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BlankCaption rolled 2 100-sided dice:
28, 44
Total: 72 (2-200)
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 Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2015 4:04 pm
 Turn 4
Framework Cat's Attack: 80 - 50 = 30 (100 - 30 = 70% Chance) (+8% From T.A. = 78% Chance)
Clasper's Attack: 60 - 50 = 10 (100 - 10 = 90% Chance) (+8% From T.A. = 98% Chance) Even with his injured leg, Acel was doing everything he possibly could to effectively combat his opponents. He wanted their blood--he wanted them to die more than he had ever wanted anything. Even more than he wanted them to die, though, he supposed, it was that he wanted to live. The destruction of these A.I. Cores was not his ultimate goal at this point--seeing the world around him with clarity, and surviving was his real goal. He did not feel the same pure hatred for the A.I. race that Dal'Mori did--and the way that he viewed them was something that Acel could both understand and also dislike. He was not a mass murderer or genocide endorser. No. He knew that for humanity to survive, they had to destroy the A.I. Cores that threatened the human race--but did Acel believe that every single A.I. Core was evil, and that every single one of them was hellbent on the destruction of all of humanity--no. "You're not wrong." Acel was almost shocked by the sudden intrusion into his thoughts. His first attack was already being executed, and he thrust the blade with everything he had, but the Framework Cat's body smashed against him and sent him sprawling to the side before he could actually hit the beast. "What do you mean? There are things...like you...who don't just thrive off of killing?" The second attack was launched, but as he swung the sword, the Framework Cat jumped backwards, and Acel's sword cut through the air and nothing more. He ground his teeth together, trying to focus, and trying with everything in him to land a strike against these enemies, but it looked like he might end up dying afterall. "To be honest, I figured you were all a bunch of idiots who were too thick headed to really believe anything anyone said, unless they were human. What would you do if I told you that--" Midas' voice faded off into obscurity, and Acel was certain. They were stopping him from hearing what his A.I. had to say--they were drowing him how--how, he didn't know, but he knew it was happening. "Whatever it is that you have to tell me, Midas...it is going to have to wait. They have you completely drowned out. Maybe...maybe if I can get further away from B.A.I.T.R controlled areas, they won't have enough influence to block you out...but it is going to be a long time until we get that far." Midas gave his approval, though he was also frustrated with the fact that they could not seem to communicate whatever it was that they wished.
It was then that the Framework Cat lunged back in toward Acel. He was surprised by the sudden attack--preoccupied with his own thoughts. But as the beast went for his other leg, Acel used his good leg to shoot himself backwards and he simultaneously brought his blade down hilt first in a savage blow to the top of the beast's nose, effectively snapping the wooden mouth shut as Acel dodged backwards. It was then that there was a loud hissing of air, and Acel's hairs pricked up on the back of his neck as Midas' sensors went crazy. There was something approaching quickly from behind him, and his sword came up like lightning as he sidestepped and slammed both of the blades down into the side of the hand to knock it into the ground with ease. Acel stood, breathing heavily. He was still in this fight for now. They hadn't taken him out yet. He cracked his neck, pushing his jaw from side to side to tilt the neck further until it snapped. And then as soon as he had shaken his arms out, he turned back to where the Framework Cat was poised and he narrowed his eyes. This was it. Right here and now. He was going to land a strike on this b*****d feline once and for all, and he was going to win this. He had to believe in his victory all through the battle, or he was sure to lose. He darted forward--pushing off of his uninjured leg, and swinging the swords viciously down towards the gears in the Cat's hip. He dodged backwards and then instantly kicked back forwards again, moving across the Framework Cat's front and hitting the stairs to his side, quickly ascending a couple of the stairs and instantly kicking off of them once more as the Framework Cat seemed to follow forward towards him. He soared into the air and attacked from above--slicing down at the Framework Cat's back, aiming to destroy a couple of the small cogs and gears that allowed movement of the creatures body.Quote: B.A.I.T.R Standing: 84 Health: 590/840 Control Limit: 668 Skill: 57 [57] Strength: 60 [61] Defence: 50 [50] Quote: Tactical Advantages Battleground Proficiency - Level 4 - You gain +8% to all defence chances, and your opponents receive -8% to their defensive chances against you.
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BlankCaption rolled 2 100-sided dice:
11, 47
Total: 58 (2-200)
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2015 5:23 pm
 Turn 4Acel's Attacks x2: 61 - 56 = 5 (100 - 5 = 95% Defence Chance) (-8% From T.A. = 87% Defence Chance) (+5% from T.A. = 92% Chance) Quote: Framework CatB.A.I.T.R Standing: 93 Health: 540/540 Skill: 50 Strength: 80 Defense: 56 Tactical Advantage: Unburdened: You are not fond of wearing heavy armors, but instead you make up for defense with speed. Your quick-footedness grants you 5% to your defensive chances. However, when hit, you will take 5% increased damage.
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2015 6:02 pm
 Turn 5Acel's Attack x0: 61 - 56 = 5 (100 - 5 = 95% Defence Chance) (-8% From T.A. = 87% Defence Chance) Quote: ClasperB.A.I.T.R Standing: 78 Health: 960/960 Skill: 40 Strength: 60 Defense: 56 Tactical Advantage: Pull Strike: Once every 5 turns, you may use a Pull Strike instead of a regular attack. All calculations are the same as a regular attack, but if you succeed in landing the strike, you will deal only 50% damage and receive 50% damage to yourself. The opponent will be stunned for a turn, unable to take any offensive actions. The next attack against this opponent will deal an additional 10% damage.
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BlankCaption rolled 2 100-sided dice:
1, 72
Total: 73 (2-200)
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2015 6:04 pm
Turn 5
Framework Cat's Attack: 80 - 50 = 30 (100 - 30 = 70% Chance) (+8% From T.A. = 78% Chance) (-15% From Stamina = 63% Chance)
Clasper's Attack: 60 - 50 = 10 (100 - 10 = 90% Chance) (+8% From T.A. = 98% Chance) (-15% From Stamina = 83% Chance) Acel was surprised by just how nimble this wooden cat was. The thing was able to detect his jumping maneuver and then launch itself into the air seamlessly. As the beast jumped in towards him, the farmer had to think fast--they were precious moment, and Acel grabbed hold of them in an instant, as if his reflexes took complete control of his body. As the Framework Cat jumped in at his neck, Acel changed the motion of his attack, spinning his body forward in a full rotation to bring his heel down on the top of the Framework Cat's head, stopping the jump and launching the Framework Cat back into the ground below--completely stopping the core's attempt at attacking him. As he landed on the ground, he could tell that his opponents were beginning to become frustrated. Acel knew that this was a good thing, but he still did not know how long he could hold out. As the Clasper charged in towards him, obviously enraged, Acel took a deep breath, spinning to meet the thing head on, as it went for his back, sweeping low and then popping up with both swords to slam the things elbows upwards and end the momentum of the strike. Acel's grey eyes seemed to light up as he let his entire being flow into instinct alone--as if suddenly, letting his mind go allowed him to access an overwhelming amount of information. "Kid...I don't even care if we lose this one. You're going places. And Me? I'm going to take you there." Midas growled. Acel smirked as he suddenly blasted forward towards where the Framework Cat had landed. When he struck out this time, Acel feinted left, and then seemed to flash to the right, his face becoming completely emotionless as he charged. His mind becoming a blank slate--filled only by the necessary wealth of combat information his instincts were feeding into his system.
Fight they told him.
Fight until you can no longer fight.
And fight he would. His body twisted, his arms stretching outward and bulging as he threw his entire muscular system into twisting his body, hopping into the air and swinging his outstretched arms like a diagonal windmill, the blades coming down like lightning towards the Framework Cat's front right arm. As soon as he had landed on the ground, Acel dove forward, rolling to the opposite side of the Cat and switched his grips on his swords so that he was holding them backwards, pulling his arms back and swinging them like hooks with all his strength towards the second front arm, using that hold on the swords to allow more cleaving power as he swung. He could only hope to dismember the beast enough to slow it down.Quote: B.A.I.T.R Standing: 84 Health: 590/840 Control Limit: 668 Skill: 57 [57] Strength: 60 [61] Defence: 50 [50] Quote: Tactical Advantages Battleground Proficiency - Level 4 - You gain +8% to all defence chances, and your opponents receive -8% to their defensive chances against you.
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BlankCaption rolled 2 100-sided dice:
87, 15
Total: 102 (2-200)
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2015 12:50 am
Turn 5Acel's Attacks x2: 61 - 56 = 5 (100 - 5 = 95% Defence Chance) (-8% From T.A. = 87% Defence Chance) (+5% from T.A. = 92% Chance) (-15% From Stamina = 77% Chance) Failed! 305 (+5% From T.A = 320) - 168 = 152 Damage As the Framework Cat slammed in towards Acel, leaping into the air for his prey, the feline core was shocked as the man suddenly used his momentum to quickly spin his body and deliver a crushing kick to the top of the Framework Cat's head. The Cat was slammed back into the ground, and then as the Clasper attempted to attack the man, he also easily stopped the A.I. Core once again. How was this man doing this? He was a new baiter! Everything about him screamed that he was a new baiter! Where was this coming from? How was he fighting back so effectively!? It didn't make any god damn sense. The man was cheating...he was cheating somehow god damnit! Did they just give him a ridiculously strong A.I. Core? Was that it? As the man suddenly looked back up at the Framework Cat, its eyes widened and it found itself actually afraid. Suddenly Acel was launching himself forward with complete disregard for the wound in his leg, and he jumped up, spinning towards the Framework Cat like a windmill. The Cat shrank back, jumping back from the blow and shrinking away from the man as he suddenly dove forward, and before it could do anything, the two swords slammed into the gears on its front leg, and beast felt them shatter against the blow. Now the beast truly felt fear of this man. He was not some easy prey, as he had first seamed. They needed to kill him quickly, or there was no telling what could happen. The Framework Cat dove forward, its front leg hanging at the side, motionless, but still managing to keep its balance as it charged toward Acel, jumping at the man and aiming to bite into his shoulder and puncture some arteries.Quote: Framework CatB.A.I.T.R Standing: 93 Health: 388/540 Skill: 50 Strength: 80 Defense: 56 Tactical Advantage: Unburdened: You are not fond of wearing heavy armors, but instead you make up for defense with speed. Your quick-footedness grants you 5% to your defensive chances. However, when hit, you will take 5% increased damage.
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2015 1:08 am
Turn 6Acel's Attack x0: 61 - 56 = 5 (100 - 5 = 95% Defence Chance) (-8% From T.A. = 87% Defence Chance) As the Clasper slammed its hand towards Acel's back, it was baffled as the man spun around with such incredible speed. He not only managed to spin around and face the attack, but he also ducked low and avoided it, slamming his swords into the Clasper's elbows as if the attack had been nothing. Not only that, but the way he had managed to avoid the Framework Cat's strike had been incredible. He not only saw the counter attack coming, but he was also able to counter the counter attack with one of his own. It took incredible speed to pull something like that off, and to best the Framework Cat's speed was something quite impressive. But, the truly frightening thing was the man's eyes. Something about them changed. He looked more focused--more...it was hard--perhaps confident. It just couldn't understand what went through the man's mind, but it knew something was there--something had changed. Then he moved like a lightning bolt, spinning through the air doing maneuvers that only trained professionals would be able to effectively pull off. And as soon as he landed from his first attack he flowed into the second, and even though the Framework Cat had avoided the first strike, the second came like lightning and struck on the Cat's arm, wounding the limb. The feline core tried to charge Acel down, but the Clasper wasn't sure how well that would work out for the core with its injured leg. But as the Framework Cat attacked, the Clasper leveled its arm, ready to grab the man with a pull strike as soon as the Cat had gotten its bite in, so the Clapsper could set the Cat up for a killing blow.Quote: ClasperB.A.I.T.R Standing: 78 Health: 960/960 Skill: 40 Strength: 60 Defense: 56 Tactical Advantage: Pull Strike: Once every 5 turns, you may use a Pull Strike instead of a regular attack. All calculations are the same as a regular attack, but if you succeed in landing the strike, you will deal only 50% damage and receive 50% damage to yourself. The opponent will be stunned for a turn, unable to take any offensive actions. The next attack against this opponent will deal an additional 10% damage.
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BlankCaption rolled 2 100-sided dice:
61, 53
Total: 114 (2-200)
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2015 1:09 am
Turn 6
Framework Cat's Attack: 80 - 50 = 30 (100 - 30 = 70% Chance) (+8% From T.A. = 78% Chance) (-15% From Stamina = 63% Chance)
Clasper's Attack: 60 - 50 = 10 (100 - 10 = 90% Chance) (+8% From T.A. = 98% Chance) (-15% From Stamina = 83% Chance) The battle was wearing him down--this was certain--it was a fact that he could not ignore, nor deny. He was going to get progressively more and more tired during the battle, but he could only hope that his opponents would suffer the same fate. Any slip-ups could be taken advantage of, if only he had the mind to do so. His body had been taken over already, completely giving in to his instinct and the base knowledge that flooded his mind. He could feel the information surging through him as if he had become some sort of conduit for it. His skin prickled as if it were electrified, and as everything around him happened, it was as if he noticed every little thing at once. As his blades crashed forwards in their backwards grip, the Framework Cat cried out in pain. They successfully landed their assault, crushing into the gears on the shoulder of the enemy, and effectively destroying them. That would slow the b*****d down, to be sure. However, even after Acel had managed to dismember the Framework Cat's arm, the Clasper was still a big problem. The creature was not the strongest out there, but its defence was dangerously high, and it would take quite a lot for Acel to crack through it. If it could get rid of the Framework Cat, though, he would have a better chance at actually making it through the rest of this battle. As the Framework Cat lunged back in toward him--and Acel noticed as the core ran forward, the arm he had struck was hanging limp at its side. The limb truly had been rendered useless. This was good news for the man, though it did not process as such, in his current state. Even the encouraging voice of Midas was blocked out by the instinctual takeover. As the Framework Cat jumped up to sink its teeth into Acel's shoulder, the man brought both of his swords upwards, locking one in each direction, in a cross shape and bringing them into the Framework Cat's mouth to block the head from coming any closer to his body. As the swords held firm within the beast's mouth, Acel put all of his weight into pushing back against the Cat so that it would not overpower him, managing to snap through his defence and land a blow. However, as he was focusing all of himself on defending against the bite from the Cat, the Clasper took its opportunity to strike as well, shooting the retractable hand once again and aiming for a pull strike on the man. As the attack neared him, Acel suddenly pulled both of the swords down and out of the Framework Cat's mouth, immediately tucking and rolling to the side to send the Cat stumbling forward and directly into the path of the Clasper's attack, causing the enemy's hand to slam into the Cat instead, though the Clasper did not try to pull the other core back with the attack, as it would have tried to do to Acel.
As Acel stood up from rolling out of the way, he took a deep breath--the air from his breath was hot--and he could feel his body beginning to burn up. Why was he so damn hot? It was like he had been thrown into a hot bath in the middle of a desert. He could feel the sweat begin to drip from his forehead, but even though he could feel it, the man barely reacted. He only reached up to wipe away the perspiration when it was close to dripping into his eyes. He had to end this fight now, before it got too out of hand. Even if he couldn't end the fight--as long as the Framework Cat was out of the picture...maybe he could do this. His body launched forward once again, moving like water, but forcibly like a burst dam. His injured leg was of no concern to him now--the pain was there--but it was numbed by the same intense focus that was sending his very emotions into hiding. He moved closer to the Framework Cat, his blank expression giving away none of his movements as his eyes seemed to observe everything at once. As he ran, he crossed his arms, his right sword trailing behind his left side and his left sword to his right. As he got closer to the Framework Cat he pulled the blades forward with all of his might into a cross slash, ripping the right hand back from the left side to the right side and the other weapon did the opposite. If it was successful, the cross slash would land on the side of the Framework Cat's head and it would disable the jaw joint on that side. As soon as the attack had been made, Acel moved once more, dancing around his opponent, while constantly keeping tabs on the sensors that Midas gave to him so that the Clasper wouldn't surprise him. But as he moved this time, Acel ran past the Framework Cat, baiting the core into chasing him as he ran towards the edge of the clearing, and where the buildings began. As he was about to hit the building in front of him, and the Cat was still following, Acel jumped, kicking off the wall of the building in front of him. He stepped up the wall once, then he sprung upwards and landed his foot on the wall once again, and with his second step he pushed himself off of the wall, shooting himself back over the Framework Cat and blasting forward with the twin blades, bringing the attack blade swinging in a violent cut towards the rear joints of the Framework Cat, hoping to slow it down that little bit extra. The defensive blade was held back once again, keeping ready for any movements that had to be countered.Quote: B.A.I.T.R Standing: 84 Health: 590/840 Control Limit: 668 Skill: 57 [57] Strength: 60 [61] Defence: 50 [50] Quote: Tactical Advantages Battleground Proficiency - Level 4 - You gain +8% to all defence chances, and your opponents receive -8% to their defensive chances against you.
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BlankCaption rolled 2 100-sided dice:
43, 25
Total: 68 (2-200)
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2015 7:30 am
Turn 6Acel's Attacks x2: 61 - 56 = 5 (100 - 5 = 95% Defence Chance) (-8% From T.A. = 87% Defence Chance) (+5% from T.A. = 92% Chance) (-15% From Stamina = 77% Chance) The Framework Cat might have been lamed by the man's earlier attack, but it would not let that take it out of the fight. They were both injured now, and this man was able to keep fighting through the pain--the core could easily do the same! This man was nothing--just a weak human--and he would be crushed like nothing. So what if he landed a lucky shot--the Framework Cat had underestimated him a little bit, but that meant nothing--the Cat would not betaking another hit the rest of this fight. He would tear this man's flesh from his bones and be done with it. As the Framework Cat charged forward, it had a slightly wobbly gait from its limp leg, but it managed as it pounced on the man, attempting to sink its teeth into his shoulder. But, instead of getting a mouthful of bloody flesh, the man's swords flashed upwards and jammed themselves into its mouth--the strength that was flowing into the man's body was unnatural. How was he holding up the weight of the momentum from the Cat, as well as its sheer basic weight in itself. Then, as the Clasper came into the picture, launching its hand off to strike the man, he released the hold on the Framework Cat's mouth and rolled to the side, causing the Cat to fall forward--directly into the Clasper's hand. It slammed against the side of the Cat, and it growled out in frustration as it whirled on its ally. "Watch where you're shooting that ******** thing, you fool." It growled mentally, making sure only the Clasper would hear it. "Oh piss off, I would have had the guy if you didn't miss your attack. You're being made a fool of here!" The Cat ground its wooden fangs. "WE are being made fools of. Not just me. Now, lets stop the bickering and ******** END this man."
As the Cat turned around, Acel was already pouncing upon him. The man was running with his arms crossed, and that was an extreme tell-tale sign of what kind of attack he would be going for--though WHERE he was aiming would be the difference of whether or not it could be avoided. The Framework Cat tried its best to follow the man's eyes, but they told him very little. Suddenly, however, the swords were ripped upwards, and the Cat watched as they were swung up towards its head--the man truly wanted to disable the jaws that threatened him so. It gave the Cat great pleasure to know that Acel feared the Cat's bite. It had been surprised that the man spent so much time targeting the weaker Clasper--but it seemed he had identified the real threat after the Cat had landed its first attack. As the swords came ripping upward towards the Cat's head, it pulled its body down into a crouching position so that the blades would soar above their target. Then, suddenly the man began to run, sprinting towards the exit of the clearing, and the Framework Cat was so taken aback by it that it didn't follow for a second or two before it realized that the man was trying to escape. However, as they neared the exit to the clearing, the man didn't continue down the street--instead he ran up the wall of the building and the Cat knew it had been a trap. As soon as he jumped up the wall with his first step, the Framework Cat whirled around, making sure it was facing where he would land, and then as he did land, the Cat blasted forward, planting its head in the man's gut to knock the wind out of him before he could attack. As soon as it had landed the headbutt, it hopped backwards and then to the side, jumping back in from a different angle to try to surprise the man as it attempted to sink its teeth into the man's left arm. It had already taken away some of his mobility--now it was time to try to whittle down his strength.Quote: Framework CatB.A.I.T.R Standing: 93 Health: 388/540 Skill: 50 Strength: 80 Defense: 56 Tactical Advantage: Unburdened: You are not fond of wearing heavy armors, but instead you make up for defense with speed. Your quick-footedness grants you 5% to your defensive chances. However, when hit, you will take 5% increased damage.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2015 8:25 am
Turn 7Acel's Attack x0: 61 - 56 = 5 (100 - 5 = 95% Defence Chance) (-8% From T.A. = 87% Defence Chance) The Clasper was grinning in its own mind--overcome by happiness and with the anticipation of his attack landing. Somehow the simple A.I. had decided that every attack that it ever sent out was going to land properly, and every time it was disappointed. This time would be different though. As the Framework Cat ran in to strike the man, the Clasper was sure that it was going to be able to take advantage of the man's struggle against the Cat--especially if it had managed to actually land a strike against the enemy. However, as the Framework Cat attacked Acel, the man brought up his swords and jammed them into the creatures mouth, stopping the bite from happening as it held the large cat at bay. This was its moment! this was the moment for the Clasper to SHINE! The A.I. Core levelled its arm to the man and aimed as best he could--if he didn't move it would be an easy hit. As the hand flew, however, the man suddenly jerked the blades out of the Framework Cat's mouth and then rolled to the side--causing the Framework Cat to--oh no. The Cat stumbled forward and the Clasper made sure the fingers opened all the way so that he was only going to hit the ally with an open palm. It would sting maybe, but it wouldn't deal any serious damage. However, as soon as the hand had hit the Cat, it whirled around and began mouthing off. They had their little dispute, and then as soon as they had finished, Acel was upon the Cat, trying to cut up the A.I. Core's head with some sort of flashy cross slash. Then, as the attack was avoided by the Cat, the man began running--much to both of his enemies' surprise. As the Cat began to chase him, the Clasper followed, and when the Framework Cat managed to actually stop the man after his acrobatic show, headbutting him in the stomach, the Clasper would have burst out laughing if it could.
The Framework Cat launched into action immediately after, hopping around the man and then lunging in to attack his arm. It seemed that the Cat was intent on damaging the man's limbs to slow him down and reduce his combat effectiveness. But, the Clasper knew that the body was just as important to being able to fight. The man would not be able to function if all of his ribs were smashed to pieces. The Clasper ran forward as the Cat lunged for his left arm. The Clasper came in from the right side and swung the weighted arm like a club, aiming to smash it into the man's side and break as many ribs as he possibly could. It was time to drop this guy.Quote: ClasperB.A.I.T.R Standing: 78 Health: 960/960 Skill: 40 Strength: 60 Defense: 56 Tactical Advantage: Pull Strike: Once every 5 turns, you may use a Pull Strike instead of a regular attack. All calculations are the same as a regular attack, but if you succeed in landing the strike, you will deal only 50% damage and receive 50% damage to yourself. The opponent will be stunned for a turn, unable to take any offensive actions. The next attack against this opponent will deal an additional 10% damage.
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BlankCaption rolled 2 100-sided dice:
95, 25
Total: 120 (2-200)
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2015 8:26 am
Turn 7
Framework Cat's Attack: 80 - 50 = 30 (100 - 30 = 70% Chance) (+8% From T.A. = 78% Chance) (-15% From Stamina = 63% Chance)
Failed! 400 - 150 = 250 Damage
Clasper's Attack: 60 - 50 = 10 (100 - 10 = 90% Chance) (+8% From T.A. = 98% Chance) (-15% From Stamina = 83% Chance) Acel could tell, as it stopped the A.I. Core's attack, that the beast was getting frustrated. It could feel the anger in its body, though the Framework Cat said nothing at all. As it released the enemy from its first attack and rolled out of the way--when the Clasper managed to accidentally hit the Framework Cat with its attack--the two of them started bickering. Acel would, under normal circumstances, have likely laughed about the silly exchange between the two of them, and made some sort of snide remark, but he said nothing of that nature--instead, he actually gave them advice. "Your unrest will be your downfall. Keep fighting among yourselves and you will end up losing the fight against your enemy." After the man had spoken, the Framework Cat's eyes widened and it looked at him with a cocked head as if confused by the man. Acel didn't know what the Cat was thinking--but he did know that the beast seemed baffled. However, this did not stop the Framework Cat from expertly dodging the strike to its head, crouching down like a cat of prey, ready to pounce on its target, however, after he had missed his first strike, he had run towards the clearing's edge. This obviously surprised the two A.I. Cores, and he was glad for it, and glad that they pursued him the way that they were. He was trying to use his strengths to his advantage--utilizing the environment to his own advantage--but they were too strong--too fast. As he landed from his areal maneuver, the Cat was already upon him, slamming its head into his gut and leaving him gasping for breath. He attempted to recover from it fast enough, but the animal was already looping around to the side, and as he tried to bring his weapons up to defend against it, the cat chomped down on his arm, ripping into Acel's bicep. He cried out in pain as the wooden fangs tore into his muscles, and before the Framework Cat could do any further damage, Acel brought his sword up and smashed the hilt against the eye of the Cat, causing it to release its hold on the man's arm. As soon as the Cat had released its hold on Acel's arm, he tucked and rolled backwards, his arm hanging at his side. He ground his teeth together, the pain was intense, and his entire arm was throbbing with his heartbeat. The Clasper's attack had been aimed at his ribs, but after he had tucked and rolled backwards, the attack swung through the air and missed him completely--causing the Clasper to swing around in a full circle with the carried momentum of the attack.
Acel was breathing heavily as he stood back up from the ground. His arm was hanging limp still, and he knew he couldn't properly use it. He could move it--sure--but that was not enough to actually use it for defensive maneuvers, or to attack with enough force to hurt anything but himself. He resigned to the fact that he was at a great disadvantage in this battle--however--not even this disadvantage shook his instinctual resolve. Fight until you could not fight any longer--that was what his body screamed at him to do. His mangled arm lifted to place the sword it held back into the sheath and his good arm held firm to the weapon that it had. Single sword style--it was the one that Dal'Mori had told him to use before. This time he folded his mangled arm behind his back and held the blade in front of him, it was parallel to his body, straight up and down--a fencer's stance. He had never seen fencing, nor did he know what it was--but his body did. His body took control of everything, and the man did not hazard to speak again. Every cell in his body was focused--not even the screams coming from Midas could be heard as the beast told him to pull back--screamed at him to stop what he was doing. Acel's body began to heat up as he stood there--not as heated as it had been for those few moments in the training room--but it was getting there. The Framework Cat's maw was coated in his blood now, and Acel looked like a mess. The white trench coat was red all down the left sleeve, and his pants were shredded at the back of his leg, where the beast had bitten into his calf. His stance was not steady--but anyone who looked at him and the state he was in would have sworn he was a swordsman by nature. But these swords seemed too small--infinitely too small. Especially now that he was looking at the blade as only the one small sword he carried. He seemed to puzzle at it for a moment--even though his bright, dead, eyes were dancing around and paying attention to everything, he was furrowing his brow as he looked at the sword--why did it feel so strangely familiar and unfamiliar at the same time? his attention snapped back to the Framework Cat as the feline shifted--preparing for Acel's movements. The man blasted forward, using his strong leg to propel him much more than his weak, but seeming to glide across the battlefield and leaned back, thrusting his full body forward, though as he outstretched his arm, he was attempting to strike out at the enemy, his body suddenly lurched to the side, swinging over to the side of the creature that it had already wounded, but this time, as his feint moved him to the rear of the beast, Acel thrust the sword in a fencing strike as hard as he could toward the gears in the rear of the Framework Cat's hips. His sword arm pulled back and then as he swung his body around his arm lashed out like lightning, slamming the tip in a straight stab once more, this time towards one of the Cat's eyes. his movements were evolving and changing as he went--and his body continued to heat up, and the world seemed to drown itself more and more. His mind beginning to shake against the pressure and stress of too much use. The overwhelming amount of information surging through him began to truly take a toll on his mind.Quote: B.A.I.T.R Standing: 84 Health: 340/840 Control Limit: 668 Skill: 57 [57] Strength: 60 [61] Defence: 50 [50] Quote: Tactical Advantages Battleground Proficiency - Level 4 - You gain +8% to all defence chances, and your opponents receive -8% to their defensive chances against you.
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BlankCaption rolled 2 100-sided dice:
60, 40
Total: 100 (2-200)
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2015 9:59 am
Turn 7Acel's Attacks x2: 61 - 56 = 5 (100 - 5 = 95% Defence Chance) (-8% From T.A. = 87% Defence Chance) (+5% from T.A. = 92% Chance) (-15% From Stamina = 77% Chance) The Framework Cat could tell that there was something going on with this man. It wasn't exactly a hidden secret when you looked at him in the face. His body and mind had both been fading out of his own control for the last few moments. He was different ever since his eyes had changed like that. Since they seemed to stare off into empty space, but simultaneously look at everything at the same time and properly process the information before it. When the Framework Cat had been able to land its attack, biting down into the man's arm, it did not want to let go. It chomped down as hard as it could, tasting the blood and feeling the muscles part beneath its fangs. It continued to add pressure to the bite, but the man's arm came down hard, bringing the hilt of his sword down on the Framework Cat's eye. The beast roared out in annoyance, releasing the grip it had on the man before he rolled out of the way, evading the weighted strike from the Clasper. The Framework Cat wondered if the useless robotic core would ever land a strike on their enemy. At the very least, this human was as good as the Clasper--the Framework Cat was the only one with the true edge in this combat scenario. As the man stood back up from avoiding the Clasper's attack, he sheathed one of his swords--obviously intending not to use the mangled arm, now that the Cat had managed to decommission it. The core was giddy about having managed to savage the man's body like this--he had taken one of its arms, sure, but it had gotten an arm and a leg. Who was winning this battle now!?
The man took on a different stance, folding the useless arm behind his back and making his body angled so that the area to strike him was lesser. This style of combat was called fencing. It was easy to find in the vast databases of the human internet. It was a style based on lunges and thrusts, flourishing with quick evades and parries. The man lunged forward, just as the Framework Cat had expected him to, and it seemed he would strike at his front, but suddenly he was flashing to the side, and it brought him to the rear hip joints of the Cat, preparing to remove the Cat's mobility with the powerful stabbing motion to the gears of its hips. But the Cat would not allow something like this. It quickly spun its body as the man was stabbing forward, whipping its hips to the side and swinging its shoulders around so that it was facing the man, and that his strike would thrust into the air and miss completely. The Framework Cat was about to launch its own assault, but the man ripped around and lunged once more, stabbing the blade once again towards the Framework Cat's face, but this time it was not the jaw that the man was aiming for--it was aiming for the Cat's eye. "Dirty little b*****d." It thought to itself. And as the attack came flying in, the Framework Cat moved its head to the side and leaned into the motion so the blade would hover directly above its shoulder, though it would not hit anything. As soon as the attack had been completed, the Cat took its opportunity to counter attack, and it immediately followed the lean to the side with a dash forward, blasting toward the man and chomping down toward the man's ribcage. It would try its best to tear out a chunk of flesh there--it knew that it would reduce mobility greatly--the ribs were a pivotal point for human motion, and without his, he would be a fish out of water.Quote: Framework CatB.A.I.T.R Standing: 93 Health: 388/540 Skill: 50 Strength: 80 Defense: 56 Tactical Advantage: Unburdened: You are not fond of wearing heavy armors, but instead you make up for defense with speed. Your quick-footedness grants you 5% to your defensive chances. However, when hit, you will take 5% increased damage.
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2015 7:40 am
Turn 8Acel's Attack x0: 61 - 56 = 5 (100 - 5 = 95% Defence Chance) (-8% From T.A. = 87% Defence Chance) The Clasper was still just as excited as it was before, but it was turning into a maddened excitement--not exactly the healthy kind. If the Clasper had human eyes they would be twitching. Its clawed hand was shuddering slightly--it wanted to hit this man--it needed to hit him! It needed not to feel useless. It had done nothing this whole battle but work as a distraction for the Framework Cat--what was that even? Was that all it was good for, was a distraction? No! It was strong! Right!? As the Framework Cat landed another strike, it found itself resenting the b*****d for being better than it was. As the blood rushed over the Framework Cat's maw, the Clasper was almost certain that it would land its hit. The man was tied up in the jaws of the Cat, and it would make him unable to actually move out of the way! Victory! But as soon as the Clasper swung the bulky arm, the man managed to knock the Cat in the eye with the hilt of his weapon, and then roll away from them both, causing the weight to do nothing but soar through the air, pulling the Clasper around in a full circle with its momentum because it could not stop the arm in mid-swing due to its weight. "DAMNIT! DAMNIT DAMNIT DAMNIT!!!" The Clasper snapped as it recovered from the missed swing, enraged with the fact that it couldn't seem to hit this man. It just wanted one hit, damnit! One! It just wanted to feel like it had done something in this fight--like it wasn't just a disappointment. The man stood up and changed his stance completely--now utilizing only one sword, and taking a totally different position with it before lunging forward. The style of his strikes had changed--everything was different about him. What kind of person was this man? A human like him hadn't been seen in a long time; it hadn't been seen since, well, maybe they were a little different. He wondered if he and Fujiro were similar. He had heard legends about Fujiro before--though the truth wasn't known to the core at all. Even their race had wivestales. As the Framework Cat hopped back from his attacks, dodging the man's blows and then lunging in for another bite--aiming for the man's ribs this time, the Clasper let his violent nature take hold as it ran forward and swung the weighted fist once again, this time aiming to actually strike the man in the face, wanting to break that pretty little human nose and mouth of his.Quote: ClasperB.A.I.T.R Standing: 78 Health: 960/960 Skill: 40 Strength: 60 Defense: 56 Tactical Advantage: Pull Strike: Once every 5 turns, you may use a Pull Strike instead of a regular attack. All calculations are the same as a regular attack, but if you succeed in landing the strike, you will deal only 50% damage and receive 50% damage to yourself. The opponent will be stunned for a turn, unable to take any offensive actions. The next attack against this opponent will deal an additional 10% damage.
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BlankCaption rolled 2 100-sided dice:
68, 71
Total: 139 (2-200)
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2015 7:42 am
Turn 8
Framework Cat's Attack: 80 - 50 = 30 (100 - 30 = 70% Chance) (+8% From T.A. = 78% Chance) (-15% From Stamina = 63% Chance)
Failed! 400 - 150 = 250 Damage
Clasper's Attack: 60 - 50 = 10 (100 - 10 = 90% Chance) (+8% From T.A. = 98% Chance) (-15% From Stamina = 83% Chance) Each and every movement was precise. Each and every strike was thought out. However, the capabilities of the man versus the competency of his mind was not equalling out. If the man was able to move in the way that his mind was telling him to, then this fight might well have been over long before. However, he was not able to do such things. There was only so much that this information stream could do. There was only so much that his instincts could compensate for. Acel was an inexperienced fighter, and he was a new baiter. His body was not prepared for such trials. Not yet. But soon. Soon it would be. Hell, even after this fight, he would have learned about his real enemies. The lowest level of enemy, the Bit Cores, were this strong..he could not imagine the forces of the higher levelled cores. They would be monstrous. They would be impossible. Acel couldn't even comprehend such beasts. He prepared himself as he struck, urging his body to keep moving as he lunged forward. But the Framework Cat was too agile, it was able to spin around and avoid the first strike with ease, and then as the second blow went for the core's eye, the feline enemy merely moved its head and shifted its body so that the attack missed by a narrow margin, though enough to completely turn aside any effect. It was then that the Framework Cat lunged forward in a blinding instant, and Acel attempted to evade the attack, bringing his arm down to smack the head of the enemy out of the way, but it moved its head into Acel's hand, bashing the man's defence aside as if it were nothing before it clamped down on his ribs, slamming its jaws down on the man's ribcage and instantly crushing multiple ribs as it tore a chunk of flesh from the man's side. Acel ground his teeth once more, screaming out in pain as the feline tore the skin away and he stumbled backwards from the savage strike. It was almost like there was no time at all between being hit by that attack, and when the Clasper executed its own attack, swinging the weight directly at Acel's head. When Acel crouched down to avoid the attack, his entire body seized with the pain. Instead of being able to crouch down and then spring back up his body stopped moving mid-crouch and the pain of moving his ribs proved to be too much as he hit the ground, rolling away from them, as it was the only thing he could do as he flopped around on the courtyard. He eventually got to his knees, a short distance from the two cores, who seemed to be looking at him like some sort of tasty meal. But he wasn't done yet. They weren't going to beat him that easily. He still had to take out the Framework Cat! He had to!
He hadn't even realized the change in himself as he had come back to. He had been jerked back into his senses by the extreme agony of the second strike that had been landed on him. His blood was soaking his white overcoat now, and he had no way of combating these monsters. He had no way of winning. He was hopeless. He was a farmer, not a fighter for christ sakes. He couldn't. He couldn't. His mind was no longer blocked by pure instinct, and the rising temperature had faded. "Thank god. You scared me there, you son of a b***h. You have to keep yourself cool. You can't afford to lose it in the middle of a fight. And snap the hell out of it Acel. It's not over. You're still breathing. Give up when you die. Never before." Midas growled, trying to make the man come out of his fearful state. "How do you propose that we win? How do you propose that we beat this things? We can't Midas." The annoyance of the code core was very present as Acel spoke and it was almost as if his own brain was bitchslapping him. "Stop it! God damnit! Even if you die, do you remember what happened after Dal'Mori beat you? You got your a** healed up in a half an hour and you were out of there, ready to come out here and get slaughtered again. Umm...that sounded a lot worse than it was supposed to. It's not even that you're no good--you just don't have the experience as a combatant to really get through these situations--hell, you are the only baiter from the new class of them who has even come out to do a mission yet! You ought to be proud for your conviction to improve yourself. Now stop your bitching and whining and get back into this fight!" Acel bit his lip as he listened to what Midas had to say. He knew that the core was right--but he couldn't crush the fear that was flowing through his system. He planted the end of his sword's sheath into the ground and used it to push himself back to his feet--the pain was excruciating, and he knew that he would not be able to stand for long before he would be back on the ground. He had to either die or end this fight before he collapsed--the former seemedm much more likely. "You're right...thanks." He took a deep breath as he stood, his legs shaking from the damage done to his body. He thought he had been beaten badly by Dal'Mori, but no, this was truly savage. Acel ran forward, his speed seemingly gone as he moved, and his body screaming at him to give up. He kept his minimalistic stance, showing as little of his body as he could to the enemy, though his head was pounding--aching from the massive influx of information that had been flowing into his brain. The last few minutes of the fight was a blur to him. He knew he had zoned out as he fought, and from Midas telling him that the core had been worried about him, he knew it couldn't have been good, but he would have to ask the core about his blackout later. As he closed in on the Framework Cat, he cocked back his arm, still in a half fencing position, though it was sloppy--completely different than before. When he attacked, he did not attack like fencer, he swung his sword down in a sloppy downward stroke, using his brute strength to slam the blade down toward the feline's neck, attempting to strike out some of the components that would allow it to move its neck. Then, as he moved to the right, he stumbled, tripping over his own feet as he moved to the other side and threw another half-hearted slash toward the gears in the healthy front arm of the Framework Cat, hoping that by gods mercy, he was able to land these strikes.Quote: B.A.I.T.R Standing: 84 Health: 90/840 Control Limit: 668 Skill: 57 [57] Strength: 60 [61] Defence: 50 [50] Quote: Tactical Advantages Battleground Proficiency - Level 4 - You gain +8% to all defence chances, and your opponents receive -8% to their defensive chances against you.
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