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15-12 = 3 (100-3 = 97%) x3 MISSED

The Elder Wolf had been able to easily lift the human woman up and had quickly charged ahead. Normally this maneuver would strike without an issue. Somehow this woman was able to move so quickly and easily. She did not move like a human who was in testing to become a B.A.I.T.R., could it be that her dream world was allowing her to be like the many humans that had years of training. Or it had to be that suit. That odd suit she was wearing had to be helping her move around so swiftly. The clash of the blades and the horns rattled the Elder Wolf's head ever so slightly, the sensation was not unfamiliar but had been a while since the A.I. had felt that. It would have been a lot easier to ignore if the vibration had been a hit on the woman. Still not frustrated and more focused than anything the Wolf took a step back to watch as the woman moved away not really accepting gravity as every other object living or not did. The Wolf looked her in the eyes not being intimidated by the predatory gaze and instead gave on right back.

The smile the young woman had across her face gave the charge away and the Elder Wolf simply ducked down and dodged around the desk as the attacks came from all angles. There seemed no rhyme or reason to the attacks, more so looked like a show than a well executed pounce. The Elder Wolf would be patient, it had not struck yet, but neither had it's prey. As the woman landed away the Wolf let out a low growl, not one to intimidate or to show the lack of frustration, but as pure instinct from the eye to eye contact once more. Seeing the woman on her feet frozen in their gaze the Wolf charge with a insane speed that it had yet to show and was in her face in moments its large maw attempting to snap down on her face and shake and violently as it could. The gazes were a challenge and the Elder Wolf would not back down.



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Corrinne could feel her strength subsiding from her constant attacking. As the crab dodged and leapt about Corrinne realized that this strategy wasn't going anywhere, except to make her tired. Although it seemed to be having a similar affect on the crab as he returned fire with a similar move to what he had did before. Quickly evading it, Corrinne decided that the two were very equally matched. Both were relying on their strength and speed, rather than a special skill or a strange mutation on the Core's side. She couldn't decide if this was a good thing or a bad thing, as this meant that, either the two fight it out till one of them became too tired to go on, or find a plan of attack that the crab couldn't counter. Racking her brain for the answer, she kept her guard up as the two watched each other closely. Even if she did think up the answer, would it see it in her mind, she was very aware of the others presence now, so what would be the point of coming up with an answer if it was going to know it anyway. This logic really bothered Corrinne, it wasn't productive and made her wonder if others thought this way, as if there were another voice inside of them, constantly questioning their motives, it would become beyond tiring.

She could ask it to give up again but she knew what its answer would be. They both seemed to be rather feisty and stubborn, Corrinne liked that. Continuing to process plans of attack in her mind, her eyes darted around the scenery and back at the reaper crab. There wasn't much in sight that could be used as a weapon; the area she had unknowingly chosen was barren and stark. Nothing but the sound of waves, wind blasting past her, the smell of salty sea air, and the lush landscape. Breathing in deeply, she decided to try something new, even if it might get her killed.

Running directly at the Core, she knew it would do the same from previous interaction. But this time, she put the Bo staff to her side as she leapt onto the crabs back, holding onto the spikes. Her knee budged against the broken spike as she saddled her legs on the smooth surface of its shell. Pulling herself close to it, she knew the reaper crabs arms could only swing up and down, it wouldn't be able to pull her off its back. Corrinne also knew it would try to throw her off but she clung to it and chuckled as she pulled the staff out again. "Let's see how you do with a monkey on your back." She began to clobber it again with the iron staff, trying to break it apart.




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OOC: Shiza! Not ready for my defense to go down XD Turn 5 and I rolled a 5, Coincidence?

The spry human male was able to avoid the two attacks the Harbinger had previously thrown with ease. The man was quick like lightning, and his body bent like rubber. It was something out of some sort of comic book how talented the man was in combat. The Harbinger knew instantly that it was perfect. This man. He was perfect. He would be the man that the Harbinger could use to go places--to go far in the world. The Harbinger could lend him his power, and in turn, the man would kill for him, and it would let him do some killing as well. The Harbinger felt glee from this--pure and total glee. It knew that even if it lost this battle, it was going to be able to go on living and killing for a long time--and if he won the battle...well...clearly this man just wasn't good enough. As the man pulled his head back and threw it forward with great force, the Harbinger's clawed hand came up and caught him by the face. The only thing that protected Marthun from taking damage from the clawed hand was the mask that surrounded his face. Without it, the metal surely would have bit into his skin. But after he had released the man's face and tossed him to the side, he caught himself easily and then went for part of the environment to use to his advantage. He picked up a massive piece of wood and the Harbinger was actually impressed with the strength that it knew would take to lift such a thing. As the man picked it up and hurled it towards the A.I., it brought its sword down in a vicious swing, cleaving the beam in half and letting it fall to either side of him harmlessly. "We will see which is better." The rusted voice echoed out as it charged forward toward the man, bringing the sword back and swinging it once again, however as the sword passed by its first stroke, it came back once again, his waist turning like a top instead of a regular body, and coming full circle in a 360 degree turn so that the sword's slash would strike twice in very rapid succession.



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▌Marthun If we could all just learn to speak to just one other person,
▌Gartun I'm sure we would find that the world would become much smaller.

Turn 05 100 - (-7) = 99% - 15% = 84% 13x5=65 20x3=60 80% of 65 is 52
FAILED x 2 65 - 52 (no greater than 80% can be negated) = 13 x 2 = 26 Damage

The attacks had once again done nothing to harm his opponent and there was no way he could do anything to fight this creature apparently. Maybe Marthun just wasn't cut out for this baiter thing. The Harbinger had sliced through the flying beam and was upon Marthun at a blinding speed even for the machine. Unfortunately Marthun didn't have time to dodge any of the strikes and was pushed back with two large gashes across his chest and he slid to a stop and locked eyes onto the Harbinger with a blank expression.

"Oh my....that almost hurt." he said with a stark monotone. The wounds on his chest snapped him back from his stoic sadism and his crazed melancholy. He cracked his knuckles with a sickenlngly loud popping and then cracked his neck, the chest injuries seeming to not phase the man one bit, why would they? They were of course inside a simulation in his mind right? If he died here his brain would die but if he got cut up it wasn't like he was bleeding back in reality. This whole simulation thing had a skeevy air to it, he secretly wondered what kinds of things the scientists did when nobody else was around. He laughed silently to himself.

His attention returned to the Harbinger and he crouched down into a sprinting stance before springing himself forward like a jack rabbit with the carnivorous fervor of a hungry wolf. Marthun he sprung up and launched forward a rocketed punch straight at the face of the Harbinger and swung his second attack upward to try and kick the chin of the Harbinger with his foot. If he was going to die because of fatigue he might as well go down swinging as hard as he could.

Who? Harbinger
Where? Apocalyptic Vatican Cathedral
What? fighting
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▌Marthun If we could all just learn to speak to just one other person,
▌Gartun I'm sure we would find that the world would become much smaller.

Turn 06 84% chance to dodge 1 Failed roll: 30 damage taken

The machine had gotten the better of him despite Marthun having been able to get a hit in, it was starting to look like the machine might just win. Figures that man would be weaker than the machine. The arrow that flew from the crossbow flew true to its course and Marthun could only move to the left enough for it to hit the non vital area of his upper right chest which knocked him off balance a little bit. He saw the second attack coming and as the blade was coming down he glared at the machine as it switched to reach out with the claw and instead of blocking he grabbed the claw and switched sides with the Machine. Arrow sticking out of his chest he looked down at it with an unamused look. He pushed it the rest of the way through and tore some cloth off of his jacket and packed it into the wound. Not that bleeding really mattered in a simulation it wasn't good to strain the mind with off kilter concepts like mental death.

Marthun cast the arrow down and charged forward at the Harbinger launching a kick straight to the front of its head and was prepared to follow up with hay maker to the side of the head. He didn't care about the damage or any of those perils of being human things. If he won he was going to liberate the vatican one day, if he lost he was just another human casuality, no big deal. So he continued, he fought on with no ill will either way, it was a demonic machine versus a man who no longer cared, everything he had was already destroyed or gone and he didn't plan to make any new friends any time soon. The world was crumbling and the only thing humanity could do to stop it is wipe out all life and let the planet restart on its own time.

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The Reaper Crab was certain it would have enough time to launch itself into the air, turn and come down on the woman, but somehow it was as if her body was completely in tune with its own. She scurried around the other side of it, and as the crab landed into the ground, shaking the Scotland hill they were fighting on, the woman was completely unharmed. She had managed to land on its stomach, and as the crabs legs flailed in an attempt to right itself and to fling her off of its body, she began to swing her staff down towards it. With one more mighty heave, however, the crab managed to flip its body around, hurling the woman off to the side and keeping her from landing any hits on its softer underbelly. This woman was not going to get the satisfaction of winning so easily. It was going to fight until the end, and that was only going to be when the Reaper was completely unable to move. As it finally got back to its feet, the woman started again, swinging her staff at it left and right, trying to batter the crab as best it could, but as her attacks swung in, the massive crab swung its body to bring the arms around and cracked into the staff, shrugging the blow off and redirecting it. When the blows had ceased, the Reaper Crab was ready once again, and this time, it was sure it was going to hit her. It HAD to. The Crab backed up ever so slightly, preparing itself to charge in, and it lowered its arms once again, dodging to the left and right to attempt to throw her off and allowing itself to be consumed by bloodlust as it flung the wickedly heavy claws upwards in another attempt to skewer the woman and throw her body into the air.



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OOC: Oh my word. The dice don't love you anymore. =[ This guy is lucky as heck. Especially when they are rolling 6 dice.

15-12 = 3 (100-3 = 97- 15 (stam) 82%) x3 MISSED

The Elder Wolf was trying its best to get the woman in it's jaws wanting to take her out and down. She was fast as it had already previously thought but no way could she dodge it forever. This was a real test for them both. It was a matter of who would slip up sooner. Although the Elder Wolf was no where near winded, it could still feel the strain in it's muscles from all the power housing through the classroom. If only the human had done a field of some type it surely could have out run her! It felt the clang of the blades to the jaws to keep the bite from pressing down anywhere and its maw stung slightly from the sharp blades cutting some into the skin. It let out a low threatening growl as it continued to push and knew it would not strike her so jumped over her frame to stay out of the way from the blades and the kick that was aimed at it as the woman tried to use its own movement against it.

Then the desk came flying towards it and the Elder Wolf sunk low to the ground letting the desk fly over head and saw the woman come flying right after. It did not have enough time to get out of the way completely and angled its large head to catch the blades in the antlers once more. The Elder Wolf was confident in it's moves and had no problem repeated them if needed. There was nothing to be fancy about, just had to do what it needed to so it could kill this pesky human. As it caught the blades it brought it's head down with all its might its powerful muscles rippling as it wanted to slam her into the ground and hard enough to knock the wind out of her and do some damage, anything to slow her down.



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OOC: oh ho ho soooooo close rofl