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The Crushtacean had wanted to the human to feel fear, but even the one hit had seemed to do little of that. The smell of blood was still lingering. Warm pumping blood that was all in the muscles of the man it was fighting. It would love to devour him in pieces. Then the b*****d dodged to the left making the A.I.'s swing hit the wall behind Akio and break it all to bits. The house was looking a tattered mess between the two of them, and there had been no real progress bringing this human down. Before the large crab could think any further the bite of the sharp blade was felt again along it's side cutting its outer shell and deep into the tissue beneath. The Crushtacean bubbled loudly in rage and turned into the next attacked that opened the large hole even further. Now cut tissue was hanging out along with blood pouring. The Crab tried to skitter away from the third strike to the legs but it landed and it fell hard to the floor for a moment screaming in pain. The smell of blood sent it into a blood rage as it charged Akio blindly swiping lazily with its claw. It knew it was close to the end, but it would not give up!



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The Crushtacean was in pain, greats amounts of pain. Every little movement burned and ached even thinking seemed to be a problem. Why had it let this little man attack it and take it out so easily? In it's glory days it would have taken half a hit to kill the little s**t. It did not even know that Akio had tried to take it's claw it as it had quickly raised it up in triumph while it thought of all the countless humans it had killed all those times ago. It knew it was on it's last limb, but it did not want to give up. It's vision was becoming blurry from the exhaustion and the loss of blood and it shambled about not sure where the human was, or which one was really him. Had there been four of them all along? No, it distinctly remembered there had only been one man the whole time. Maybe his mind had done a trick of some sort? Then the next two strikes came. The Crushtacean could not even tell where they had landed but the cracking of it's shell was loud and then everything went dark. The body would slowly turn into white numbers and letters. The code of which the A.I. Was made of and then swirl for a moment before connecting with the code core on Akio's neck.



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OOC: Woot! and now you are done with the fight and the end of your double lines! You can now post him waking up in the room feeling the feels. Once done with that post and him doing whatevers make sure to take that line count and do your update and then i guess whatever strikes his fancy. Congrats! biggrin

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Darkness; it was a true pit filled with black. Rage and anger filled the mind clouding everything else that had been there before. All feelings of regret and loss had been buried deep within the darkness. It was all devouring and nothing escaped. When the quiet became too unbearable to stand a noise broke though. It reached out to the mind and connected it back to reality. Thump, Thump, Thump. There wasn't even time to ask the question of where it came from before a sharp sting rose from the wrist. Keep fighting. Where had those words come from? The memory was thin but it reached across time to grasp at a weakened mind. It was a recollection of years past in the moment it was truly needed. Thump, Thump, Thump. The scene played out as it was remembered; an angry woman stood over a young boy with a stick firmly grasped in her hand. The look of the devil itself filled the woman's eyes as blood had already soaked the tip of the stick. The memory of each strike against the boys skin came in clearer and clearer as the memory relived itself. Thump, Thump, Thump. The boy was obviously not used to the sting of the stick as each time it landed upon his heel or wrist the sting made him cringe. Tears welled up in the corner of his eyes. Whenever the memory of that grueling training threatened to fade the scars upon the physical body would burn to keep the memory alive. It was an interesting feeling fading back and forth between a state of life and death. Thump, Thump, Thump. It was the sound that seemed to odd. It stood out from the sound of each strike of the stick, but the mind had already locked upon this particular memory and it was unwilling to let go. That was until a voice broke out in the distance.

“Hey, Kid.” The voice sounded stern, but a sense of clarity washed over the mind as it entered into the scene. It was then that the fog became noticeable. The memory of the young boy slowly faded away walking into the mist with the woman following closely behind him. All that was left was now an unrecognizable face starting back at itself through the fog. The fog had grown thick and was now reflected everything around it like a mirror. The figure stared at itself taking note of each and every scar that marred the pale marble colored flesh. They numbered in the hundreds and covered most of the body. Various one larger than the other, but some were smaller almost faded. The figure found itself evaluating itself as if he was looking at someone else rather than itself. The muscle had been toned and well sculpted over years of training. Barely any fat rested on the body. However their were some differences. It was in fact male, but slim and curved like that of a woman. As well as having a natural bust like most women. As he speculated the answer came to him. Years of experimentation and unnatural stimulants had caused this body to morph into what it was now. It wasn't a wounder that the face had even been unrecognizable. Compared to his younger self this body had changed much, but the most drastic of all changes seemed to be within the eyes. They had changed from a beautiful pale blue to a unnerving gold, or at times even a dull pink. The boy's hair had also changed from a natural black to a unnatural white. Unlike the memories that where now floating around the boy found his own body foreign and unnatural. A truly aggravating feeling. Once again clarity reached forth and stirred the fog. “What's your name? Kid.” A good question, if there ever was one. As the boy looked back into the depths of the fog that had been stirred by the voice to search for the right answer.

“Faelan, Faelan McBride.” The taste of iron became more apparent since he managed to speak, but it had jarred loose the barrier keeping him form waking as he opened his eyes moments after. It was then that the noise from earlier was finally identified. Fae was inside a large personnel carrier along with various other members from BAITR. The sense of loss weighed heavy on his, but he had yet to figure out why as his thoughts were still jumbled. “Well Kid, at least your not dead. I'm Kota.” It was then that Fae was able to track the source of the voice back to the man whom sat in a jump seat directly in front of him. Looking up at him Fae noticed he was an Asain man in his late thirties, but Fae couldn't place a name to the face no matter how hard he seemed to try. However the older man wasn't the only one around. There were eight members in total whom all seemed to be rather experienced Baiters as well. They had all been glancing warily in Faelan's direction from time to time as if he was a dangerous animal too close to the campfire. The atmosphere was clearly hostile. Various obscenities seemed to be spat out as they noticed Faelan was not actually dead as most of them had bet. “Sorry to disappoint.” Fae spat bitterly. It was then that he noticed the rather awkward position he was looking up from. As he attempted to get a better view it became apparent quickly he wasn't trusted. Both his hands had been bound behind his back with his legs tied together to avoid him moving all together. A deep growl erupted from his throat in response to the restraints. “Relax, Kid. You were out of your mind when we found you. Attacking everything in sight. That included a nasty pack of AI and US.” Laughter erupted from a few in the group. “You fought like an animal, but AI can't be killed by conventional means. Not that we can say you sure as hell didn't try. You left a variety of bodies in your wake.” A sense of amusement entered the mans voice for a moment. However as the man spoke Fae tried to recall the past few hours of his life to little effect. The memories had been lost within the jumble, and the harder he tried the harder his mind denied him of the memories. That was until a painful shock rippled throughout his body. “Hey kid!” Faelan barely registered the words before the darkness took him once more.

When Faelan opened his eyes again the scenery had changed once again. It had probably been a little over a day. The calming thump of the carriers rotors was gone and replaced by the mechanical beep of a heart monitor. There had been a voice talking this entire time, and Fae listened but couldn't work up enough energy to respond; that was until now. “Hey Doc, she's awake.” Fae grumbled at the sound of Kota's voice as it aggravated the migraine that was currently blurring his vision. “Shut up, Kota. You're voice is grating my ears.” Kota seemed hurt, but before he could respond the doctor interrupted. “She is a He Kota. Faelan was it?” The look on Kota's face transitioned from hurt to surprised rather quickly at the sudden realization. “That explains the attitude, and the almost killing everyone thing. You were crazy strong for a girl.” Kota laughed awkwardly as he patted the sling his arm was placed in. Apparently Faelan had not only broken his arm, but stabbed it as well. “That is what happens when your body is flooded with a massive overdose of unnatural Stimulants made to turn someone into a killing machine.” The doctor interjected before the conversation could go any further. “On that note we have a lot to talk about and decisions to make.” The doctor motioned for Kota to leave and waited for him to actually leave the room before continuing with the conversation.

“The various augmentations to your body were experimental at best and definitely not made for the male body, and with the death of all the scientist in your Village we can't figure out what exactly they have done. Meaning we can't risk altering your body any further without at least a few years of backwards engineering your current enhancements as they appear to be both biological and technological. At best we can attempt to stabilize your body by altering the serum they were giving you to keep your body stable while they experimented on you. If that wasn't bad enough it appears your metabolism was sped up at an accelerated rate eight times what would be considered normal during your fight with the AI. Besides for the severe dehydration your body sustained multiple injuries that should have proven fatal, but have somehow since mostly healed. Your muscles have all been strained way past the human or inhuman limit, but the worst part is that it seems your nervous system has been all but destroyed. As you can probably tell since most of the feeling in your body has been lost. Even with intense therapy moving will be next to impossible. At best you will be in a Wheel chair for the rest of your life, and at worst you have three years to live.” Fae managed to throw a hand up at the onslaught of serious problems being thrown his way. “So the long and short of it is, I'm dying? Right?” The sudden movement of his arm caused a sudden pain to rocket through his muscles making Fae's body convulse. The doctor managed a smile and waited for the pain to subside before continuing on with his point. “Yes and no. You do have a few options in front of you. As I said before you will be in a wheelchair from now on, but with intensive therapy you could one day regain some motion in your body. That however isn't to say you will live long enough to see that day. With all the injuries your body has sustained and healed over in the short amount of time there could be numerous problems we have yet to catch. Putting it simply your body is a mystery to us and we can't do anything without more tests and state of the art treatment.” The doctor spoke plainly enough which Faelan was grateful for, but the outlook either way was bleak. It seemed the doctor had something else in mind though as he looked pensive and conflicted at the same time. A lot of the issues with his body was that it was as much a mystery to himself as it was to the BAITR doctors. “I've gotten this speech once before doctor, there is a but coming along here isn't there?”

The doctor sighed heavily and sat down in the chair beside Fae. Whatever the other option was it was clear that the doctor was not in favor for it. “There is something that you could do to heal your body and regain some of the feeling you've lost, but even if you were completely healthy your chances of survival are barely above half. In your current condition you would be lucky if you possessed even half the normal chance. Your body has already been altered in dozens of unnatural ways. So I can't guarantee that your previous modifications wouldn't be out right rejected. However if you happen to succeed your body will regain some sort of stability and perhaps after a few years of tests we could begin to alter your body some more. Then again, if your fail, you will die.” It wasn't hard to figure out what the doctor had been talking about. Faelan's mother had walked him through the process of becoming a Baiter more than once, and what his chances of actually come out of it alive where. However it was always her hope that Fae would follow in her families footsteps and become a strong Baiter. It was the whole reason that Faelan was given her last name instead of his fathers.

“No need to convince me Doc, I'll do it.” The doctor was surprised at how quickly Faelan had come to the decision, but in all honestly out of all of his options becoming a Baiter was the best option. A life of dull decay would only drive Faelan to the brink of insanity. Not only would becoming a Baiter help his body recover, but he could easily get the top of the line medical care when he needed it. As his entire village was gone there was no one around that could afford to pay his bills either so in truth he didn't have much in the way of options. Even though Kota offered to care for him, the doctor had a feeling that Faelan would never allow that. “I'll be needing a code core then.” The doctor simply nodded in response as it seemed that Faelan was already on a particular train of thought. In truth he had one picked out before but from what Kota had told him of his father sword – what he was originally going to use with his mothers wishes – had been damaged during his rampage. So that meant he needed something else that he always carried with him to become his Code Core. Then it donned on him; “On my belt there should be pouch that contains a rectangular block of metal with various triggers and switches. It looks like the grip of katana it has a hollow center so it's lighter than it looks. That's my Stimulant Injector. I'll use that.” The injector was modeled after the hilt of a katana and even possessed a clip to connect a blade if he so wished. It was made to become a part of the warriors gear rather than just some accessory that one carried around. The injector itself still however operated like a simple auto-pen injector that contained one powerful dose that could be administered safely or in an overdose form. The doctor rose from his seat and moved over to the table that all of Faelan's clothing and items that could be saved was placed on. When he arrived in the emergency room they were forced to cut away what clothing he had left so the only thing that was still on the table was wear the various pieces of equipment that had survived the fight or appeared to have sentimental value. In fact all that was left of his original equipment was a weapons belt, a broken Katana reduced to its hilt and only two inches of blade, and a pair of partially torn heeled boots. As per Fae's instructions the injector was found and the doctor quickly left the room to handle the needed paper work.

A few hours later a nurse arrived to help Faelan get dressed. Since all of Fae's clothing was lost or cut open the nurse gathered some of her own spare clothes for Fae to borrow. More or less the sizes were same at least so the clothing was uncomfortable, but it was more feminine than Fae was used too. Then he was placed in a wheelchair, as he still couldn't walk quiet yet, and brought down to the science division. After a few long winded explanations that Fae ignored he was given back his injector before once again being forced into unconsciousness.


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It stood there, rather static for the first few moments of seeing Faelan. It had to analyse its opponent and figure out its weaknesses. It needed to know where to strike, and where the blind spots in the man's armor would be. But, this woman...man? Was very odd. Nothing about him...her...seemed very normal. The Omega Model had never seen or heard of anything or anyone like the person standing in front of it, and that was almost exciting for the A.I. Core. It got to fight something brand new. It was itching with anticipation to find out what this opponent was capable of, but fighting a frail looking woman, or man, or whatever it was, surely wouldn't offer that much of a challenge. The Omega Model had been hoping for some sort of intensely strong opponent to fight, and was sadly disappointed by the thing in front of it. Though it was new, and that offered a little reprieve from the disappointment. The shadowy darkness of the enemy's mind showed that it was not fully awoken yet. That their subconscious was still working to wake up and complete the world around it. So, as the A.I. stood in the midst of Faelan's mind, it suddenly blasted forward, unable to ignore its own desire to fight any longer. It moved with lightning speed as it ran toward the man, its feet pounding against the ground before it cocked back the human shaped hand and thrust it toward the man's face. A small circle in the middle of the A.I.'s palm immediately lit up and a blast of superheated plasma, blue in color, erupted from the hole and shot directly toward the forehead of the foe. It might as well end it quickly.




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OOC: Alrighty. So, it won the initiation roll, and goes first! Good luck!! Oh, and remember that all of your lines are doubled during combat. So, if you write a 20 line post, it is worth 40 instead. =]

As the creature had attempted to blast the stationary target, it was surprised to find that it was quicker than expected. The man lashed upward with his arm and knocked the Omega Model's hand to the side, as well as stepping backwards to put itself at an advantageous position. This human was actually pretty good. It was going to enjoy this combat, it was sure. Then, its sensors went ballistic, catching the shifts in the world around it until the environment had fully materialized into some sort of human fighting pit. It was a very fitting place to do battle, and the A.I. was in no way disappointed by the man's decision. This was one on one combat the way it was supposed to be. The Omega Core listened to the man speaking, trying to gauge the type of person he was, in order to gauge the type of combat he could expect from him. He was self-centred to be sure. The man was in a world where the A.I. cores were murdering his people and on the verge of complete global domination, and all he had to say was that "he had no quarrel with the AI". How could that be true? How could he have no quarrel with a species of being that was destroying his home and killing his people? He would be a vicious man, the A.I. was almost immediately sure. A man who lacked empathy and was jaded to his own people. This man would be trouble. As the Omega Model felt the man blasting in toward him, he brought the heavy Gatling gun down on top of the man's arm, knocking it away to the side without causing any true damage. At the same time, there were other strikes coming in. When the first came toward the core's shoulder, it quickly hopped backward and leaned away from the man at the same time, completely avoiding his reach. The last strike was low, toward the knee joint, and as the man attempted this strike, the Omega Model decided that an offence was the best defence. As he struck toward the knee, the Omega Model quickly brought the leg up into a raised kicking stance, and when the man came in to strike, the Omega Model brought the leg cracking forward with great speed in an attempt to kick the side of his head. If the attack didn't land, it would at least force the man to dodge, and this would effectively cancel out his attack regardless. But the core still hoped fervently that the kick would bust the man's skull.




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11 - 13 = -2 (100 - (-2) = 99% Chance)

There was a reason why Faelan's gift for becoming the Dead Wolf was a mask and not a weapon. During the trials that lead up to Faelan becoming the Dread Wolf he had killed most of the other boys in the pit by ripping their throats out with his teeth, and he continued to smile as he beat their corpses into the ground until he was certain they were dead. Often times that was until the next kid was sent down an hour later. The mask acted like a seal that kept his never ending bloodlust in check allowing him to fight with his animal instincts without losing complete control. This always made his next move unpredictable, extremely violent, and calculated, but his next move rose the bar to an entirely new level. Faelan noticed the movement of the leg, but didn't bother to dodge. Instead Fae pushed off the ground with his feet and grabbed hold of the incoming leg the momentum of the AI's leg to turn his body so that his chest was directly over the AI's leg with his hands firmly gripping what would appear to be the AI's ankle. Using the toned muscles in his arm Fae kept his position above the leg so that he could place his feet down upon the AI's leg like a small platform. Quickly he bent his knees in more and pushed off the AI's leg with his hands before quickly pushing off with his legs as well. “Okami Ryu-Zen Secret Art, Alpha Strike.” As Fae arched his back turning his body over in mid air he brought his left hand down and back towards his hip as if he was drawing a blade from its scabbard. His right hand was placed behind his left but in a coiled back striking position, the left hand keeping it from launching forward until the right moment. When Faelan's body straightened in the air just above the AI he rotated his left shoulder back and launched his right fist forward rotating his arm into a rotating forward fist aimed directly atop the AI's head.

As it was there was three ways this could go. The AI could move forward, backwards, or too the left, and the attack would miss. The actions Fae would take afterwards would be the same. Faelan would land and once again move towards the AI at full speed throwing in two more attacks. One would be a simple palm strike towards the AI's knee joint like he had attempted earlier, and the second would be another strike towards the AI's abdomen once more.


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