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It was getting harder to keep the stride up. Her ankle was starting to swell. If Chiara would put her pride down for a minute she might realize that if she just calmed down, stopped moving for a bit, and let her foot rest, she might be able to go farther in the long run. Of course, pride was a crutch, in its ways. Its also a weapon, that helped pull the blueblood down from her prideful stride. Chiara grimaced as she put her weight on the ankle. It slowed her down, and she was forced to slow down. The blueblood rested her back against the wall, and focused on her breathing. How she wished she had someone to actually have her back. The blueblood fought back the feeling she had pushed down, and continued on.

Everything was still for a moment, such calmness made Polair nervous. Something wasn't right. It was watching her, surely the defense mechanism watched them all. Struggling, dying... It watched them suffer. If it was a living thing it probably mused at their pain. Polair wasn't giving up just yet, she still had energy and will power left and surprisingly so did Claud. Suddenly she heard a mechanical screech, similar to the one she heard when she had to take care of a certain monstrosity. The droid grabbed her by the ankle and before she knew it, her and her lusus were dogpiled by a great amount of droids.

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HP: 6/20 (-1 ongoing)

Zapped in the butt by one particularly rude robot, Vulpin shrieked, jumping a foot in the air. They should have been paying more attention to their surroundings. Sly would have chastised them for such a sloppy mistake as leaving their backside unwatched. That was the whole purpose of having a partner! To watch each other's back. Vulpin snarled, showing their teeth. They didn't need to be defended. They could take care of themself.

Vulpin flipped their daggers in their hands, flaunting a little before embedding the sharp tools deep into the metallic coating of the robot who had manhandled them. With glee, they watched the bot sputter into a slow death, eventually retrieving the daggers and pocketing them for future use.

HP: 11/20 (-2 per roll)
Military Grade Partisan
Support Trinket A: 1/1


"We're too far in to evacuate." Lorata murmured to herself as the image of Verier slowly flickered away, leaving behind a troubling message. They'd gone in knowing there was a bomb waiting for them to disarm it, that was true, but the fact that they'd found a timer and thought it more prudent to leave rather than keep going meant that the odds weren't good on them making it in time. Frowning, the seadweller wondered why the scientist hadn't bothered to direct them to the power room now that they knew where they needed to go.

There was no time to waste on wondering though. Only time enough for heroes to rush on to the end. She turned her attention to the path ahead and followed it until a pile of droids brought her to another stop. Or at least, that had been her intention, to keep from catching their attention while she planned her path through the room. Instead she stumbled, alerting one droid and causing the whole pile to rustle and then scatter.

She broke and ran for the exit of the room, droids grabbing and cutting at her all the way.

Stryke Nvrmor
HP: 8/20
Direction: Up

Power: Novice Defense Style B - Used

If it wasn't one thing it was another. The droids were coming in droves, endlessly nerely it seemed. When one in particular came charging for him it was nearly relentless, zapping and prodding at him. Frustration and tensions raised as he was encased in a golden bubble, surrounded by the image of clocks. The power effectively shelling both trolls temporarily given the approximation of their closeness. "enough! i'm beginning to hate robotsss of all things!" He hissed, kicking a boot at the thing to knock it away. Between this and the lusus appreciation week madness...it was easy to.

Stumbling slightly, Stryke placed a hand on the wall as he caught his breath from using the golden dazzle that was his psionic shielding. The clocks had faded, and so too did the ticking. His rear had been zapped several times, but thankfully the barrier had provided the thing something to smash it's self again causing it's robotic limb to fall off upon smacking at the barrier.

Stryke deals 2 DMG to the Defense AI.

Voscil Torgny
HP: 11/20
Direction: Up!

In the brief time it had taken her to get distracted fighting off droids, Voscil had realized much to her horror and dismay she had lost track of Reemus. Biting her lip nervously she wondered if he would be alright. From the sounds of things had taken a turn for the worse and they were running out of time.

Restless energy coursed in her veins, sparking as she wandered trying to find her way back to where everyone had went. In her fighting she'd let herself get seperated like an idiot to focused on one thing and not the bigger picture.

Just as the lightning psioic had gotten lost deeper in thought, an unexpected prod to her rear jolted her. "OW! Knock it off!"She whined, pushing away the droid as she raced along hoping she could figure out what direction to even go. The electrical shock from the droid was not like her own powers, or natural source currents. It had left her feeling uncomfortable, the two mismatched energies for the now were fighting one another.

Eostre Diazzi
HP: 2/20
Eostre still focused on destroying cameras, almost like a feverish obsession. She wasn't sure if it was doing much to help in genuinely taking down the AI, but either way she felt better destroying them. She slipped underneath, shadowy slink that she was, and punched them right off the wall, sending them skittering down the hall. If it couldn't see her, she might be able to do something... Like, maybe they could slip into the central area to power it down without being shot by lasers or crushed by walls. That sort of thing. She brushed her gloves off on her jumpsuit.

Eostre dealt 6 damage to the Defense AI