his hand fell from his face and grabbed a hold of the sheathe at his waist, and very calmly he sheathed the blade with one swift and precise movement. “It seems I still must rest a bit longer.”
Why was this Fae so different? What was the reason for the sudden change in character? That was simple. It was because the mask had been removed for too long, and all the enemies had been fully defeated. The one in control was not young and emotionally-stunted child known as Faelan McBride. No, the one whom currently held the reigns of the body – even though still technically Faelan – was a Faelan whom possessed the memories of a man by the name of Xiao Feng; a man who had long since passed from this world. A sliver of his will was protected in the code that had been implanted in Faelan's body when he was young, and now that Faelan was undergoing the trials of a Batier that code was becoming more active. If the scientists of Sanctuary were alive to witness such a scene they would have been frightened back to death.
After mentally checking his condition Fae, or one could even say Xiao Feng, turned around in an attempt to reclaim the lost mask and put himself back into a deep slumber. However as Faelan turned around his eyes locked onto Dal's in an instant. Faelan's eyes had taken on a sort of golden glow from the drug currently flowing through his system while a strange sort of Demonic intelligence was held within them. A slight crooked smile broke his lips, revealing the white canines beneath. The current Faelan could be said to be like a wild demonic beast. His entire being radiating an intense blood lust and need for death. It was the aura of a being whom had washed himself in blood of countless beings and had been reborn time and time again in the most vicious of battles. While Dal'Mori held the upright and piercing aura of a tried and tested soldier. His companion was no doubt a man of great pride and strength. His being was not entirely unlike Fae's but it was still very different in the way that it was tactical and pinpoint while Fae's was all encompassing. In terms of weapons Dal'Mori would be considered a spear, nimble and able to strike an opponent in a precise manner without risk to oneself. Faelan would be more like a broadsword, domineering and sweeping through his enemy in a broad manner, and just as dangerous to wielder as it was to the foe.
Faelan's hand did not leave from the sheathe as his fingers tightened around it and bent it slightly forward in a manner that would make the blade easier to draw, if necessary. Dal was not only blocking Fae's path to his mask, but also to the code of the Yotten which he had already planned on capturing for himself. If Dal truly wished for a fight he would have one, and even though he felt that the warrior had risen in strength since their last bout he was not afraid. However the current Faelan was no longer the mindless wrath-beast, and was currently more man than beast. “Little Warrior if you wish to ask something, I suggest you do.” Feng released the strong will that was currently holding back his Killing intent and let his violent and demonic wrath once again fill the room. It clashed directly against Dal's strong intent making the tension in the room even thicker. The dark black and red code-aura also reappeared upon his body pushing every inch of Fae's body back to its peak potential. “Otherwise, I suggest you stand aside and allow me to reclaim that mask, or I am afraid your friend's consciousness may never again awaken.” Since the start of the conversation Feng had decided to lay all the cards on the table, but it wasn't just Faelan's original consciousness that was at stake. It was Xiao Feng's as well. Faelan's current body could not support the domineering code for a long amount of time. That was why the mask was created to begin with. Otherwise Faelan's body would be torn apart and shredded into pieces. Still Feng felt that such a thing would not happen for another while, and so if this Dal'Mori wanted a fight he would surely give him one. Xiao Feng, the man once called the Demon of Wrath, would never turn down a fight!
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OOC: Sorry this took so long to get out, I was not as well as I suspected I was. The stress of the funeral apparent got at me and I got super sick, but I am back and healthy! So let's continue this thing? >.> Also line count is no longer doubled, right?
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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.
Darka cursed himself as he watched the Light Racer easily keep track of the bullet-like projectile that he had tried to catch it with. It was a little disheartening to see the attack so easily read and dismissed, as it was, but Darka knew there was no time for pandering about being upset about it. He needed to fight these things, and he needed to help Slypner win this battle. If they could do it, he could get all of his research done on this place right here and now. He could prove everything. But...on the other hand of things, he now knew that the place was guarded, or at the very least often visited by these things. Which would mean that he needed to have strong allies to clear it out and help him get what he wanted from this place. Slypner had seemed rather upset after he had been hit, and she yelled at him to run--to tell people never to come back to this place, and Darka smirked as he looked toward her, throwing her a wink, blood still stained his face where it had oozed from his head, but the flow was slowing. "Now, now, dear. Let's not be hasty. These fellahs might be a bit tough, but it don't mean we can't try until there's no more trying to be had, right?" He asked with a laugh, trying to keep the woman's spirits up. "Besides, I told ya, if things get too bad, I am out of here. I can't afford to die...not yet. You need to worry about yourself. I mean...I know you guys don't exactly die anymore...but you can feel pain...and I certainly don't want the pain of death to be something you need to live through." He said with a worried smile as he turned back toward the enemies. The Bone Beetle was already rushing in toward him when he looked to see where they had positioned themselves, and the Beetle was ripping the spike appendage sideways in an attempt to knock his head off of his shoulders, but Darka immediately ducked from the attack and launched his fist upward, connecting an empowered punch and sending the attack way too high to hit anything.
It was moments later that the Bone Beetle hopped back and then dove forward once again, this time attempting to skewer him through his chest instead of aiming for his head. Bigger body mass section, it made sense. Easier to hit. But as the thing drove the spike forward, Darka jumped up, letting the strike instead go between his legs as he was in the air now, and then he landed, butt-first ontop of the spike and he nodded to the Bone Beetle. "Quite the scary weapon you got here." He stated with a loud guffaw as he rolled off the side of the spike and landed on his feet. It was at that moment that the Light Racer blasted toward him. But this time, Darka took a deep breath and followed every little movement the A.I. made. He positioned himself and watched as it blasted through the sands, never losing sight of it as it got closer and closer and then as it struck toward his throat, Darka turned his body sideways to minimize the space for the enemy to hit and then thrust his palm out, hitting the back of the Light Racer's hand and throwing the momentum off, sending it stumbling past him. But Darka took no chances, whirling around and following the thing's trajectory as it went past him. Then, it swung its tail, shooting it up toward his leg, and Darka caught it just in time, slamming his hand down into the ground and creating a shockwave with the force that sent a blast of sand up, obscuring him for a moment--just long enough to escape from the strike unharmed. And as the Light Racer charged into the sand-blast to try to hit Darka unaware, but the man had already moved, and as the dust cleared, Darka aimed a savage punch toward the side of the Light Racer's head in hopes of knocking something loose.
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2016 5:49 pm
Dal'Mori Cestrol Menne
Watching Faelan's body swing about her blade brought some trepidation to the surface. The truth of it was, he didn't want to fight the savage fighter like this, sure at another point in the future, but right now? It wasn't the time. He would if he needed too though, and the thought almost chilled him. It wasn't but two weeks ago that Dal'Mori would have been appalled at the thought of attacking another teammate. In fact, until this point, the only that that would have made him consider killing a fellow warrior, is someone talking about killing a fellow warrior.
Yet here he was, staring into the face of the monster that was to be a Baiter just like him, his entire body ready to explode into motion in the blink of an eye. As soon as their eyes met Dal'Mori's whole body tensed in anticipation. Time seemed to slow incredibly, seconds turning into eons, each moment stretching into eternity. Dal'Mori's eyes watched every shift of flesh as that farce of a smile appeared on her face, everything about this woman was obviously hand designed to try to make her look as scary as possible.
Unfortunately for her, she lived in a world where monsters were an everyday occurrence, and thus she would be hard pressed to find people like Dal'Mori afraid of her.
His eyes narrowed.
This version of Faelan obviously didn't think very highly of him if that was how she would address him. This was not something he would stand for ordinarily, but right now he had bigger problems to address. For example, the fact that he had an undetermined time limit before Faelan falls into what he could only assume is a coma.
So, he decided to get right down to business. Ignoring the raging storm of a strong desire to kill around him, standing in what one could call the eye of said storm, Dal'Mori rose to his full height, made absolutely certain he made eye contact, and asked the one question that was plaguing him this whole time.
"Can I trust you?"
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The tension in the room was easy to see. In fact, it could probably be felt from the entrance of the cave system. Anything else that might have been residing in this particular cave system would have probably already left. It was truly a clash of monstrous wills. Xiao Feng stood there un-moving, and unchanging as he awaited the other warriors response. It wasn't that he didn't understand Dal'Mori's current position, but that he simply did not have the time to deal with much of anything at the moment. As it was Faelan's body was a simple patch work of working parts that had barely been stable to begin with. Feng could feel the enhanced body rejecting the power of his Demonic code. It would be one thing if he could simply possess the child, but whenever he tried his code was always severely injured by Faelan's willpower. The brat was a monster in his own right. Feng could only sigh and curse his bad luck. Still he knew that to become a true Baiter Fae would eventually have to assimilate the demonic code in his body and that would be his time to strike, when Fae's will power would be focused elsewhere. Until then he would allow the child to use his power.
When Dal'Mori finally asked his question, 'Can I trust you?' Xiao Feng only laughed. As it was Fae's voice had taken on an old archaic and raspy tone under Feng's influence, making the laughter seem more demeaning than was probably meant, but Feng did not care. “Little Warrior, can one truly trust anyone in the world we live in?” Feng had long since directed his apathetic golden stare towards Dal'Mori, but now his brow was slightly raised as he waited for the warrior's response. He was truly curious. Xiao Feng had once been a Baiter as well, but he had long since decided to toss away his humanity in the pursuit of power and the strength of his sword. So when the time came to become an actual Demon and let his consciousness mix with that of an AI he did not hesitate, but no matter what Dal's response would end up being Feng's next words were already picked. “In this life no one person is trusted without reason. With that the reverse is also true, and no one person is distrusted without reason. Have I given you a reason not to trust me?” It was true that his influence usually caused Faelan to become a wild monster hell bent on destruction, but other than when they were forced to fight Feng could not recall anything from Fae's memories that would have given Dal a reason to distrust him. At least not yet. “However if it is my intention you are after, I will tell you now, that the only thing I thirst for is power, and to have a resolute and free sword. I will not be hindered, not even if that means fighting those in my way.”
Feng's words were not false bravado by any means. The serious conveyed in each word gave off a clear message that Feng would cut off his own arm if it hindered him in anyway. “Now as I see it our goal currently align. So I will not attack you. That is as long as you do not mean to harm this body.” Feng's last words were final. He would not allow anyone to block him from his goals, and currently Dal'Mori was a good traveling companion. Someone who could be considered on his own level in terms of monstrous talent. So as thing where it could be a very fulfilling and mutual partnership.
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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: Tue Mar 22, 2016 3:39 pm
Dal'Mori Cestrol Menne
Dal'Mori's mind was truly one of focus.
The laugh was unexpected, but filtered out as it was ultimately irrelevant. His feelings towards the condescending name? Irrelevant. Thus, filtered out. The battle of wills going around him? Useless, thus filtered out. Yes, the truth was, Dal'Mori was standing in a veritable storm of blood lust, and was only pumping out enough to keep the wall grasping all of the air around him at bay. It truly spoke to the power that Faelan held within that fragile looking body. While yes, his aura added to the pressure, hers was what was flooding the caverns. Dal'Mori simply did not have that kind of blood lust within him.
However, this fact too, was irrelevant, thus filtered out.
He stared deep into the eyes of the soul that currently resided within the physical form before him as it responded to his question. Dal'Mori's eyes widened in intense disbelief at those words, as if they had just driven a dagger into his spine.
This being didn't believe in trust?
At first it had been little things, like the indiscriminate blood lust and feral nature in the midst of combat. Beings that act like that are usually the codes that they were at war with, or feral animals who act on instinct alone. There would be no room for friend or foe targeting, it would be just constant aggression until there was nothing left alive. As far as Dal'Mori was concerned, this was reason enough for a seed of mistrust to be planted. After all, how can one expect a feral beast to watch their back or carry on like a true partner in battle?
However, this? This revelation not only shocked Dal'Mori to the core, but left him feeling more on guard. He completely disagreed with the man before him. Trust was the building blocks of a good team. The kind of trust needed was not one that could be given a reason before it was put into use. You had to trust implicitly the people you went to battle with were there to fight alongside you, willing to fight to the death for you, just as they had to trust you would do the same. Without that trust, without that blind faith, warriors could not stand shoulder to shoulder. This was something Dal'Mori believed so completely, the idea that anyone could not think along those lines was not only shocking, it was devastating.
Why? Well, because now the idea was planted.
The warrior in question took a deep breath, recovering from having his whole world changed in what could be considered record time. Truthfully in the past few weeks Dal'Mori's life had changed so drastically, he wasn't sure if he was simply in shock or if the changes just didn't affect him as much because he was resigned to his fate. Either way, it didn't matter, it could all be dealt with later. Right now he had an objective to finish.
With that he walked away from the mask on the ground, one eye locked firmly on Faelans body as he moved over to the core orb that he had been in combat with for the majority of the fighting, and reached out to touch it. He blinked as the oddest sensation entered into his mind, like he could physically feel another consciousness in his mind before the roar of a proud beast echoed from the recesses of his mind, and it was violently squashed. He felt a surge of power, as he was certain his core also felt.
Not that he cared. It was a monster, it's only use was making him powerful, it being stronger meant he was stronger.
With that he turned towards the exit of the cave and just walked off. He said no words, he had no reason to. Everything he desired to exchange with the other soul was finished. He had his answer. He couldn't trust it. For now, their goals aligned, but who says when that changes? How? Or even why? He would need to be constantly on guard around the other half. It was that simple.
When he reached the outside of the cave he felt a slight shift in his mind, like a crack ready to be formed. The reason? Inside the cave, the world changed. The idea that warriors went to battle with each other even without trusting the others to keep them alive? It was like pulling the bottom card out from underneath a house of them. It caused everything he believed to be true to topple. He knew he would be able to trust, but he also knew it would be tainted now.
Yet despite this, the world was the same. Nothing looked different. The sun was still the sun, the sand still the sand, the storm in the distance was still a bad sign. So why did he feel like the foundation of the world at his feet had changed?!
He sighed heavily, and for the first time since it happens allowed himself to miss his mother. She was always the one who picked him up, and put him back together when things like this happened. She would always say this line, and while it wasn't really a comfort but it usually helped to hear it from her lips.
"The world hasn't changed son, you have."
He brushed those memories aside once his eyes started stinging, shoving them deep down as he heard the shifting sands indicating that Faelan had followed him outside. Regardless of how much time had actually passed between him leaving and Faelan following him, he turned to look at her, no doubt by this point in her mask again.
"I don't like the other you." He was very blunt and direct, he couldn't help it, he was never taught the fine art of verbal subtlety. His words were not spoken in any fashion of aggression or anger, nor were they intended to put Faelan down, it was simply his assessment of her other soul. "You are much more preferable company." He said simply before heading off, back in the direction of the base, his final statement obviously an invitation to join him if for some reason she felt she needed one.
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The current situation was turning out to be rather amusing for Xiao Feng. The current world was one of slaughter. The weak are preyed on by the strong, and there was no other option than to fight back. It was precisely this reason Xiao Feng perused strength and tossed away his humanity. There was no room for the weak in the world, and Dal'Mori was here talking on about trust? How was one to trust everyone in the world? Humanity was by its own definition selfish, and they were the only ones fighting the AI.
Xiao Feng sighed as Dal moved out of his way. Honestly, he was was looking forwards to another fight. Once Dal was out of the way a thin smile spread across his lips and a cold light flashed across his eyes. Feng urged Faelan's body forward, but did not head straight for the mask. Instead he moved towards the glowing purple ball of light. His right hand moved down and removed the sword hilt from the pouch on his thigh. He gripped it tightly in his right hand before stretching his left hand out towards the floating purple ball of light. Once his hand touched the purple light his eyes closed. The pitch black world Faelan had entered before appeared in his mind.
Feng stood on top of a white platform. Only this time he didn't look like Faelan. Instead Feng stood a full six foot holding an imposing sword aura about him. His eyes were golden, and his hair pitch black. He wore a simple outfit of a shirt and jeans with a long trench coat hanging from his shoulders. Faelan stood just behind him, but Xiao Feng simply ignored him and instead focused on for floating lights in front of him. Three were white, and the last was red. At the moment Xiao was focused fully on the red light as he reached out his hand. The Red light exploded with power. A red glow flooded the pitch black world. Xiao Feng let out a cold snort before he closed his hand down around the light. Within the moments the the red light disappeared from the illusionary world. Feng continued to focus on his hand, and then within moments the world gained a dark purple tint. A hint of electricity sparked here and there. It appeared like a purple thunderstorm was beginning to rage within the world. “Now grow, or die. The weak will always be discarded.”
When Faelan's eyes opened he had once more regained the control of his own body. He bent down and retrieved the black and gold mask from the ground. Slipping it on he took stock of his body and his power. He was significantly weaker than before, but a new surge of power was running through his body instead. It was different, but still strong. “I don't like the other you.” A cold laugh rang out within the back of his mind before it faded away. Faelan only nodded in acknowledgment. “You are much more preferable company.” Faelan raised a brow out of curiosity, but didn't bother saying anything. Instead he pulled himself along side the warrior and removed one of the bottles of water from within his ring and offered it to Dal in a sort of apology. He knew his more aggressive personality often got under peoples skin. A hundred and more years of memories tended to make someone jaded.
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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: Wed Apr 06, 2016 8:08 pm
Dal'Mori Cestrol Menne
He took the water without question or hesitation, recognizing it for what it was and accepting it as such immediately. It was clear to him she had no control over the circumstance, and he would not hold her accountable. As far as he was concerned they were two separate people, and Dal'Mori did not hold one at fault for the actions of another.
It was just that simple.
After that interaction it was an easy step back into the comfortable silence from before, or as close to it as was possible, there was a noticeable shift, more likely bred from the new level of understanding between them as only battle can bring. Or it could have been the conversation with the other half of Faelan, which had birthed an idea within Dal'Mori's mind, taking grasp at the cracks in his defenses to further it's hold.
"Can one truly trust anyone in the world we live in?"
These words struck a chord within Dal'Mori that the warrior himself wasn't even aware existed. Coming from a world built almost completely around the idea of trust, it was almost as world shaking as the idea that people are fusing their bodies with magic to be able to better defend the planet. He was raised to believe you can trust those who fight by your side, he was raised to believe you should trust those who fight by your side.
He knew that when this started he was a tad wary, enough to call it distrustful perhaps, of Faelan. It wasn't so much the way she fought, but more a gut feeling, however the sheer feral nature of her fighting style would forever have him on edge. It was perhaps the only one capable of stopping him in his tracks without him being able to so much as honestly defend himself. However, that was not enough to shake his foundations of trust enough for him to desire to always have her in sight range.
Now though? Now he knew well enough he could trust her, she had given him nothing to think less of her. That said though, the other half of her? He would always be on guard henceforth so long as that mask was off her face. If it remained, he knew he had a competent and reliable ally at his back. Admittedly, a little rough around the edges, but having come from a very similar style upbringing of near torturous training and prodigal skill, he could understand that.
The walk back was a quiet one, much like the walk out to this wretched place. How the old man lived out here was literally beyond the warrior, but he was quite alright with this fact. The old man clearly knew what he was doing, and while he appeared to be totally without mind, he had sound enough sanity to call for help when he required it. The white clad warrior would not pry into the man's life, and leave him to his devices.
This was how the majority of the walk was taken, divided between thinking about the new idea that perhaps not everyone could be trusted and simply enjoying the silent companionship that filled the space between them as they walked. Within just a few hours they were back at the camp ground, and turning in their mission. They received compliments for doing so well, as normally rookies have much harder times with these kinds of missions. Harsh terrain and cores? Most people wouldn't even dream of going out into that.
Once those formalities were out of the way, Dal'Mori turned towards his companion for this mission. He made sure that their eyes met, before bowing to her. It was a simple bow, not too formal, more along the lines of something shared between individuals of the same ranking of importance. He considered Faelan his equal, more so his rival, and he would make sure she knew it. He may not be a man of many words, but actions speak significantly louder.
With his recognition of her status as his ally, he turned and took the teleporter back to the main base. As he felt his body torn asunder at the smallest of levels, he found himself idly wondering how it was possible he didn't seem as affected by it as his counter parts. He heard rumor that Acel had vomited, and even Faelan seemed to have some adverse effect to it, but outside of recognizing that it was an immensely weird sensation, he felt nothing that would lead to him feeling unsteady.
Ultimately he left that thought process aside, he had other issues to attend too. Namely the replacement of his broken sword. He felt a stab of regret now that the adrenaline pumping through his blood, and the absolute focus on the fight were gone. Chen had picked that sword out just for him, and while he had only met the woman but the day before, he felt a certain connection to her. She birthed a light in him the likes of which he thought snuffed out with his village.
However, what's done is done, and being upset about it would get him nowhere. He would simply have to make sure he apologized to her the next time her saw her, and make it up to her in some fashion.
For now, though? He was off to find somewhere that might have a weapon that would suit his needs. He might look into one of these magic weapons, like the ones Sarah was using. He might not understand it one damn bit, but if he could use it, there's no reason not to right?
Any means necessary.
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Turn 3 (99% Defense Chance )
Her heart beat so loud she could hardly hear anything. Time became slow, Thump, THUMP! THUMP-THUMP! THUMP-THUMP-THUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMP! She could feel it in her brain, the adrenaline rushing thorugh her body that told her to stop, to run and never look back. Would she be considered Awol? She could live among the A.I! She could become one! And then she got a thought. Was that possible? Could she become an A.I? Could she become the enemy and then live her life as such? Of course, the thought was simply brought on by the moment, by the fear that rushed throughmrgreen her body and escaped out of every pour she had. They couldn't take either of them, and no matter how much of a happy face she put on, no matter how she tried to make Darka un-afraid, that illusion was breaking, and so would she. She should've known, she should've backed down, but she got a respawn. This was a game! One life, two life, five, three-hundred. She could do this over and over again, it didn't matter, but Darka couldn't. She knew Darka would be the target, she knew he would be the one to take the most damage and she could do nothing to stop it. They should've left the two alone. She knew they were stronger and all they had to do was turn around. They could have left, and yet she ran with the idea. Attacking one of them with their full force was stupid, but that was all she could do. Even if she split between both forces...Wait. No that wouldn't work. The giant A.I she had captured! She could make it a three way fight, but that was out of the question. She would feel less strong, and now she was going to lose someone due to pride. There was no way she would allow that, but she had to do something. She had to fight, but when she saw that stinger hit, she blanked out.
It wasn't as if she passed out, more that her brain went a bit more Eye of the tiger. Win or lose, she wouldn't know. When she would wake up, she wouldn't know where she would end up, or if she would end up anywhere. Regardless. Darka seemed in all sense of the word, unphased. That was good, but Slypner would never know. The sword missed, flung from her arm by the force of the stinger. She laughed, the blade vibrating among the sand, flying into her hand. Her digital data resonated with the blade and Slypner took off for the bigger one. She wondered what Darka had inside his body to make him this way. He wasn't a B.A.I.T.O.R so how could he fight the way he could? Maybe she could use those fine enhancements and enhance herself like that? She needed more power, and she wish she could draw on that future power right now, but she knew in her hearts of hearts that this was over. The more she fought, the more they tried, the less they would get. She just needed to keep them separated, to maybe give Darka some time to escape. Of course, he wouldn't run, the man would just keep fighting. Oh well, with an upward slash at the Torso of the giant bone beetle. She would be back, one day to take care of these two things. "Hey. You think maybe we could just work together? You guys don't seem so bad. Bond with me. I bet we can find a solution." She said in her haste. It was foolish, but maybe somewhere in the light....Nah. She was doomed.
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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%
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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
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Deleter - Level 1 - Your final damage (after defense reductions) is increased by 5%.
