Sarah snapped her fingers, catching the knives as she watched the Quazzar as it seemed to ponder a bit before making a move. Sarah took several steps back out of the alley as the Quazzar seemed to shoot them toward her feet. Before too long Sarah was finding herself doing the same only being forced to go down the street. She was confused at first, but realized that the Quazzar as forcing her down the street. Sarah soon took the hint and began to run down the street on her own, figuring this was what it wanted. Though she had to be careful, she wasn't sure if this was a trap or some way to make an elaborate attack. Sarah didn't have to wait long, seeing a glob of it's spit land in front of her this time. Making her stop in her tracks then ducked down quickly when she saw another glob actually aim right for her.
Ah that was the plan, well two could play that. Sarah jumped over the puddle before her that seemed to sizzle on the ground and continued to run down the block, allowing the Quazzar to follow her. Sarah raised her arms as she watched for the Quazzar, adjusting her speed a bit before making her throw. Shooting the knives down the alley and straight for the Quazzar's body.
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 162 Health: 1500/1500 Control Limit: 1300
Skill: 135 [146] Strength: 80 Defense: 110 [120]
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Tank - Level 1 - You gain 10 extra Defense. However, you also receive a -5% to your defensive chances.
The silly Baiter chick fell for it hook, line and sinker. She dodged all of the acid based attacks, which pushed her down the street, despite the distance between each of the alleyways. After the first one, it seemed like she just kept going on purpose, likely looking for a good chance to attack, but her two feet were just too slow compared to the Quazzars superior number of feet. Stupid humans. Evolving into two feet instead of four.
Finally, everything seemed to fit into place, and the Quazzar let loose her attack, but luck frowned on the attempted assault, causing it to miss completely. However, apparently the girl wasn't done with the running yet, and kept flying down the alleyways, and having no choice but to follow, the Quazzar did just that. After all, the hero couldn't beat the villain if they ran away right?
As she flipped around the side of the wall she saw the blades coming at her, and immediately used her momentum to kick off the nearby wall, to send her flying upwards and over them. "Waahaa! Come on! You can do better than that!" She shouted out as loud as she could, the words echoing into the area around them, conveying her excitement to the whole world.
Deciding she would give the lady Baiter some incentive to fight better, she rushed forward, her body pressed low to the ground to add speed to her movements. Once she was close enough, she shouted out "Cannonbaaalllll!" In a loud cry, continuing with the excited tone, as she snapped up from the ground with a grunt of effort, before pulling herself into a tight ball, careening towards Sarah's center mass.
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Quazzar
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 135 Health: 680
Skill: 100 Strength: 90 Defense: 80
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.
Sarah grimaced when she saw that her attacks didn't hit at all. That was needless to say was annoying. Though sadly she couldn't do much about it. She snapped her fingers, she called back the knives, deciding they weren't helping her at all at the moment. She put them back to their travel form. She might try one of the swords instead on it. She ignored the Quazzar's little taunt about her failure at hitting the thing.
Sarah watched as it went close to the ground, wondering what it was planning. She prepared herself to for a chance that it might be another spit attack, ready to dodge the wad of acidic spit it was throw at her. Though it was too late to realize that it was not going to do it's usual attack. She watched, a bit frozen in shock as the AI came toward her, calling out 'cannonball' as it threw itself at her and slammed hard into her torso, almost feeling her ribs start to bruise from the attack. She felt her breath leave her lungs forcefully. She lost her balance, making her sail with the Quazzar a bit as it continued to fly through the air, tumbling on the ground. She gasped for air once she stopped moving, bringing herself on her hands and knees as she forced air back into her lungs, very painfully.
'Okay, sword it was.' She thought bitterly as she brought herself back up on her feet, pulling one of her swords out. It formed in her hand with a press of a button. She didn't wait long, she charged after the bug with her sword raised. Once she was in range, she slashed sideways at it, almost hearing the sword sing through as it moved toward the Quazzar. She didn't wait a moment, swinging the sword in an upward diagonal angle.
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 162 Health: 1410/1500 Control Limit: 1300
Skill: 135 [146] Strength: 80 Defense: 110 [120]
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Tank - Level 1 - You gain 10 extra Defense. However, you also receive a -5% to your defensive chances.
Elation. Pure happiness. She had finally landed an attack. Her body slammed harshly in the dead center of her opponent's chest, taking away said opponent's breath and sending her back a few steps. How awesome was she right now?! She launched herself away with an excited whoop, landing a few feet away where she quickly scuttled backwards just a few more, putting a decent amount of distance between them. She wanted to make sure she was ready for the girly's attack.
"Haha! I got you good!" She called out, simply too excited about the fact that she landed a blow to really try for some kind of witty banter. She watched the Baiter raise herself back up to a standing position, and felt impatience flood her system. It never took this long for the bad guys in the stories to get back up, often times they did it immediately with laughter! Talking about how that hadn't hurt, and even saying things about how they couldn't be beaten. What a poor sport this villain was. Not engaging in any of the fun things that are supposed to happen between the two combatants.
Finally, she decided it would serve her better to just go in for another attack before the girl could fully gain her bearing again, so she took off like a cheetah, her thick feet making harsh thudding noises as she propelled herself along the ground, trying to once more come in for a cannonball. What she was not expecting however, was for the Baiter to pull out a weapon and charge right towards her. This caused the Quazzar to falter slightly, but it was enough. The attack came in from the side, whistling through the air like it was trying to sing, before it completely lopped off its curled horn.
The Quazzar let loose a shriek of pain much like that of a dying animal, and immediately pushed backwards, putting a surprising amount of distance between them, while simultaneously dodging an attack she hadn't seen coming. For a brief moment she stood there, staring at the piece of her body lying on the ground, which was sizzling from the blood slowly pouring out of it as it lost all color. Her body was shaking as her own blood slowly drained down the sides of her face, hiding the tears that leaked from her eyes. This wasn't supposed to happen. She wasn't supposed to get hurt. She was the good guy! She was supposed to appear like she was losing, and then come back with a vengeance, stronger than before. She wasn't supposed to be seeing a part of herself laying on the ground, nor was she supposed to be bleeding or crying.
She was supposed to win damn it!
She screamed in a very primal fashion, and charged forward again. The big difference between now and every time before though? She wasn't charging directly forward, she was darting from object to object, side to side, as if some new instinct was born inside of her, making her as hard of a target as was possible. As she approached her cheeks began to puff out, for she was now pulling on the ability of her race, pulling for the very poison in her blood, her greatest defense, and greatest offence. Once she was at what she felt was a respectable distance, she lobbed the now differently colored glob of acid at her opponent, aiming for center mass again. If this attack landed, it would hopefully hinder her movement enough to allow the Quazzar a better chance at victory.
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 135 Health: 470/680
Skill: 100 Strength: 90 Defense: 80
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.
Sarah did her best to ignore the taunt the bug made at her about the hit landing. It was definitely wanting to get hit it seemed. Sarah clamped down the the annoyance that tried to bubble to the surface. She had to stay calm, but she could definitely say that the bug was no longer cute in it's little antics. She watched it closely as it seemed it wanted to try and hit her again. Sarah swung quick and glad as she hit the mark when it seemed to pause a bit when it realized that she was attacking herself. “So did I.” She stated, not caring that her second attack missed completely. She got it, that's all that mattered.
Sarah winced as it screamed a horrible scream. Almost tempted to take the headphones off so she could block the sound. While it was horrible to listen to, she couldn't risk taking them off and be put at a disadvantage like she was when she fought with Dal. That thought did have her thinking that she should try fighting without her headphones, at least get some training in it some more. Her trainer didn't do it often so she was sure she needed to at least put time into it. She watched the horn like thing that she had lobed off seemed to lose all color from it as it bled. She looked at the creature, seeing the blood fall down it's head, being covered by it. Sarah watched as it seemed to snap, almost shifting in how it held itself.
Sarah took one step back as it let out a shriek of some kind. She watched it change it's tactics completely, doing her best to keep an eye on where it was jumping and running from one point to the next. She stood ready as she saw that it was coming toward her, noticing it was going to spit at her again. She grimaced at the thought, her eyes going wide when she saw that it was a complete different color that the ones before. She dodged it easily, but she watched it at it landed on the ground and sucked in a breath as she heard it sizzle as it laid there. She swallowed hard, realizing that it had to be acidic this time. That wasn't good. That was really not good. She had to kill this thing before it caused her a lot of harm. She turned to the thing, and charged forward, raising her sword. She lunged forward, sword pointed toward the Quazzar, aiming for it's body, before side stepping and swung at it once more at it's head.
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 162 Health: 1410/1500 Control Limit: 1300
Skill: 135 [146] Strength: 80 Defense: 110 [120]
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As the attack was fired off, the Quazzar did not stop moving, instead she continued onward, dodging around the position that her opponent currently resided, only coming to a stop when she was content she was far enough away from said Baiter. Gone was the seemingly fun loving little girl that the Quazzar had been. No more was the 'super hero' Quazzar. In its place was every bit the monster that people viewed her kind as. Cold eyes, tense body, and a small but constant growl.
She was a beast now.
Her eyes stayed locked onto the Baiter, her body ready to move, reading her every action. She was no longer being controlled by her own thoughts, but instead the code that drove her. It was like a giant pair of hands was telling her whatever move she would make is, and she had no issues following it anymore. This person... This Baiter... This Villain! Had hurt her in a way she had never felt before in her entire life! She would draw blood even if it cost her more of her own!
The woman who found herself opposed by the Quazzar shot forward, drawing herself into an attack. However, due to the extreme amount of scrutiny that she had been under, the Quazzar was more than prepared. She quickly darted to the side of the initial thrust, the attack barely missing. It wasn't that she wasn't fast enough, this dodge was by design. The reason? So she could be in the perfect position to knock aside the second attack, which she did with a relative ease, one of her oddly shaped front feet coming up to smack against the side of the blade, turning it aside harmlessly.
As this was occurring, her cheeks puffed out once more, and once more her blood pooled in with the mix. She felt a small stab of pain as she caused herself injury to pull this trick off again, but she ignored it in favor of turning her head towards the Baiter. From this distance it would be near impossible for her to dodge. So, without waiting for a more perfect moment, as she didn't want to give the Baiter any time to react, she loosed the glob from her mouth with as much force as she could muster. Once that was finished she quickly back pedaled, to both survey what she had done and put herself in a good position for the next bout.
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 135 Health: 400/680
Skill: 100 Strength: 90 Defense: 80
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.
Sarah frowned as her attack missed, she stepped away from the bug after it had knocked away her last attack with it's weird feet. She noticed that the bug wasn't talking anymore, along with no more dramatic antics. 'You make it sound like it's a bad thing'. She frowned at the Guard's words, knowing he certainly didn't like the Quazzar's personality. She wondered if she just had upset it that badly to where she lost her little joking personality. At least now the thing was taking this more seriously instead acting like this was a wanna-be hero versus villain fight.
Sarah's eyes widened when she saw that the bug wasn't wasting time this round, watching it as it turned it's head toward her to spit at her. Sarah raised her sword, letting the glob hit it, swing it away and she shifted away from the path. She threw the glob away from her body, dropping her sword as it began to sizzle from the acid. 'That's useless now' she thought as she saw bits of the sword begin to deteriorate. She pulled out her other sword, hoping it would last a little longer than it's partner. She was going to need to see about a new one after all this.
Sarah looked at the Quazzar, seeing that it had backed away from her. She glared at it before lunging at it once again. She brought the sword up and swung down at the Quazzar's head, hoping to at least stop it from spitting at her again. It was disgusting and she was getting tired of it, especially after the last one she had fought with Acel and Akio. Sarah didn't waste time, lunging her sword forward after she raised it up once more.
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 162 Health: 1410/1500 Control Limit: 1300
Skill: 135 [146] Strength: 80 Defense: 110 [120]
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Her opponent somehow managed to turn aside an attack made of liquid, which was certainly an oddity, but not entirely unheard of. The fact that the attack didn't land didn't bother the Quazzar one bit, because of the silver lining. The attack had removed one of the mean woman's weapons completely from the game. An unintended outcome, but one she was fine with all the same. Unfortunately, it appeared as though the girl she found herself facing was more than prepared for this outcome, and simply whipped out another one.
It was ridiculous! How many weapons did she have?!
The woman seemed to be upset about the fact that her weapon was destroyed, and came in to exact revenge or some such garbage. She was a little sloppy though, because the Quazzar was not only able to map out her entire attack, but able to dodge it with incredible ease. She shifted backwards and tilted her head to the side, allowing the first attack to pass by her head harmlessly. Then she lifted her leg, using its hardiness and odd shape to turn aside the second thrust, once more without much issue.
Deciding it would be in her best interest to continue the tactic from before, and attack from this ridiculously close range. Her cheeks puffed up again, only this time the pain was not as easy to ignore. Granted, it's never easy to tear yourself apart to hurt your enemy, but that was neither here nor there. The glob was just as big as the last one as it left her mouth, once again aiming for the Baiter's center mass. This time, she hoped to take out another weapon if the attack didn't land, because it was always good to have back up plans.
Just like last time though, she took off at a frightening pace immediately after, leaping backwards in a serpentine manner to put as much distance as she could between them. One might imagine, if she was a snake right now, that she would hiss when she came to a stop, her whole body giving off that kind of snake-like impression, despite the fact she was not one in any way.
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 135 Health: 330/680
Skill: 100 Strength: 90 Defense: 80
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.
Sarah watched the bug dodged her attacks easily. How could it have done so? She was sure she wasn't being easy on it. Or perhaps it was on her part. Had she been taking this thing to lightly? It was possible. She could hardly take the thing seriously, with it's weird antics. But now it seemed that little dramatic personality was gone, and she was still taking it lightly. She couldn't do that now. It wasn't the same as before. So why was she treating it like it was? Because she was still new at this, because she was being dumb. That's why.
Sarah realized her mistake when she saw the Quazzar push her second attempt aside and it's cheeks began to swell. She could only twist her body as the Quazzar shot the blob toward her, feeling it hit her side. It quickly soaked through her jacket and shirt, making her cry out in pain as the acidic green liquid burnt her. She quickly pulled the jacket off, using it to try and soak whatever acid was still dripping. She wasn't about to take her shirt off, she couldn't do that, even if she was alone. Sarah dropped the denim cloth onto the ground, looking at her hands to see they had been a little burnt from stray acid she couldn't avoid touching. She didn't dare look at her side, knowing it had to be sickly looking, the skin looking as if it had sat in a fire.
She, looked up to see that the Quazzar had quickly moved away from her. Sarah reached for her side, pulling out her gun. She didn't to keep using the knives, since they have proved to be useful for so long. So why not something that was nearly impossible to dodge. As long as she could aim correctly. She aimed the gun toward the Quazzar. She pointed the gun and fired toward one of it's legs then aim for the center of it's body. Whether it landed on the body itself or perhaps it's head, she didn't care.
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 162 Health: 1299/1500 Control Limit: 1300
Skill: 135 [146] Strength: 80 Defense: 110 [120]
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Tank - Level 1 - You gain 10 extra Defense. However, you also receive a -5% to your defensive chances.
There were few things more satisfying that landing a blow. Listing them now would be a waste of time, but the fact of the matter is she had landed a blow. More than that, she had landed a possibly decisive blow. The pain caused by the attack she let loose was nothing compared to the damage she no doubt caused her opponent, and that alone gave her the strength necessary to completely ignore the throbbing sensation in her stomach. Her beady little eyes remained locked onto her opponent, no real surprise there, it was how she'd been dominating so far. Watch and wait. Her opponent was decently skilled, there was no doubt about it, but the problem was she was sloppy. The Quazzar chalked it up to the number of weapons the small woman used, but regardless of why, the A.I. had no intention of letting up.
She listened without care during the cry that ripped itself from the woman as the acid chewed into her flesh. Watched without worry as she attempted to deal with it the best she could. The wound looked positively horrid. Black and red in several locations, showing off the sheer severity of the burn she just received. A part of the Quazzar knew that later she would feel terrible for doing this to her, being a hero meant not doing something that horrible to anyone, even the villain. However, right now, the core didn't care. This villain had horribly disfigured her for the rest of her life, it was only fair to return the favor.
The woman put away her weapon, and pulled out yet another one. This caused the Quazzar to scoff. Even among her kind they understood that a jack of all trades was a master of none. So, it was really no surprise to the core, that as the shots rang out throughout the empty streets, the Baiter missed entirely. Neither one even coming close to hitting their mark. The shattering of glass nearby told her one hit one of the nearby windows, and the other one made no sound, so there was no clue where it landed, or even if it landed nearby.
The Quazzar wasted no time, skyrocketing forward, the ground blurring beneath her feet. She had no intention of allowing the Baiter another chance to fire off that weapon. It offered her far too much control over the battlefield, disregarding how terrible she actually was with it. So, once more, her cheeks started to fill up with the very acid that was her own blood, ready to be launched forward like a cannonball at her command. The literal second she felt she was close enough, she made sure she was aiming down the length of the arm holding the gun, hoping that she hit the hand, arm or even shoulder of it, in an attempt to get her to drop the gun. With any luck, some acid might even land on the gun and destroy it.
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 135 Health: 250/680
Skill: 100 Strength: 90 Defense: 80
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.
Turn 9 80 - 120 = 1 - (100) = 99 - 5(TA) = 94 - 15 (stamina) = 79 (rolled a 100 in OOC) 450 x .20 (only defend 20% of damage) = 90 + (80 x .3 = 34) = 124
Sarah tsked her irritation as the bullets missed, her arm still vibrating from the force of the gun fire. How could she have missed so badly? They missed so far it was like she was just firing warning shots. This was just bad fighting, she knew that. How was she suppose to win if she kept messing up? She wouldn't if she wanted to end this thing. She couldn't give up though, she went on this mission on her own because she wanted to know she could do this. She couldn't do that if she suddenly just stopped.
'Princess! Snap out of it' The Guard shouted in her head, her head snapping up. But it was too late. The Quazzar shot it's acidic spit at her, Sarah only head time to turn her head away so she didn't get in her face as the acid hit her arm, causing her to drop her gun as she screamed in pain. Damn it, she was going to be a mere puddle of disgust if she didn't her head together. 'Come on Princess, you need get her mind out of the negative. You don't take it well. Positive side, you're still standing.'
She took a deep breath as she waited for the pain to subside for the most part. Not wanting to looking at it. She snatched up the gun from the ground with the bad arm, seeing the flesh gone and showing the red muscle underneath it with the sickly green mixed with the bright red. She wasn't going to let it win. She would still use that arm, even if seeing it made her stomach turn and want to lunge out of her body with all the contents with it. She stood up and quickly stood up, aiming the gun at the bug AI and fired two shots once again. She would end this, whether it was her or it. She wouldn't let it get another free hit on her.
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 162 Health: 1175/1500 Control Limit: 1300
Skill: 135 [146] Strength: 80 Defense: 110 [120]
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Tank - Level 1 - You gain 10 extra Defense. However, you also receive a -5% to your defensive chances.
Fantastic! This was really working out for her! Enough that she actually managed to crack one of her weirdly shaped grins. Twice in a row now her attacks had landed, twice in a row now they had done serious damage. It was a little miffed that the gun had managed to survive, but truth be told taking one her arms out of commission was probably just as good, if not better than, destroying the gun. At least this meant she was very unlikely to attempt to wield anything in that arm again for the rest of the fight.
One other good thing that came from her landed that third blow of the fight, her opponent looked like she was starting to second guess herself. Nothing defeated an opponent quicker than themselves. This made her decide it was time to start really dedicating herself to the end of this fight. So, instead of allowing herself to slip into her normal cheery self, the kind that did all sorts of goofy things just because they were fun to do, she stayed this focused, driven personality she had shifted into. She rather liked herself when she played seriously.
That thought in mind, she quickly skittered out of the way, dodging the incoming fire from her opponent by hopping behind a nearby dilapidated car. She didn't need too though, because apparently her opponent wasn't hiding some secret skills with a firearm, and these shots too were far too wide to even be considered close to their mark. Perhaps it was because the Quazzar was a moving target, or perhaps some side effect of her second guessing herself, but either way the shots missed and the ball was once again in the Quazzar's court.
Speaking of, she wasted no time capitalizing on it.
Her body leaped over the top of the car she hid behind, used it as a pseudo-springboard, and shot forward at a lightning quick pace, her body rolling into a ball, like the very first time she attacked the female Baiter, and rolled forward with a surprising amount of speed. Unlike the last time she did this though, she did not flip over the girl in an attempt to rain acid down on her, she used it as a feint. She charged right at the Baiter, and just before she would collide with her, her body came to a sudden stop. This was meant to attempt to get the Baiter to jump, or dodge, or do something in return that wasn't stay perfectly still. Regardless of the outcome though, the Quazzar loosed a glob of acid towards the girl, taking only a small amount of its own vitality this time around.
This time, it stayed in close. She seemed to have serious difficulties up close and personal, so the Quazzar felt she would have better luck taking on the Baiter from right there.
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 135 Health: 200/680
Skill: 100 Strength: 90 Defense: 80
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.
Sarah's arm pulsated in pain as the gun vibrated through her arm. The Quazzar seemed to know how to avoid the bullets, moving quickly. She glared at the thing, wondering how in the world she kept missing. She did pretty good with Akio and Acel during their fight against four opponents. Could she not fight on her own? Was that the problem? Was she not strong enough to do this on her own? How would that look to the others? She couldn't do one mission on her own, how could she be any help to the others? She wouldn't be, that's what they would think.
Sarah watched as the Quazzar launched off a car and go into a tumble, rolling toward her. Sarah quickly jumped away, but she didn't expect it to suddenly stop. Sarah nearly stumbled in confusion, though the pause costed her. A glob of it's spit once again shot out, landing on her leg. Sarah let out a hiss as the acid ate through her jeans and onto her skin. It wasn't as bad as the direct contact like on her arm. The denim slowed the acid a bit, but it still hurt the none-the-less. She took in a deep breath, feeling the irritation bubble up more inside. This was getting old. She gripped her gun tightly, realizing that the damn thing was sticking close to her for some reason.
She needed to calm down, she could herself shaking all over in anger. Anger wasn't going to help her. It was going to make her even more sloppy than she already was, if that was even possible. She needed to calm down. Calm down, need to calm down. Sarah could only think of one thing to calm her down. She began to hum, trying to think of a song. If this thing could throw silly antics in the middle of battle, than surely she could sing. She could only think of one song. It sung about fighting against an enemy of darkness. “Angel of darkness.... Angel of darkness.... The world is in your hands.... but I will fight until the end....” She sung quietly at first. She could almost hear the music that came with the song in her head.
She reached to her side, grabbing the last weapon she had on her person, tucking the gun back in it's holster. The scythe took it's form, Sarah didn't wait for long, she swung the scythe at the robot bug, blade first, aiming for one of it's legs, spinning it around on her hand before gripping it with both again and swinging it toward it's head. She was going to reap this damn thing like the grim reaper if it was the last thing she was going to do.
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 162 Health: 1070/1500 Control Limit: 1300
Skill: 135 [146] Strength: 80 Defense: 110 [120]
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Tank - Level 1 - You gain 10 extra Defense. However, you also receive a -5% to your defensive chances.
Once again she landed a blow, and once again she felt her heart swell in her chest. This was how things were supposed to work out. She was supposed to remain on top. Reign supreme! Come out the victor! She was the superhero and this Baiter was the villain! Admittedly, how she was still standing was something that caused the core a moment of pause. She was covered in several different places with acid. Not just any acid, her own personal acid. Acid which burned the core itself coming out!
She took several hits from it, and is not only still standing, but still going! Regardless of this fact, the Quazzar stuck to its guns, and stayed in close. Her eyes looking up to meet her opponent's, a smirk coming onto her face as she wondered what exactly she would do in this situation. To date the girly had attempted to keep the Quazzar at a distance, and the only time she swapped out to a close quarters style, the weapon had been destroyed because she simply couldn't use it. It had shown an incredible lack of forethought, bringing a weapon you can't use with you onto the battlefield. She seemed silly, useless, and even dumb as far as the Quazzar was concerned.
Then she started singing.
The Quazzar actually stopped dead and stared at her incredulously. She was struck speechless. Sure, the girl was talented, but that wasn't what caused the core to pause. It was the sheer ridiculousness of the fact that she started singing in the midst of battle. When all your focus should be on a fight, singing should certainly be one of the last things you think of doing.
Even if the song made the core swell with pride a little bit.
The woman clearly knew she was outclassed. Knew she was destined to lose. She was the villain after all.
The pause was her undoing. In that short moment of time, the Baiter pulled out this villainous looking weapon. It was a long curved blade on the end of a long staff. It looked positively evil. With a flash the weapon was flying towards her legs, causing her to leap into the air, dodging the attack entirely. That turned out to be the worst choice she could have made, for in the next moment, that same weapon came around and sliced clean through the right side of her face, eye and all, sending her rolling away.
She landed in a heap on the ground with a whimper, incapable of holding back the pained noise. She laid there for a moment, her one good eye staring out ahead of her. She had lost this fight. She knew it the second she lost the use of one of her eyes. How? How could this happen? "How did you beat me?" She mumbled as she struggled to her feet, turning her less than whole head towards the girl. "You're the bad guy. You're the one who's supposed to lose. You're the one who's supposed to die here!"
As she spoke, her voice grew in volume, despite the slight alteration to her speech due to the fact that her jaw too was damaged from that last attack. "Why?! Why won't you die?!" She shouted out in rage, her one good eye locked onto the Baiter before her. Suddenly things became clear. She had lost, yes, but she didn't need to give her opponent the satisfaction of the final blow.
She snarled and charged forward, keeping her eyes locked on the form of her target. Once she was in range, she leaped into the air, "Damn you girl! Damn you to hell!" She shouted out, making sure he words were well spoken, before the unthinkable occurred. With a deep breath, and an unbelievable amount of expanding within her body, the Quazzar caused her form to explode into a rain of acid right over the villainous swine that was the Baiter female, one final, desperate attack from a self-proclaimed superhero.
Her final act.
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Quazzar
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 135 Health: 0/680
Skill: 100 Strength: 90 Defense: 80
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.
A clean cut through the bug's head. That was nauseating. She watched as the blade of her scythe cut through the bug's head, taking with it a chunk. She felt herself turn green at the sight. 'Dear God, you're going to have to get use to this you know.' The guard complained inside her head as her stomach threatened to toss away any good that may have been in inside it. Sarah wasn't sure when that would happen, but she hoped she could get use to it as soon as possible. Because she didn't want to always be sick at the sight of chunks of flesh being tossed away. She wouldn't hold high with the others if she kept it up.
She stared down at the bug as it curled around itself, whimpering in pain, trying to not let the sickness show too much. She had to be ready for the next attack. This bug was still alive, which meant it still had some kick in it and it was dangerous. She watched as it turned it's head to her, making her stomach flip all over again at the sight. Dear God she really did take half it's head. She stared down at it, listening as it said that she was the villain in this fight, she was suppose to die. Sarah could only stare down at the thing as it seemed to go off the deep end as it demanded why she wouldn't die. Sarah couldn't answer. One because she was too afraid to open her mouth only to have vomit come out instead of words, another because she wasn't sure what to say anyways. She could only stand there as it stood up, then launched at her, damning her to hell.
Sarah's eyes widened when she saw the Quazzar jump in the air and curl into a ball, exploding into a thing of acid. Sarah quickly grabbed her jacket with her scythe from the ground, swinging so it took most of it, giving her time to duck inside an alley and hide behind a trashcan, listening to the acid splatter everywhere. She waited until she couldn't hear anymore hissing before stepping back out. Looking at the black marks the acid left behind. She found her jacket on the ground, only scraps of cloth. She sighed, leaning against the wall. It was over. She looked over, seeing the all familiar green glowing orb that was the remains of the Quazzar, floating where it last stood intact. She walked to the orb and touched, it's words ringing in her head. 'Why won't you die?!' She couldn't help the smile that formed on her lips as she watched the orb form into code and float into her headphones. She sung quietly. “Cause I've still got lot of fight left in me.” She pulled out her phone, opening an app and typed that single line in it, saving it under song ideas. Adding it to the list of others that had completed next to them.
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Outfit:Day clothes Headphones: Attached: Can hear Line Count: 1336 OOC: Translation:
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Sarah
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 162 Health: 1070/1500 Control Limit: 1300
Skill: 135 [146] Strength: 80 Defense: 110 [120]
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Tactical Advantages
Tank - Level 1 - You gain 10 extra Defense. However, you also receive a -5% to your defensive chances.
