All the allies had made their moves, and struck for foes of choosing, But the Quazzar, sad, had not yet shifted, the speed race it was loosing, It would not let these others win, the footrace was boring, it was snoozing, The real thing it needed to do was figure out how to be...nauuuuuughty.
It watched as the young boy readied himself, backing up just a hair, Though, surprisingly enough, the boy did not despair, But instead decided to be brave and fair, Like the knights of old. But the knights of old were...nauuuuuughty.
It all happened so fast, so quick the Quazzar barely saw what came, But the boy was striking with something that seemed to be for a game, It seemed it was range the boy looked to gain, But keeping the Quazzar away was quite...nauuuuuughty.
So as the yoyo came at it quick, the quazzar managed to take a dip, It lowered it self to the ground and rolled, moving away, a quick side-slip, It watched the weapon whiz by and then return to the child, what the flip? Not much the A.I. could do against a child using things so...nauuuuuughty.
It was finally time for it to strike--to get its five minutes in the lime light, It wanted to feel the boy's beautiful, white, hair in its hands all night, It wanted to tear it off and lick the scalp clean after this fight, It wanted, so badly, to just get the chance to be...nauuuuuughty.
It ripped forward, bounding across the street, As it jumped, it stuck to a wall, and then jumped to the next, sure to be neat, It wouldn't bear to fumble now, it raced like an excited heartbeat, And as it took one last jump, it was time to be...nauuuuuughty.
It built up as much of the acidic spit as it could, knowing it would burn badly, But it didn't mind a bit of a marred face, as long as the hair was not ratty, So as it soared through the air, and it spit at Ilya's face, not so sadly, It waited and watched as it fell, to see if its acid might be...nauuuuuughty.
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Quazzar
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 74 Health: 838/838
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.
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Shards of Myself
Ominous Noodles
Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2016 3:37 pm
Turn 2
As he attempted to funnel the male in front of him into a very good strike position, he paid close attention to the man's movements. He was fast enough to turn aside many of the fake attacks, which while fake, were still quite speedy, if he did say so himself. However, this seemed to be the Baiter's biggest boon. He seemed to be all muscle and no finesse. What a shame. When the final attack came through, the man showed an incredible feat of agility, and simply turned aside, sending a blow towards his wrist, likely in an attempt to dislodge his weapon. While the strike did land, the blow hardly had the desired effect.
After all, the Jailer was a gentleman, and gentlemen do not do something as undignified as drop their weapons in the middle of combat.
When the Baiter threw out some attempts at witty banter, the Jailer sighed. His best initial attempt was to simply throw the Jailers own words back at him? Sure, he added on the equivalent of an 'Or else' but still. It was rather lack luster. It seemed he would not find intelligent conversation with this one either. A pity.
As the man made what seemed like it would be short work of his second, the Jailer turned his attention to his other servants. If he had to guess, he would guess they would do just fine. After all, they were just children, even the shiny black one.
Turning his attention back towards the target of his duel, his eyes narrowed slightly. He forgave this dishonor once, as his second did jump the gun and join into the fight just a little early, but if this guy decided to attack another before one of them lay dead, the Jailer would be forced to turn his attention on the children, as recompense for the lapse of focus on their duel. Not usually one to attack children, this option seemed less than appealing, but all the same, it would be called for.
Deciding to take the last attack the Baiter made against the bug as hiss cue to return to the assault, the Jailer snapped forward like a cracked whip, his weapon coming down in a wide arc, attempting to hit the upper right side of his opponent’s body, fully intent on breaking a bone in that area. The collar bone, the shoulder, even the humerus would do well. Anything to cause serious enough damage to the man, to ensure his attention returned completely to the Jailer.
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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.
Threigze Fionsi Bez truda, ne vitashish i ribku iz pruda.
Turn 2 100 - (56 - 66 =) 1 = 99% Defense chance.
The response to her assault was rather surprising. The thing picked up one of the rather heavy plates of metal from the ground and held it in front of itself. Seeing this made her realize that she didn't have any kind of advantage against these things. They were as fast and as strong as she was, if not more so. This was something she was not used too, not one bit. Her entire life, no matter the opponent, animal, man, or any kind of mutant version of the two, she was the better combatant.
Not here.
Here she was just a little girl, with some special quirks. The problem with that? Her enemies also had special quirks. Kind of evened the playing ground. And that thought, that idea, suddenly filled her with adrenaline. Here it was! What she had been searching for her whole life! Adventure! Real danger! A thrill unlike any that had come before it! She felt revitalized, energized to the point of nearly bouncing on the tips of her feet.
She watched the opponent whose attention she had purposely pulled to herself as the bullets stopped flowing from her gun. However, instead of immediately coming in to charge, it started talking. The words coming from its mouth left a shiver to crawl down her spine like molasses, but she wouldn't let it get to her. She couldn't. Instead, she readied herself for whatever it might throw at her, and she found she didn't need to wait for long.
The manhole cover came flying at her, a heavy throw, and she knew just how she would respond to it. Her arm was already changing as she pulled it back, the bulk of the mass that was near her elbow retracted as her fist returned, only to grow exponentially. She swung her arm forward and knocked the metal disk aside. As luck would have it, about that point the creature she found herself in mortal combat with had decided to use the cover provided by the item to attack her, so his blade was also knocked askew, likely with a good portion of his arm. It wouldn't be damaging, but it would ensure the attack didn't land.
Seeing the close proximity of the monster, she decided a close quarters approach would be the best attempt. Her arm, already transformed and moving, seemed like the best option. Twisting her feet, and bending her body with the turn, she brought the swing full circle, spinning completely around in that spot, bringing her massive fist around. From there, she simply aimed it at the dead center of this things body, hoping it would hit. Should it hit, it would no doubt send the thing flying. Should it miss, she would basically be a wide open target.
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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.
There were no words for what followed the Turbine Beetles decision to jump off the roof. There wasn't time for it to think about how this was the worst choice it had ever made. There wasn't enough time for it to think about how things had once been. There wasn't even enough time for the thing to think 'Oh s**t.' It was confident up until it was within range of the man's swords, and that was when the nightmare began.
It was a never ending flow of pain, set up in such a way that it had no defense, no way to block, no way to dodge. All it could do for the last moments of its life was put as much umph into it's final 'Oh Yeah', before the blades sliced right into it caused a world of pain to be introduced. When that world of pain was over, it had enough energy to look up at the sky for a single moment, before falling dead and turning into a floating ball of energy.
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Turbine Beetle
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 65 Health: -1655/925
Skill: 55 Strength: 30 Defense: 45
Tactical Advantage:Acupuncturist: Your blows hit pressure points, causing the foe to move slower and be less proficient with their attacks. When you deal damage, the foe suffers a -2 to their Strength stat for the rest of the fight.
Fear. Ilya felt a strong sense of fear when he finally came face to face with the enemy he knew he would have to face when he took on this responsibility. Yet, somehow, the fear still consumed him, as if he could never be truly prepared for what was now going on. He was lucky, in all honesty. Lucky to have gotten Gavriil instead of a psychopath, instead of something that would have rathered him dead than work with him. Lucky that his first fight was an easy one. Now, seeing what was before him, he realized that he was originally naive. That he had taken his life too fast and that was a mistake that he was never going to take back. Ever. He understood the fear behind his mother's eyes, and the fear in Acel’s voice when he found out that the small boy was a Baiter. ’Keep moving forward, Ilya. There’s no use worrying about what’s behind you when there’s dangers in front of you.’ Gavriil said in his mind, urging the boy to try and keep moving. All Ilya could do was nod his head, tears touching the edges of his eyes. He was still soft. Not used to the horrors of the battlefield. Not used to the fight and struggle to remain alive like Thre, not used to fighting like Acel… But he did not feel alone. With Gavriil in his head, he knew he would be at least okay. That was what kept him going.
So Ilya remained as vigilant as possible in his current state, trying to make sure he saw any attack that came his way. However, what he saw instead was Acel wipe out a singular AI with one strike. And honestly, it was perhaps one of the coolest things he had ever seen. Was that what he was going to be like when he was older? When he was finally able to battle without tears in his eyes? Oh, that would be so cool if he did! That was it. That would be his goal. He would train every day, work out every day, and be the best he could be. Just to be that amazing. And if all of the baiters were like that? Even better. He wanted to be the best, and the strongest. Oh, and he knew he could do it, too. It would just take time…
Ilya took a deep breath, turning his eyes towards the one that made the creepy eyes towards him, the one that seemed to be oozing a strange, gross fluid. It made the small boy want to shudder. He honestly didn’t think he had ever encountered something so… disgusting. It was horrible. Absolutely horrible. ’Gavriil? Do you have anything on this thing? It’s gross... ’ The child questioned, wanting to take another step back. The first attack did nothing, and he was weary about how well this fight was going to go. Still, he was inspired by how great the other two were doing. They were veterans in battle, in fighting, and they had a handle on things. Likewise, he had to. With or without experience. So, when he payed close attention to the AI as Gavriil spoke.
’I know that it is a Quazzar, and that it spits acid at its enemies. It is also fast, so be wary. This particular one seems to like you.’ The last phrase scared Ilya, but he nodded. Shortly after the information was given, the Quazzar confirmed it by shooting a great big glob of acidic spit at him. It was a most disgusting color, and came at him very fast. Thinking fast, Ilya tucked and rolled away as fast as he could. Lucky for him, he was fast enough to be able to dodge out of the way of the attack. Seeing the gross glob of goop hit the ground and sizzle caused a shiver to go down Ilya’s spine. If that had landed on Ilya’s face… No, he couldn’t think about that. He just had to attack and move on. So, Ilya clenched his jaw and stood as fast as he could to formulate his attack. His muscles already screamed at him to attack or run, screamed at him to do what he could to make it out of this alive. Scratch, claw, bite, whatever. He had to. With his trusty yoyo in his hand, Ilya let is slip from his hand to ready it. He let it bounce a few more times before letting the thing fly once more, swinging it around, then flinging it towards the quazzar. The fight was no doubt going to be long and arduous, but he could still pull through… Right?
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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 had warned the children of the dangers that they faced--he had told them he was not able to protect them fully, and that they would have to do it on their own. However, he was still rather surprised when they both managed to evade their enemy's attacks individually the way that they did. Thre was using her strange code-core to manipulate her body, and she switched her arm into some sort of massive version of her fist, batting away the manhole cover with relative ease as it came rocketing toward her. Then, Ilya too managed to make a swift move to avoid the acid that the Quazzar was spitting at them. These guys were dangerous, but the kids were doing pretty well at holding their own against them--perhaps they were not as hopeless or defenseless as Acel once thought. He smirked as the Turbine Beetle came flying down through the air and his attacks landed one after the other before he launched the thing into the flagpole, impaling it there. The thing barely even made a noise as it was taken down--merely dying quickly and turning into the code pile that Acel had become familiar with. Acel dashed instantly--he knew that he was putting even more space between himself and the children he needed to protect--but this was important. This was what would allow him to survive this battle with the kids surviving as well. He dashed with all of his strength, but as he was going toward the code, the Jailer decided to intervene. The gentlemanly robot launched itself forward and slammed its blade down in a wide strike. It aimed high, and as soon as the blade came down toward it, Acel swung his own sword up, slamming it in a vertical slash to knock the blade away and simultaneously throwing his body forward into a roll toward the A.I. he needed to absorb. He ran toward the Turbine Beetle out of the roll and when he was close enough he slashed downward with his newly changed code-core blade.
As the blade came down into the sphere of code, as soon as it touched it, the code seemed to be drawn into the blade--the sword absorbing the code until it vanished. Acel could here the remnants of an almighty 'OH YEAHHHHHH' as the code disappeared into the sword, and then the weapon began to change. The sheath took on the stone-like texture of the Turbine Beetle's skin, and the blade of the sword became the same orange as the sound disc in the center mass of the A.I.. The sword itself was etched with similar segmented lines as the disc on the Turbine Beetle as well, gibing it a fan-like appearance in a way, as the segments stretched the width of the blade. It became quite the interesting blade, to be sure. He felt the change in weight--though it was slight--and he swung it a couple of times as he turned back toward the Jailer. "You work wonders with that blade of yours, Jailer. And, honestly, I would have loved to have you serve beside me. But, necessity calls, and beggars can't be choosers. Let's continue this little duel of ours shall we? But...before we do...I have to make a little bit of a roster change." Acel stated with a smirk as he snapped his neck. 'Oh, s**t, man, it's been a long time since I got to stretch my legs out. Let's get this s**t going!' Midas chimed in--excited to be coming out and getting to fight with his own body once again. Acel took a deep breath, concentrating, and then light began to collect around his chest--a bright golden beacon from within his heart. The aperture opening in his chest snapped open, and inside, the heart was emitting a blinding golden light before the code began to unravel from the light and trail out infront of him before it pooled together and the shape of Midas was built from the strands of code. The Obelion appeared, pawing the ground uneasily as he tried to figure out exactly how to deal with the situation at hand. He was in the real world again--he was able to fight again. It had been a long time. Damn this would be fun.
Midas didn't need Acel to tell him where to go--it was as good as instinct at this point. Midas had the ability to analyse everything on the battlefield instantly--he knew which of these combatants was the most fragile--in this case, it was the girl...erm...black-coated, thing? How was she doing that? Her body wasn't a code core--there was no reason she would be able to do something like she just did...it made no sense. There were no records of a human being ever having been able to accomplish something like that without the use of code cores either...odd. However, the lumbering piece of junk that was attacking the girl was tougher than the squishy little acid-spitting crap that was attacking Ilya...the Quazzar would be faster to defeat. That would be the enemy that it went for. As Midas figured out its target, Acel prepared himself too as he suddenly blasted forward toward the Jailer. "Alright, now you have my full attention, sir. I apologize for the inconvenience of distraction. If you will allow the introduction of my third party to even the odds for the children, I will honor my word to not disengage this duel until one of us has fallen." Acel stated as he ran forward. He hopped into the air and swung both of his blades downward, twisting his body to increase the momentum of the blades as he slashed for the Jailer's shoulder. As soon as he had landed from the hop slash he tucked and rolled forward, getting in behind the thing and swinging one blade this time, just using the attack blade as he slashed the newly evolved sword at the back of the Jailer's legs. Acel was surprised to feel the blade pulsate when he swung it, this time. The blade actually began to vibrate with soundwaves--tuning itself to the object it was about to hit in order to increase the damage-dealing properties of Acel's strikes. "Well, that's pretty freaking cool." He could only hope that the slash landed and tore through the things legs. As he swung the blade, the hum of the vibrations that it emitted soundly oddly like an 'awwwwwww', and the second swing sounded almost like a 'yeahhhhh'.
As soon as Acel had jumped off and started his attack on the Jailer, Midas zoomed off toward Ilya and Thre. "Let's start with the basics, guys. I'm a good guy. Let's not hit the good guy because he looks like the bad guys, yeah? Alright, wonderful, now lets kick some a**!" Midas bellowed as he blasted forward, moving at incredible speed as he calculated perfectly the battlefield around him--man it had been so long since he was able to break free and run! His form blurred into a golden streak as he raced through the street, rebounding off of the walls and then suddenly Midas shot from the wall down toward the Quazzar, hoping to catch it off guard as the blade on the side of the Obelion was used as it raced past the Quazzar to try to open a deep cut across the thing's ribs.
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OOC: Okay, guys! So, my stats did a bit of a change due to getting the beetle (gives +6 to strength because my code core is a single stat boost), and summoning Midas (now I only have 50% of the stat boosts from him).
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 175 Health: 1500/1500 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.
This girl was incredibly frustrating. She was incredibly, incredibly frustrating. There was nothing to do. It wished there were other options, truly, it did...not. Hehehe. But there was nothing else to do. Sever a little toe, or maybe a big one. Or maybe her little toes and her big ones. And then it could watch as she tried to balance on her mutilated feet. That would be a good time, no? She would move like a marionette, bouncing across the floor, trying not to put pressure on her bleedy toe-stumps. HAH! HAHAAHAHAH! Phew...that was a good one. But, in all honesty, as the manhole cover was batted away by her massive hand, the Harbinger was a little concerned. How was the girl that strong? How was her body changing like that? How was it supposed to break through the black crap that had covered her body so it could suck out her internal organs through a vacuum straw? So many questions, so little time to answer them all. The girl was cocking her fist and getting ready to swing with everything she had--she would demolish the Harbinger in one go at this rate....HAH! HEHEHEEH. There was no way that she would be able to do such a thing. The Harbinger narrowed its mechanical eyes as it threw its body into the hand instead of avoiding it. it slammed its body weight into her hand, stopping the impact dead and completely negating any damage it could have dealt. It felt the vibrations of the strike going through its almost hollow body, but it would not give in to the girl's strength. Sure she was strong--sure she was a baiter--but it was stronger, and it was going to show her the meaning of pain. It almost smiled as it thought of the many ways that it could make the girl shriek in horror and weep until she pissed her little girl panties. The Harbinger rubbed its clawed hand over the sword and it laughed, a deep throaty laugh, as it stared down the little girl.
As it recovered from the initial attack that she had thrown toward it, the Harbinger prepared itself to launch its own offensive. It couldn't, however, figure out what part of her it wanted to eat first. The cheeks were supposed to be good on these humans--tender and juicy. The buttox would be tasty as well, it was sure. Though this one...this one, because of her insolent little body changing crap, would be a different story. This one was going to be eaten slowly from the fingers down to the shoulders, and the toes to the hips. She would regret delaying the Harbinger's games. Instead of playing hopscotch on her corpse, or duck duck goose until it had beaten her head to bits...it was going to skip the games with this one. She wasn't fun anymore. It was just going to kill her...slowly. It would enjoy that too. Besides...that black coating...it probably added a nice crunch. the Harbinger lurched forward, cocking back the blade it carried and spinning itself to send the sword in a vicious horizontal arc toward Thre's abdomen. Immediately afterward it snapped forward once again, though this time, its teeth clamped down toward the girl's arm, hoping to sink its teeth into it and tear some flesh off, or at least get through the armor enough to taste blood...and see if it was red...that body paint wasn't going to make itself.
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Harbinger
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.
The enemies were fighting back, the blonde one killed the beetle, It all just happened oh so fast, they were deleted by the hidden needle, For this man was stronger, much, than the Quazzar, it should curl up into fetal, Just weep away its remaining time...but just sitting and crying was...nauuuuuughty.
It had to tear away its eyes, from this grizzly sight before it, The turbine was caught inside the sword, and it changed bit by bit, Quite the strange and interesting thing, to see an ally's code be split, So that was what was going to happen if the Quazzar was...nauuuuuughty.
Well, if this was what was destined, then that was how it would be, The Quazzar would not fear and cower, it would stare death in the face and see, Just how it would meet its end, it would choose to do so quite...violently, It was time to fight with all it had and make sure these people know it was...nauuuuuughty.
The white-haired child moved off to the side, avoiding its attack completely, Frustration rose in its throat, but it swallowed it down discretely, It other things to worry about right now, like the brat's toy aimed astutely, But it quickly hopped up into the air, dodging the attack quite...nauuuuuughtily.
However, when the Quazzar landed from the hop, it caught a glimpse of speeding gold, The enemy was new--hidden--a surprise, they were not facing three like they were told, The odds were now reversed against them, but the Quazzar's sanity would hold, It tucked to the side and rolled away from the assailant who was...nauuuuuughty.
He quivered with anticipation, seeing the others busy with their enemies, It just wanted to peel away their skin with its acid, to hear their sorry pleas, And soon, it was sure, it would be able to live these fantasies. It would have its chance to truly be...nauuuuuughty.
The Jailer was keeping the blonde man busy, it could take its time with these kids, It would pull their hair and cut their eyes, and tear into their supple lids, It only wished it had a camera so that it could record some awesome vids, Some vids of it biting, chewing, spicing, tasting...being nauuuuuughty.
There was no more time for the Quazzar to waste, it had to fight back quick, It bounced through the streets to avoid the kids, and it turned and made a pick, It launched itself after using its evasive maneuvers, its tongue giving its lips a lick, And then, as it flew towards the boy, it unleashed another gob of acid at his body mass and shuddered. Oh...I'm nauuuuuughty.
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Quazzar
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 74 Health: 838/838
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.
This is rather disrespectful. Thought the Jailer as it danced backwards a few steps, maintaining his balance despite the deflection of his blow. He would frown, but such a thing would be ungentlemanly, and thus a disgrace to his name. Instead, he expressed a great deal of displeasure via his gaze and posture, one hand coming up to shift his monocle as if to add more distaste to his stance.
Once more this man was ignoring the real fight, rushing off to pay more attention to something else. A dead thing no less! That imbecile had lost enough of its mind to assume itself strong enough to take on the strongest head on, and paid the full price for its ignorance. Why then was this man offering it further attention? Despite how uncouth it might be, this fact managed to ruffle the Jailer's jammies.
Still though, like a proper sir, he kept his face devoid of these emotions, maintaining his outraged posture and furthered the intensity of his stare.
That is until the plebeian had the absolute gall to suggest that under other circumstances he would serve under the Baiter. How dare he! The Jailer was a proper gentleman! He bowed to now man, and all were beneath him! None could even begin to imagine themselves higher than he! Much less some dirt dwelling peasant!
He shifted into a much more offensive stance. Where before he had been attacking with fluid motion, designed to allow himself a decent balance of offence and defense, he now was like a tightly wound spring, ready to lash out and destroy. At the next words of the baiter before him, the Jailer felt his whole body go rigid.
"You attempt to dishonor me with your inattention to our duel." He responded, before snapping into action in response to the other male's attack, his sturdy cane coming up with enough force to knock aside both blades, turning them more than away from their intended target. "You attempt to disgrace me by assuming I would serve you like some lowly pauper." He quickly swiped his can to behind his legs, stopping that attack cold before pushing the blade away with a fierce ease. "And now you presume yourself in a position to request something of me?"
As he finished speaking, his face was fixed in stone, but his eyes were clearly ablaze with his outrage. It was clear that the Jailer wanted to be indemnified, his eyes shifting from one child to the other. However, he ultimately decided that leaving himself open to this man here, no matter how irritating and boorish, was not the best of plans, and flashed forward like a lightning bolt, bringing his cane up so it was in the center of its chest, pointed directly outwards. Once he was within the correct range, he planted his foot and allowed the momentum to carry him forward just enough, before thrusting the blunt end of his cane towards the center of the cretin’s chest.
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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.
Threigze Fionsi Bez truda, ne vitashish i ribku iz pruda.
Turn 3 100 - (56 - 66 =) 1 = 99% Defense chance.
Thre was in an interesting position. She could not survey the battlefield like seemingly everyone else could. Her opponent closed in fast, and then stayed there. So, while it might have impressed her, she completely missed Acel manhandling the core, and all that subsequently followed that instance. Just as well, she also could not look out to see what was going on with her best friend, and as such could only hope he was okay.
Right now? There was only her, and this ridiculously monstrous looking beast, which seemed to be salivating at the thought of biting into her like a giant chocolate covered candy. Her whole world was that creature, and how close it was. Every ounce of attention she could afford to pay, and then some was spent on this walking metal death trap. This meant that she wasn't even aware there was a new player in the fight, fighting on their side, all she could think about was this fight, this moment in time, this single instance of life or death. Nothing more.
Her eyes widened in disbelief as her enormous fist planted itself in the chest of the steampunk machine monster, only to find that it had taken the hit full brunt of the attack, and not only halted its full force, but didn't even so much as flinch. As anticipated earlier, her attack left her completely defenseless, which left her completely open to the attack swinging at her midsection. Once more she found disbelief flood her system as the attack bounced harmlessly off her exoskeleton styled armor. She felt a warm feeling from the bond she shared with Summer, and sent her the equivalent of a mental nod in response. Summer had done something to turn aside that attack, likely shifted the armor around herself to make sure it was strong enough to do what it did. She would have to remember to properly thank her later.
It was then she felt something clamp down on her arm, turning her attention to see what it was, her eyes narrowed as she saw that the fire filled monster tried to take a bite right out of her. "You vile, disgusting, filthy creature." She ground out through her clenching teeth, not out of pain but anger. The arm it wasn't biting on pulled up, turning into a giant fist as it was lifted, and with the barest grunts of effort sent the attack flying towards the b*****d's face.
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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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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.
This being Ilya’s first battle, and first day at that, there was a lot happening that he would never even been able to expect out of a fight. For one, the AI that he was fighting specifically could spit acid. ACID. At his face! While he didn’t appreciate that much, he had to keep going. And another thing, though, Acel summoned his AI! Ilya, though perhaps more out of not thinking about it, had no idea that one could do that! His eyes widened rather to huge plates, thinking about how cool it would be if Gavriil were on the battlefield with them too. ’Don’t. For now, I am better suited in here. I will let you know when the time is right.’ It was sad information, but Ilya did understand. There was a lot that Ilya wasn’t ready for, and he had no proper training for pretty much anything yet. Still, the dog AI was awesome and had come running in to help him out. It was awesome! ’Obelon. Dog AI, usually not so friendly. His name was Midas, as I recall.’ Ilya nodded, watching Midas swing in and attack the Quazzar, effectively helping him out. Though, sadly the attack was a miss, it was the idea that he wasn’t alone in fighting this thing that made him rather happy.
Ilya jumped up and down in his spot for a moment while he watched, simply excited to not have to face it alone. ”It’s good to see you Midas! Thank you, thank you!“ the boy said, his fear finally able to dissipate. Maybe now he was going to be okay? Maybe now they would be able to survive this fight. With this idea, now set in his mind, Ilya could continue with the fight, a fire lit inside him. His eyes turned to the Quazzar to see about avoiding its attacks. It seemed that the creature was running away, at first, but then it began running back towards Ilya at a fairly high speed. It was still absolutely gross, what it did. Hacking a loogie of pure, disgusting acid that could easily melt Ilya’s face off, sent directly at the small childs torso. Now, Ilya didn’t want to be slapped with acid to his chest, so he moved as quickly as possible. Ducking to the side, Ilya tried to think about the battle in a way that would get him ahead.
It wasn’t that Ilya wasn’t smart, it was that Ilya didn’t have the experience to back the thoughts up. Ilya had never been able to analyze a fight before. He had never been in one, and he had never seen one. And that worried Ilya. He came up with nothing, and didn’t logically know how to fight. Couldn’t use his head in the heat of the moment, which inevitably was going to be an issue. Still, he had room to learn. ’Try not to worry about that right now. I’m still here, and this is experience. It needs to happen.’ Again, Ilya nodded, trying to wrap his head around the idea. ’Flank it from the right, and try to get it in the side.’
So, of course, Ilya did this the best he could to do as Gavriil said. He swung his yoyo around, purposefully directing the momentum towards the side of the Quazzar. Ilya could only hope that it would get even close to the proper placement and strength he needed to be able to do any damage…
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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 had managed to upset this Jailer quite fiercely it would seem. The man-like A.I. core was managing to raise one hell of a hullabaloo about the things that Acel had done and had spoken of, but there was naught to do about that by now. As he spoke, he worked on deflecting the attacks from Acel's blades, easily using the cane he wielded to toss aside the attacks. "I mean you no dishonour, at all. I take additional attention outside of our battle so that I have confidence in my full attention to our duel. I take these actions in order to be fully committed to our engagement." Acel stated, seeing the Jailer slowly growing more and more tense before it blasted forward towards Acel, shooting in at him with purpose and lunging, the end of his cane aimed to slam into his chest. Acel was taken aback by the sudden blast of speed, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't defend in time. He knew the Jailer had been getting ready to attack, but he did not realize just how quickly the b*****d could move his body. The cane hit its mark in the center of Acel's chest, slamming into his sternum with such force that there was an audible crack and Acel stumbled backwards multiple paces, grinding his teeth together, but not actually crying out in pain, as he knew he needed to be strong right now. He might take a hit, but he would not let these children see that he was hurt. He would not give the satisfaction to the gentleman before him. "I would not call you something as lowly as a pauper. And nor do I consider those who serve with me as servants. They are what gives me strength. I am more of a servant at the end of the day, than they are." He stated with a light chuckle. "Though, I have to admit, your strength is formidable...and perhaps even too much for me to handle. Though, I suppose, only time will tell." He nodded curtly to the Jailer, allowing himself to check up on the others, before he realized his err. He no longer had his ability to scan the battlefield. He was blind for the first time since he had exited his H.A.L.F exam. He had no idea where the kids were, where their other enemies were--and it scared the s**t out of him. He had relied very strongly on Midas' abilities so far, and when he separated himself from them, he felt more vulnerable then he had in quite some time.
He knew he could not look. He could not check on the kids as he was now--because if he dared offend this Jailer, he could risk the A.I. taking out its fury on the children. If it turned against them...they would be killed instantly for sure. This was one hell of an issue. He took a deep breath as he tried to steady his hands, though his heart began to race as he stood there. He had to end this as soon as he possibly could--but the Jailer was too strong...he was far too strong for Acel to just simply win against. He looked down at his chest, pulling his t-shirt forward enough to see the damage to his chest. The bruising was immediate and it was already getting dark, internal bleeding perhaps. When he moved his arms, his chest screamed in pain, and he was about to curse himself for summoning Midas when he remembered for the first time that..."Macho Maaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnn!" Oh god. This was going to be a difficult match-up. "Alright, we need to focus on the jailer and the jailer alone. This guy will crush us if we don't. All we can do is--""Jump into the madness, ohhhh yeaahhhhh! Strap on your water wings and lets belly flop into the manliest battle of our livesssss! FREEDOM!" Regret sank in quickly as he heard the words echoing in his mind. Sure...he had gained another ally...but at the end of the day, he was going to have to listen to his internal dialogue...gods...Midas was going to love his new roommate. Midas, at this point in time, as Acel prepared his offensive was being avoided by the Quazzar and he cursed the creepy little acid spitting douche. As he sped by the Quazzar, Ilya was also being avoided, though the child managed to throw another attack quickly after Midas and he had missed. As Ilya threw the yoyo toward the side of the Quazzar. It was strange, not being bombarded by Acel's thoughts constantly. As he was outside of the man's body for now, he was strangely...empty. He felt like he was missing so much, and he hated it. Though, there were more important things right now. Thre was managing to avoid the attacks of the Harbinger, her exoskeleton seeming to hold up against the b*****d's strikes. Good. "Keep up the good work guys. You're doing a damn fine job. These shmucks will be done with in no time." Midas stated with a whoop as he turned back towards the Quazzar. Ilya had launched an offensive at the left side of the Quazzar, so Midas blasted forward at the creepy little s**t, aiming to kill. He jumped, planting his feet on the wall of a building before he kicked off of it, shooting over to a nearby lamp post before he suddenly rocketed toward the Quazzar, zooming toward it. As Midas approached, he made it look like he was going to aim the same way, blasting past and cutting the creature with the side-blade, but instead, as he was going past Midas' tail shot out and aimed to skewer the b*****d through the head.
Acel took a deep breath as he prepared his own offense. He had to make sure he shut this Jailer down, and if he didn't, he had to make sure that he didn't get shut down at the very least. He needed to buy these kids as much time as he possibly could. He launched forward, dashing at the enemy full force, knowing he had to land his strikes and praying that he had the strength to do it. As he dashed forward toward the Jailer, he tried to guess at where the thing would defend from, and he cocked to the side at the last moment, making it look like a full frontal assault before he slid to the side and slammed his blade forward in an attempt to stab it through the Jailer's torso as he passed, and then immediately Acel's body spun. He spun around the back of the Jailer, and if he had succeeded in his first attack, he would rip the blade out of the Jailer immediately as he spun, and then with a reverse grip he attempted to slam the second blade, as he spun around the enemy, into the far side of its back, in the area the human kidney would be. He could only hope he was fast enough to surprise the enemy...he didn't have Midas' benefits anymore...so this was just him...and that was scary as hell. He didn't know combat...he knew very little about anything...but he had learned as much as he could, and he could only hope to properly implement it here and now. This Jailer...he was what would make or break this battle.
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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.
The Harbinger felt its blade land against the midsection of the little girl, sure that it had managed to land a savage blow against her--however, things were not so simple...things were not so easy...things were really starting to piss this guy off, and when he got pissed he certainly liked to s**t IN THE CORPSES OF ITS ENEMIES. Phew....glad that was off of its chest. This little girl's outer body armour that she was using somehow...it was strong enough to fully deflect the random slashes that the Harbinger was using...this meant only one thing. It had to use better methods to skewer the little c**t and get what it wanted from her. Satisfaction. Sweet, bloody, tissue-y, organ-y satisfaction. It was even worse when it lunged forward to get a taste of her body, and its teeth clamped down hard on the armour, unable to actually penetrate the thick carapace that she had coated herself in. As it bit down hard, the little girl looked down on it with fury in her eyes, calling out that it was a filthy, disgusting, creature. Well, it would rather be filthy and disgusting than be some ******** freak-show black armour covered little teenage girl that didn't even have the god damn compassion to shed a little blood now and then for someone in need. Who didn't even have the fairness to lay her supple little form bare for him, so that when he landed a strike, he got the rewards he god damn well deserved. She lifted her arm, her hand growing in size as she cocked her fist and readied a vicious punch. No thanks. Immediately the Harbinger released its jaws and pulled back, letting the fist soar through the air. The kid was able to put up too much of a fight. It was ludicrous. She would serve better just doing as she was told, and dying. It would make it so easy for her! Why wouldn't she want that? No choices, no problems, just reality. The reality of being pulled apart slowly, until there was no reality left. It was so...easy. So simple.
As the missed attack threw Thre slightly off balance the Harbinger lept into action. It pulled back its sword arm and thrust it forward with all of its strength. It wanted to, instead of slashing her, see if it could find any weak points in the armour. The little hoppy quazzar thing had managed to avoid the attacks that had been thrown its way, so far, it seemed. The Jailer and Acel were out of its line of sight, but it was sure that its boss was doing just fine. The A.I. was a powerful one. Hell, it was almost as strong as one of the weak Kilo cores. Which, was a hell of an accomplishment for a Bit core. As soon as the thrust attack was completed, the Harbinger pulled back and rushed forward, dropping its shoulder so that it could try to ram its full body weight into the girl and send her sprawling from the charge. This, however, was only meant as a distraction. It wanted to throw her off balance yet again, and if she dodged, or if she blocked the attack in some other way, the crossbow on its shoulder would be following her movements and release an arrow carefully aiming for the neck, hoping that it was a weaker point in the armour.
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Harbinger
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.
This fight might just turn around, the Jailer smashed the baiter, A brutal strike in the center chest, oof he'd feel it later, And if the Jailer could strike his foe, the Quazzar would be greater, Because if someone was doing better than him...well, that was just...nauuuuuughty.
He watched as the acid flew, as it sped towards its foe, It could only hope it landed, it had a bad feeling about it though, For this child wasn't a normal child, he was lightning, head to toe, And the fact that he was being faster than the Quazzar was...nauuuuuughty.
As the acid crushed through the air, Ilya dodged it quickly, It wished that it could land a hit, and make this boy so sickly, The acid would burn and rot the flesh, make it swell so thickly, Sure, it would suck to be hit, but not being hit was...nauuuuuughty.
The Quazzar would have to change its ways, and try just a little harder, It would manage to kill this boy, and stuff him in a larder, He would beg and plead to live, but the Quazzar would never barter, For going easy on this little brat...no...the Quazzar wanted to be...nauuuuuughty.
The child baiter aimed again, and hurled his little plastic toy, The Quazzar snorted as he did, and chose an evasion to employ, It quickly dodged and hopped away, it would not be hit by this boy, It would gnaw on his bones until there was nothing left, and all would know he was...nauuuuuughty.
But as the Quazzar dodged aside, and moved from the yoyo's strike, The second enemy came flying in, a speed that the A.I did not like, For it was speeding about and coming in fast, to protect the stupid tike, This son of a b***h was blocking the Quazzar from battle, and that was...nauuuuuughty.
But as Midas sped in to fight, the Quazzar found itself quite useless, It could not raise defense against, the Quazzar with tooth or mucus, And as the Obelion ran into range, the A.I. feared it--ruthless, And then the b*****d did something quite...nauuuuuughty.
The tail swung in to attack, not the blade on the enemy's side, The b*****d A.I. had tricked the Quazzar, this it could not abide, But either way, it could not dodge, and the tail struck with pride, But the fact that it gouged out the A.I.'s left eye, was rather...nauuuuuughty.
The tail raked across its face, and tore right through its flesh, Its eye was torn, its face was cut, and the blood flowed out quite fresh, And as it pooled across the Quazzar's body, its mind could not mesh, And its thoughts became blurred and frustrated in the pain...it needed to be nauuuuuughty.
It immediately charged down the street toward Ilya, it did not care for a plan, It just wanted to rend and tear, this child before it ran, Because this enemy was quite strong, and the Quazzar was not sure it can, Manage to kill it, but at the very least, it was going to be a little...nauuuuuughty.
It jumped through the air directly toward the boy, and tried its best to latch on, To grab his shirt with its front hands and kill this little pawn, He was sick and tired of these little kids, and he wanted them to be gone, So it lunged forward and attempted to take a bite out of Ilya's neck...it would taste so nauuuuuughty.
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Quazzar
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 74 Health: 409/838
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.
