The man's determination in his combat was remarkable. It was quite the interesting thing to see. He had obviously faced some sort of great trauma to his body--the Zerox could feel it in his mind--it could feel the memories of the man's past as it fought him. Yet here he was with a great level of determination, not at all crushed by the changed that had come to his body. He was still fighting for his people, and for their survival. Commendable to be sure. The raven core looked at the man with high regard as he shot to the side and deflected the attack that the Zerox had sent toward him, but what came next was what surprised him. The man had not been using all of his speed after all. Satoru slid forward with extreme precision, moving in close and bringing his sword upwards towards the Zerox's extended arm. The sword was aimed for the elbow--something that the Zerox knew could end his entire fight if it landed, so he twisted his body to shift his arm slightly out of the way, bringing the blade to meet the Zerox's forearm at a strange angle instead. It still bit deep, cutting almost to the bone, but he was able to deflect most of the force by twisting his body in that manor. As soon as the sword had cut into his arm, the man was gone, and then suddenly his elbow was rocketing from beside him, aimed directly for the Zerox's face. The demon crouched low, dropping almost to its knees, and the elbow soared over its head without any sort of connection. As it stood back up it looked directly at the man, focusing on him with great intent. "I commend you, Human. You are a worthy opponent. What is your name?" The A.I. core was stricken by the man's movements. But he would not be caught off guard by him again. He refused to fall to this human man. He rushed forward, spinning the bladed staff over it's head, and as he got closer, he slammed the staff downward into the ground, not using it to attack, but attempting to surprise the man by using it to vault forward. It launched itself into the air, using the vault to execute a flying kick directly toward the man's face.
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 14 Health: 139/180
Skill: 10 Strength: 8 Defense: 8
Tactical Advantage:Commander: You command the battlefield with superior strategy and intellect, giving your allies an edge in combat. Anyone fighting alongside you gains +5 Defense.
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OOC: Ippiki, just so you know, you can't ever have more than a 99% defence chance. I don't know why I just noticed your calculation, but where you put "8-13 = -5" You can't ever go lower than 1, so you would just have it like this: 8-13 = 1 (100 - 1 = 99% Defence Chance). No matter what, you will always have a 1% chance of being hit. =]
The doctors all knew that she was supposed to be coming through the labs today to be presented with her initiation. She was finally going to be taking the steps to become a baiter. She was already quite powerful due to her body enhancements, but the H.A.L.F process would truly give her the ability to fight the enemies of the world. The staff watched as she walked in--the woman was quite the interesting specimen. Her bodily augments seemed to hurt her in a way, though the technology was so far advanced in this time period, that it shouldn't do such a thing. They couldn't understand why it seemed so incomplete with this one, but it seemed an almost miserable existence. Did she chose to have such unrefined prosthetics, or had they been forced on her? They all wondered if they could make it easier for her--give her a different body that didn't hurt her so much. It was definitely possible. Hell, it would be easy, even, but they didn't know if she would want such a thing. For now, they knew that she wanted the visor as her Code core. That was enough. After she passed her test, perhaps then they could convince her to switch to a more body-friendly mod system. Her legs could be constructed out of synthetics that almost perfectly matched human legs, and the stumps wouldn't be encased, but instead fused to create fully functioning legs. Everything else could be repaired as such as well. The woman could be made nearly perfectly whole again. Either way, after she had released herself from the confines of the mechanical contraption, they helped the woman into sleep, gassing her so that she became unconscious. After she was out, they took the visor off of her face and they put it into the N.I.C.E. system, causing the machine to buzz and whir as it scanned the visor over and began inserting the circuitry into the visor in order for it to be able to contain and utilize the power of the A.I. Cores. When they were finished, they replaced the visor and they prepared as the lab assistant arrived with the code core. All they could do now was hope for the woman that it would not be too hard a battle.
They brought the core--a small, ivory tooth-like object--close to the side of the visor, touching the tip of it to the side of the visor, and instantly the tooth burst to life, splintering on the end as the code exited the prison and shot into the woman's mask, flooding into her body and mind as consequence. As it entered into her body, the beast took physical form within her mind, and it began to stalk the shadowy nothingness of the human subconscious. It would seem the drugs were still keeping the woman out slightly, and she had not gained her full senses within the dream world. The beast took a few uneasy steps as it gained its footing in the shadow filled wasteland of the woman's brain, waiting for her to wake up and materialize the battleground. The Core was a Scraptor--a creature that resembled the dinosaurs of thousands upon thousands of years past. It boasted powerful legs, and small little arms, but also a massive scorpion-like tail with deadly blades and a mouthful of viciously sharp teeth. The thing was a killing machine to be sure. It stepped forward until it caught the scent of its prey, and as it did, it immediately ran towards the woman, looking to find and kill her as soon as it could.
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Scraptor
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 14 Health: 140/140
Skill: 5 Strength: 13 Defense: 10
Tactical Advantage:Deleter: You have studied hard in the art of combat, and you have become exceedingly proficient at the destruction of your foes, both human and A.I. alike. Your final damage (after defense reductions) is increased by 5%.
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The beastly Scraptor had successfully caught the scent of its enemy, and it wasted no time in seeking her out. After the scent was caught it raced through the darkness in her mind until it had finally seen her. A strange woman with armour on most of her body. It wondered why some spaces were left so bare while others were so covered up, but it did not matter. It would tear the armour to pieces along with her if it had to. It sniffed the air tentatively again, taking in her smell and it clicked with excitement--a noise coming deep from its voicebox. Its massive armoured legs scraped against the ground, even though it seemed to be made up of almost completely insubstantial black fog. As it pawed at the ground it suddenly blasted forward, moving toward the woman at breakneck speeds. Its tail recoiled back as it ran, and as it got closer to her, the tail whipped forward, the two claws on either side of the tail snapping shut as it whipped in, attempting to close shut on her shoulder to gouge deep into her flesh and perhaps ruin the shoulder in the process to cut back her combat ability.
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Scraptor
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 14 Health: 140/140
Skill: 5 Strength: 13 Defense: 10
Tactical Advantage:Deleter: You have studied hard in the art of combat, and you have become exceedingly proficient at the destruction of your foes, both human and A.I. alike. Your final damage (after defense reductions) is increased by 5%.
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OOC: SO! Just remember that you need to post your calculation like you see on the other posts, and make sure that you roll your dice along with your post. So you make your post without actually writing your RP, rolling the dice for defensive movement before writing, so you know if you succeed or if you are hit by the attack before you write it all out. =]
Also, when you add your post's lines to the total count, remember that now that we are in a battle, not just making initiation rolls, the lines on your post will be doubled. So if you write a 20 line post, you add 40 lines to the total. =]
Faelan twisted in the air as the AI grabbed his hand full intending to bring him down upon his back. Instead his free arm and legs spread out like a cat and tensed only after impact as if he was doing a simple push up instead of being thrown to the ground. This quickly dispersed the weight of the fall and gave Faelan a decent range of movement if the AI were to counter attack. It however did leave his arm at an awkward angle. It didn't matter though because the AI soon leg go and Fae just let it drop to the ground to join the other one holding him up. A deep growl erupted from his throat as Fae readied for the counter attack, but it never came. The AI backed off and began to rest himself into the fight. Fae stood and decided to do the same.
Fae stretched out once more making sure the kinks in his muscles were gone before he straightened his poster and then closed his eyes. Whenever Fae was training he would take regular breaks to solidify the forms and movements in his mind, and when he began fighting he learned he could do the same with his opponents. Analyzing the movements It was time for a change of pace. Faelan slid his right foot slightly forward and angled it to the front and pushed his left foot backwards angling it horizontally. Leaning back on his left and pushing his shoulders forward gave him an almost hunched over appearance but altered his center of gravity making it easier to change by simply shifting his weight on his feet. Once the stance shift was complete a black fog covered his body and soon vanished leaving him clothed. Combat boots covered his feet and had the pant sleeves of a tan pair of cargo pants tucked into them. A simple braided belt held up his pants as well as held a leather pouched that contained the Hilt Injector. Cloth binding held back his chest and a black tank top covered the rest. A pair of black finger less gloves covered his hands to give him a bit of added protection.
Then he felt it. The movement of the AI. His eyes bolted open and he rapidly assessed the oncoming attack. It was a simple feint. Fae reacted quickly reacted and drew back both of his hands to his side while sliding his front right leg out a bit more. He breathed in and held it until the AI's leg was already over its head so it couldn't draw back the strike. His left hand launched out towards the leg and matched the speed of the strike and then slowing down bit by bit after it collided with the kick. This would effectively stop the leg from hitting him without causing either party any harm. Fae exhaled as he launched out his right hand in a palm strike towards the AI's exposed side as he simultaneously pushed down the AI's leg that was resting on the other hand. The momentum of each movement would play off one another making the strike as powerful as if he was launched in at high speed to deliver it. If the AI happens to dodge the attack Faelan would back off before launching his next two strikes. The first strike would be palm strike to the right elbow joint, and then another palm strike towards the left knee joint.
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 20 Health: 200/200 Control Limit: 160
Brows furrowed for a second when his blade had made contact with the Zerox's arm; not having hit the point he was aiming for, but he supposed it was a successful hit none the less. It wouldn't completely deny the creature's use of it's weapon, but it would certainly affect it's handling and slow it down in the long run from how deep he cut into it's forearm. While the A.I. didn't counter or even parry Satoru's second attack, it dodged it all together instead to perhaps recuperate itself then stood back up on it's feet to look over the human soldier from across the way a second time. Taking the time to recollect himself, he gave whip of his katana that caused the blood he just drew to fly off and splatter onto the stone ground beside him. The Zerox then offered it's praise to his skill, Satoru keeping note that his increase in speed was something to keep for as long as he could. Afterward did the feathered creature ask what was the name of it's opponent. An answer wasn't given right away; the two just sort of standing their ground again and waiting for the other to make the next move. It was near the end of their wave of silence did he respond."Yamada. Yamada, Satoru."
The end on his answer might as well have been a cue with the A.I. breaking into a run coming toward him. The human remained in his spot, ready for the attack, but the Zerox did something a little different in his approach. The staff had been brought down in a swing, although nowhere near him. The purpose behind the move was so it could launch itself into the air. This had Satoru's eyes widen, but he quickly sheathed his sword and brought both his arms up to at least shield his face from any severe damage. His forearms took the weight of the entire blow, the force sending him rolling some feet backwards. Once the soldier came to a stop on the ground, he picked himself back up and dusted himself off. There was a small twinge in his arms, but nothing serious. It had only been a kick and not a strike with that crescent blade. Legs spreading apart and facing the Zerox with his right shoulder in front, Satoru then brought his left hand over the hilt of his sword. He didn't draw it; merely resting it in place while having his right hand hover above the hilt and staring intently at the A.I. as he took on the battōjutsu stance. In the blink of an eye, he kicked off with a cloud of dust behind him and grabbed the hilt in mid run. Drawing out his katana, it flashed horizontally for the beast's torso. Making the first slash and moving past the A.I., he spun and skidded, raising the blade high and cutting diagonally at the Zerox's back.
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 20 Health: 212/220 Control Limit: 156
It was just another day for her. It was a dream, a moment to be inducted among the top, the elite. She would take this moment, wear it like a badge of honor and claim victory for those who couldn't. Sleep was sleep, a dream was still a dream. For a moment, she dreamt of a long corridor. This wasn't an odd experiance. Many had dreamt like this, had the corridor that went on forever. There were many reasons to these types of dreams, but she cared not for some sort of explination. She waited, for the dream would morph soon enough. When it did morph, she was among screaming people, fire and death. She shook her head, swiping her hand to her left. The prostetics had come with a nice function, to always be her weapon. Digital data coiled around itself, and within moments a blade of data turned hardened steel rest in her hands. She held onto the hilt and waited. It wasn't long until she saw the creature and how ugly it was. Bladed, stumpy, defective...She smiled. It was perfect for someone like her. Maybe she should give a thanks to those in charge later for picking something so suited to her. She spun her blade by the hilt, waiting for the monster to take charge. It was fast, but her eyes did watch and her body made sure to move forward to meet the monster.
She slid acorss the ground, pivoting at the last second to get out of the way of the monsters frontal assault, flipping over its tail with a downward slash. The first assault, mixed with a second to its hind legs so it would go down quicker. She needed it down, she needed a moment to think and process, and so she took a stab at the monsters tail. It's highest point of damage would be the first thing to be taken down, her metal legs pushing to the right, circling the monsters left so she could keep it moving. She had to beat this fast, she had other things to do. Hopefully she could impress those around her, wondering how the doctors thought of her. For now, she wasn't the best fit in terms of health, but she could get stronger. She made sure not to see the world around her, no matter the fact that it was her mind. Of course it would pick this place...Of course she would have to fight in the worst part of her mind. She hoped to never visit this part again...
ooc: Nott gonna lie, I am having trouble with the whole dice system. I keep reading your post in Europe on how to do it. I see no roll I have to beat, so I am just going to attack? Yeah...Just tell me if I did anything wrong? I'm not used to dice rp. So this is a nice little learning experiance.
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 23 Health: 100/100 Control Limit: 180
The Zerox grinned as it came rocketing through the air, knowing that the man was not going to be able to completely avoid the attack--the Zerox could see it in his eyes. He was afraid, and fear only processed when one knew the inevitable that they could not change, or they believed they could not achieve a successful defence. Either way, if his confidence was shaken, there was no way he would get away from the attack. The man, however, brought up his arms fast enough that when the kick landed it was like the Zerox was kicking steel and it barely even phased the man by the look of it. It might have caused slight bruising, or the arms to feel a little rubbery for a moment, but that was about it. Then suddenly the man burst into action, once again, rocketing forward and letting a powerful slash out horizontally toward the raven core's body. The Zerox swung the staff upwards and used it so that the blade hit the shaft and moved along it, redirecting the strike upward along the length of the staff and away from the core's body. Then as the man whipped around and let the second strike fly the Zerox was prepared for it, slamming the staff over its back so that he was holding it just below the blade and the blunt tip slammed into the ground for support. The Zerox had no time to actually turn its body, so reaching over its own shoulders with the weapon and protecting its back was the only way it could achieve a successful defence. The sword struck against the shaft once again and the Zerox smirked as he looked the man over. "Yamada Satoru. A good name." It stated with the same smirk flickering across its features as it dashed forward once again, whirling the staff above its head before it hopped into the air and brought the crescent blade down hard toward the man's chest, aiming to open up the man's muscles to make movement in any way painful.
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Zerox
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 14 Health: 139/180
Skill: 10 Strength: 8 Defense: 8
Tactical Advantage:Commander: You command the battlefield with superior strategy and intellect, giving your allies an edge in combat. Anyone fighting alongside you gains +5 Defense.
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OOC: Sweet Jesus, I really did jinx you. xD Just remember that your next post is turn 5, so your defence chance is now reduced by 15%. =]
The Scraptor was ready to jump in and tear this woman to shred. It could smell her body, and it wanted nothing more than to consume it. She smelt like she would taste divine--even if there were a few metal bits to get out of the way or that would get stuck in its teeth. It gust gnashed its jaws as it charged, anticipating its next great meal. However, as the tail swung downwards, the woman was able to soar into the air, jumping up and flipping over the tail as it swung down toward her. As she swung her sword down at the tail with two rapid strikes, the core redirected the appendage, using it to come around and actually swat the woman from the air, striking her hard and sending her into the ground. There was fire around them, screaming, and people dying, it was a land akin to what the humans of earth thought "hell" would be. The Scraptor loved it. It had been sure that the assault was over after it had knocked the girl to the ground, but she rose to her feet quickly and blasted forward, striking out again with two quick slashes toward its legs. This time the beast was able to hop to the side to avoid the first strike, but as the blade flashed out once again it struck true, leaving a deep gouge on the Scraptor's leg. It cried out in pain, roaring out its frustration as the blood ran down the back of its leg. Even then, however, the woman didn't stop. What was she? Who was she? How was she moving so quickly, dancing around the Scraptor like it was some sort of chump. It was then that she stabbed at the core's tail once again and it merely tucked its head down and rolled forward, avoiding the strike and the subsequent slash as well. It popped out of the roll, getting to its feet and turned around, facing the woman once again. Its leg burned where the cut had formed, and the core was obviously displeased. But it would not give up here, not like this. It charged forward toward the woman, refusing to let the first strike mean anything. It would cut her down. It jumped into the air and instead of using the tail, as it came down toward her it used its two massive legs to kick at her face, trying to use the feet and the massive nails to give her a gouge of her own.
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Scraptor
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 14 Health: 95/140
Skill: 5 Strength: 13 Defense: 10
Tactical Advantage:Deleter: You have studied hard in the art of combat, and you have become exceedingly proficient at the destruction of your foes, both human and A.I. alike. Your final damage (after defense reductions) is increased by 5%.
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Ippiki-Ookami RP rolled 1 100-sided dice:
15Total: 15 (1-100)
Satoru grunted in disappointment, having hoped his battōjutsu would've landed one hit the very least. Perhaps if he put more strength into his katana, he could actually break through the Zerox's defense; the staff not only serving as an offensive weapon, but a defensive one as well. There was still a tingling in his arms and that might've been causing an issue for his sword handling, but, he would have to shake it off and just try his best, if not push himself a little at this point. As the creature repeated his name and moved to attack him again, Satoru's blue eyes returned to their passive stare as he observed his opponent's movements. It was a straight forward and head on strike, the human soldier crouching then kicking off the ground to jump out of the staff's incoming path toward his chest. Landing several feet away, he slowly stood back up with sword still in hand. He took one step forward and in a flash, he was suddenly in front of the Zerox with his blade raised up in the air. It was set to strike at the feathered beast diagonally, starting from the shoulder and ending at the hip. In another flash, Satoru then disappeared from view or appeared to as he merely moved behind the A.I. and reappeared in mid air. Both hands held his katana above his head, intending to bring it straight down his opponent's skull and down his entire body.
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The Omega Model watched as the strange man landed from the counter that the A.I. Core had implemented. When he had swung the man down toward the ground, he caught himself rather gracefully, like a cat, even if it had caused his arm to painfully twist. He knew how to fight, that was for sure. The Core was certain that this man had fought many battles, and that fighting might even be one of the things that he was made for in life. This made the core happy. It was fighting an opponent who was made to fight--who knew how to fight and who could offer a challenge. This challenge was accepted with glee. As the two fighters backed away from each other to prepare themselves, the Omega Model took an extra bit of time to size the man up, but it did not help him as he charged forward, ready to attack. As the leg came down for the strike, the man managed to move in quickly and use his hands to deflect the leg, at the same time launching a counter-strike on the Model's exposed side. As the palm strike shot forward toward its side, the core used the forward momentum of its leg being deflected downward and launched itself into a front flip, following the direction of the leg. He somersaulted forward through the air, causing the hand to do nothing but glance off the spinning surface of its armor and then it landed on its feet, slightly behind the opponent. However, the man had jumped back a bit and then launched himself forward once again, attacking him after avoiding him with relative ease. The first strike went for its elbow, and as the palm strike came toward the arm, the Omega Model bent backwards and launched a kick upwards towards the attack, blasting the palm strike to the side. As the second one came in the Omega Model swung its body with the momentum of the kick and barrel rolled through the air, landing itself a few feet off to the side and effectively evading the second attack. As the Omega Model landed it immediately swung its machine gun arm up and coldly opened fire with no words and the expressionless face panel. It could only hope the man didn't have enough time to react and was ripped apart by the bullets.
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 14 Health: 120/120
Skill: 8 Strength: 11 Defense: 10
Tactical Advantage:One Person Army: You believe the only benefit of the A.I. Cores is to supplement your body with additional power. You abhor summoning their physical forms. While fighting without summoning an A.I. Core, you gain an additional +10 to all stats. However, if you do summon an A.I. core, you will receive a -10 to all stats instead.
The man was able to easily avoid the incoming attack that the Zerox had aimed for his chest. He had hoped that he would be able to cut him deep--not to mortally wound him, but instead just maim him and make his movements harder--but this seemed it would not be the case. It almost grinned as the man was able to avoid the attack and moved into a position where he could gain his composure. When the man took a slow step forward the bird cocked its head to the side, and then suddenly the man was in front of him, ready to strike. The thing that would likely shock Satoru was that the bird, as he appeared in front of it, already had its staff raised in the air in the exact trajectory of the man's blade. The steel rang off of the staff and the bird grinned as it looked into the man's eyes this time. Then, suddenly he was disappearing again, shifting with speed to move elsewhere. When the man appeared in the air, swinging the blade down toward the Zerox, the A.I. was no longer standing there. The blade cut through nothing but air, and when Satoru landed, the raven core looked at him, standing behind the man. "Your speed is nothing to be scoffed at by the average man. But, you will not be fighting average men, Satoru. You will fight with people more skilled than you have ever imagined. Stronger than you have felt, faster than you have ever seen. You must learn that you are not as skilled as you think you are. Only then can you succeed." The A.I. Core was actually giving the man advice! It liked this swordsman. He seemed capable at the very least. The Zerox was not threatened by him, as he had fought many battles, and his commanding skills gave him much to work with. So as he suddenly stepped towards Satoru, the swordsman would see the raven-like A.I. disappear like he had done, and then suddenly the Zerox was beside him, swinging the scythe upward towards the man's gut, hoping to tear into his stomach with the blade. This would show the man that he was fighting only enemies of equal skill--not regular men. He was no better than those he fought, though his speed was grand in the realm of men--here it was only normal.
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 14 Health: 139/180
Skill: 10 Strength: 8 Defense: 8
Tactical Advantage:Commander: You command the battlefield with superior strategy and intellect, giving your allies an edge in combat. Anyone fighting alongside you gains +5 Defense.
Fae reacted before the AI even landed. Turning and moving towards it. The AI landed a bit farther away and them brought up its gun, but it was already too late. Moving quickly Fae lowered his body but maintained his current rate of speed sending himself into a frontal slide towards the AI's feet. Mid slide Fae slapped the ground next to him as hard as he could pushing off of the gravelly surface and using the forward momentum to pull himself back upright just in time to send a palm strike upwards onto the underside of the gun arm. This attack would deal no damage as it only redirected the nose of the machine gun upwards effectively clearing Fae from the line of fire. With the gun pointed upwards Fae back stepped and twisted his body sideways so that he basically back stepped around the AI so their backs were touching.
It was too much to contain anymore. If the battle continued like this both Fae and the AI could would soon become exhausted and the true moment of death would set in. This thought angered Faelan beyond anything else at that moment. An AI was not even an opponent that could be placed within his mind. Even though he felt no hatred for them, before the battle at Sanctuary he could take on five easily enough. He might have not been able to kill them, but he could repel them easy enough. Now this was his strength? “I apologize for what is about to happen, but your destruction was assured the moment I was chosen as your opponent.” The words where still devoid of emotion, but the slightest bit of unbridled hostility washed over them. The mask's mental effects were wearing off, and with his mind made up they were only fading faster. Fae's hand trembled as he reached up and pulled the mask down off his jaw letting it rest upon his neck. A sinister grin now parting his lips.
The first real noticeable thing was the various scars that ran up his jaw line, as one split his lips and stopped just under the nose. It created a evil feel when combined with the grin. His teeth had been sharpened and filed so that his canines appeared more animal like than before. It was the only feature of his more feminine appearance that seemed to be in contrast. Fae walked forwards calmly. The once previous tense muscles and over all feel of an actual fight was now gone. Turning his head from side to side a popping sound emanated from his neck. “It feels like it has been a while sine I've stretched my legs this much. This body has become weak. Wait.” Faelan looked around real quick and then a slight chuckle reverberated in the pit. “I see.” The way he walked, talked, and acted seemed much different than before. “I suppose we should end this quickly or else I'll be pretty angry at myself.” After walking half way around the perimeter of the pit Fae turned and faced the AI once more his eyes showing a more cold, hateful, resolve laying just behind his golden eyes, but it wasn't directed at the AI or anything in particular it was just held there within his eyes like a brightly polished black pearl. The red tattoos under his eyes were even more prevalent now with the more sinister shift in personality. “It seems you were a very unlucky being in the end. However my mother told me once that you AI's never really die after this process is completed, is that true? If so I might very well be the lucky one.” Once more he chuckled.
Faelan bolted forward before the AI could even answer the question. In truth he didn't care. The emotions needed to care were no longer within him. Only that which was needed for survival lived within him now. Anger and hatred sustained him, but they no longer held something to focus on. Those within Sanctuary are dead. The AI there had all been killed. That left him with nothing to pursue. A hunter without a prey. Instead he chose to focus all of the pent up hatred in a singular weapon to use against all and any foe who stood before him. When Faelan was only a legs length away he dropped and used the forward moment to bring his body forward like a break dancer in a full leg sweep aimed at the knee joints of the AI. Two more attacks would also be launched afterwards in quick succession a full powered palm strike aimed at the abdomen followed up by another palm strike aimed upwards, much like a boxers uppercut, towards what was the AI's face.
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OOC: Got a bit winded there, but it was needed to explain the change in personality. SORRY. D;
Missed again. The Zerox was certainly living up to it's ranking status from what he researched; Satoru being well aware that it continuously calculated his every move and strategized a way to fight back against them. It was only further proven as it mimicked his flash step and disappeared from his view. Cold eyes scanned from left to right first then instantaneously all the way to the corner of his peripheral vision. He still couldn't see the creature directly, but he knew it stood behind him for it's presence was heavy as it loomed over him. He was about to jump away, but the feather beast then spoke again, although more than just his name this time. The human soldier stood still, keeping his head facing forward with back unwisely turned to the enemy, but the Zerox had the attention of his ears. It confided to young man about him, Satoru processing it's words and giving them some thought for a moment.
He knew his strengths and weaknesses, his freedom and limitation, his advantages and disadvantages. Even with the intensive training he went through prior to this test and carrying the confidence that he had with him, he knew he couldn't let it get to his head. The second he did, he was endangering himself to getting hurt or worse, killed. While this may have been the human soldier's first one on one fight, he knew first hand how dangerous Cores were and just what they were capable of doing. The turmoil, the bloodshed, the screams. . .his father. . . After he and his mother arrived at the drop off, B.A.I.T.E.R.s had difficulty eliminating that Core that broke through; dismantling it yet it still had the will to fight. His mother was given minor wounds and he nearly lost his life.
Bringing himself back to reality, there was a sudden rush of wind to his left. Eyes darted to the Zerox and the incoming swing of his crescent staff. Using both his sheath and sword, he blocked the curved blade and prevented it from slicing him into two. Staring at the Raven seriously and not angrily did he decide to speak."I know and that's why I can't lose. I must defeat you whatever it takes. Only then will I advance forward and at the end of the process, you are going to help me succeed, wise one."As if almost building his energy up, the power was sent to both his arms and pushed with great force against the Zerox that would have him go airborne, though only some feet above the actual ground. Slipping his sheath back to his side, he dashed forward to easily catch up with the A.I. while still in mid air. Blade was aiming to cross over his chest and in another flash, Satoru then stood behind the A.I. waiting as he held his sword straight out to skewer the Raven.
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 20 Health: 212/220 Control Limit: 156
Slow...Slow! Slow! Slow! Slow! She thought it so hard it almost flashed across her visor and blinded her. This creature was slow and she felt like a fool to even be facing such a thing. She was going easy on it, she had to be! She had to be better! She had to be stronger! No creature alive was going to make her go down so easily! She enjoyed the connected attacks, the blood from her enemy. You'll pay... She thought, not saynig a word in hindsight of her dreams being monitored. They lived in that age. Was it not possible? Even if it was or wasn't, She made sure to hide her half smile as she drew blood from the creature. It got her too excited to the point where she had missed a strike and gotten slammed into the ground by its tail. For some reason though, she enjoyed it. She wanted it, for she didn't die. It was a weak hit...She felt nothing...And yet she felt everything. She was back on her feet striking and ready as the core jumped into the air. Does it think an attack like that will work against me? She thought, finding it odd to be able to think inside a thought. Her feet went into action, her stomach burning from the inside. The wound was nice and fresh so she should play it safe, yet her handle on her weapon showed she had no mentality to make herself not go blow for blow with this creature. I'll trap you. I'll trap them all, and then i'll kill them all! She thought, her legs sending her back, just far enough out of reach of the core's legs.
When she came back, she went for what seemed to be another circle around the core. Of course, when she went for the monsters right, she immediatly jumped, leaping to its other side. He blade drew across the monsters neck, not stopping for another swipe when she reached the ground. She had to be harder, she had to hit faster. The rush of blood made her clothes red but her eyes glowed the same faint color. She took off, going down the monsters body with her blade, swinging at the tail for the fourth swipe. Every moment counted, and she couldn't give the monster space, not in the slightest. Another hind leg would feet her sword and then she leapt again, slashing at the other leg. "I would ask you to submit, but you don't seem to have the mindset to do that" Her voice thick with the yearning to murder this creature. It was a test, only a display but her face changed...It was almost sadistic. She wanted the creature to last, to be cut apart and decimated by her blade. "Please, don't die so quickly. I've not had enough fun..." Her eyes were wide, even as she moved, making sure to zig-zag back away from the core. She wanted to easy hits to come from the monster.
ooc: Work sucks! I hope I can do thissss. Also feel like i'm not going to get an attack ; u;
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Stats
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 23 Health: 86/100 Control Limit: 180
