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Corrinne felt her heart jump as the Reaper Staff connected with the Witch Doctor’s neck. Watching gleefully as the lizard creature tumbled away from the impact. She wanted to leap with joy on the battlefield but she restrained herself. Two loud blasts sounded behind her and Corrinne knew that Thre made her follow up attack. Expecting it to make contact with the intended target Corrinne was surprised when the Witch Doctor easily evaded the projectiles. Perhaps Corrinne’s attack put the creature on its guard. To say that Corrinne’s ego blew up from the one successful hit she made was an understatement. She was positively thrilled! Intoxicated by the high of dealing damage to a creature she absolutely despised. The Reaper Crab reveled from the euphoria now flowing through Corrinne’s veins and it demanded more. ‘More, More, More!’

Eagerly she watched her opponent waver as it dashed toward her in a fatigued manner. Sensing its resolve she loosened her muscles to move fluidly away from the first attack to her head. The expression on the creatures face was unmistakable, its vanity bruised, furious, spent, clinging to its mission. A low laugh escaped Corrinne’s lips as she evaded the second attack to her chest coolly. Blocking his staff with hers. For an instant she looked down at their weapons and marveled at the Reaper Staff. The thorns protruding from its surface, the hard green shell, the exuberant glow. It appeared to be as thrilled as she was on how the battle was progressing.

More than half of their opponents were dead and Kawaguchi now aided Ilya in his battle. She no longer heard the distressing sob from the small boy. Instead she could sense a new focus from that side of the battlefield.

Still worried for the young girl fighting beside her, she wished that Thre would just back down but she knew that wasn’t going to happen. She was a fighter, Corrinne couldn’t criticize her for this trait, and it was a good one to have in battle.

She was beginning to understand her own fighting style a little more. Hesitant to battle but once in – she was in! Remembering back to her two previous battles, both began the same way – tentatively testing her adversary’s strengths and weaknesses – then once she gained some confidence, she began to enjoy the fight thoroughly. It was a strange realization. Knowing that she usually abhorred violence. But she couldn’t feel that it was an unwelcomed acknowledgement.

All this seemed but an instant in Corrinne’s mind as she returned her attention to the Witch Doctor. Dipping her staff quickly in the direction of the Witch Doctor’s crotch in what would be an excruciating attack if it landed. She quickly leapt away and laughed giddily. She wanted to make some distance between her and the Witch Doctor after such a cocky attack.

Suddenly the image of Dal’Mori appeared in her mind. Corrinne knew Dal’Mori would probably never approve of this but at this point what choice did she have. He was so angry with her. She didn’t know if they would ever be able to understand the differences in the other. His long history of fighting and studying to be a warrior, she could never catch up to his knowledge on the subject in the time she was given. She would have to improvise and this seemed to be her way of doing it.

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The Witch Doctor cursed, unable to do much as far as this battle went. It still didn’t manage to do any damage to any of the fowl humans it battled. And yet, it was so incredibly close to death it wasn’t fair. It wasn’t funny. With a frown, the creature went through all of its attacks, angry that it wasn’t hitting with any of them. The woman landing an attack really put an edge on the creature. Not a good one, either. It was beginning to feel less than worthless, feeling like it was the end of things as it knew.

The womans next attack got it, too. Smacking it one way and the other with that stupid staff of hers. It smacked the thing up, knocking some good sense out of it. The thing stumbled slightly, moving to the side to hold its head. Damn it… This really wasn’t looking good for them. As it staggered, it just barely noticed that the girl was coming at it. It managed to see the girl by sheer luck, making an attempt to roll out of the way before anything significant could actually happen. The girl shot at it, aiming for the creature’s chest. It would have been a simple end, a pop in the chest, a pop in the head. But it didn’t want that for itself. The first attack missed, thankfully. Either she didn’t aim well, or it had moved just fast enough to get out of the way. It would never know, eyes still dancing with lights and stars. God, what was happening… It shook, suddenly feeling the full weight of the cold and loss it was dealing with. It was going to lose, that much it knew.

So, when the thing looked up, seeing the little girls gun in its face, it didn’t flinch. It didn’t move, and it didn’t fear what was going to happen. It was the end, something that was bound to happen to any and all. Even it, even the Harbinger, even the Queen. The girl shot it in the head, its body falling to the ground with one final thud. Moments later, the creature’s body faded into code, green and yellow words and numbers flying into the air, forming into a small floating orb. It bobbed there, ready to be taken. Or, worse, ready to be absorbed.


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Suddenly things looked very bleak and were quickly snowballing out of control.

The Witch Doctor died, which removed its ability from the playing field. Leaving her weaker, which was never a good sign. It also left her alone, which was even worse. Her gaze didn't linger on the fallen corpse of her comrade, at this stage in the game, she couldn't afford it. Instead, she kept tabs on her own fight.

Her composure was gone. She no longer felt confident to essentially masturbate all over the battlefield while fighting these people. They were turning out to be far stronger than she could have ever anticipated.

The kid managed to dodge her attacks again even! She knew which of his things was his core! He was new! It should have been simple to kill him and send him into the sweet embrace of death!

She brushed off his attack as if it were meaningless.

The tall one, that lit up like the fireworks at human celebrations, was coming at her now and she couldn't afford to ignore the man who destroyed the two strongest members of their group.

Unfortunately, it turned out that the man was skilled beyond reason. He moved so swiftly, so well, that every single one of his attacks landed. She took a painful slice to her ribs, causing blood to begin gushing out and her to scream in pure agony.

His hits hurt!

Another shot to her abdomen, slicing her almost down the middle. How she managed to survive the attack was beyond her. It was followed by another terrible screech of pain.

When he came in for the finisher she could do nothing about it, her body frozen in pain. Her head toppled away from her body, before falling into two pieces. Shortly thereafter, her body digitilized, and turned into code.


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Threigze Fionsi
Bez truda, ne vitashish i ribku iz pruda.

As she planted her foot to be able to aim the final shot, she felt an all too familiar thrill run down her spine, and start filling her blood. Her eyes took in the sight of a successful kill happening before her once again, by her own hand.

The first shot had missed, just barely. She couldn't tell if it was because her aim was off, or because the stupid lizard had moved fast enough to get out of the way. Either way, it missed. However, the distraction of the first shot allowed her to get right inside his guard.

This meant her second shot was a direct hit. A kill shot.

She felt accomplishment. There was a thrumming beat in her veins, coupled with rapid breathing. It was pure exhilaration. She looked up at the sky as snow continued to fall down from it. This was her calling. Battle was handcrafted for her. Or rather, she was handcrafted for it. All those years she wanted to disagree with those thrice damned scientists, and here she was, proving them absolutely correct.

She couldn't find it in herself to care, though, for an instant later her attention was ripped towards Ilya.

She got to witness the final enemy fall to the sword of her current crush, and for one brief moment, she felt bad for Alex, because nothing he could do could ever be that sexy.

Then again, Alex was cute. That's what he had going for him.

Though, watching Akio hug Ilya, it could be argued the man had cuteness too.

She took a step or two towards Ilya, only to sneer slightly at the fact that he went to Corrinne next. Though truth be told, she couldn't find it in her to be too mad at the woman. She had held her own through that whole fight and even survived the mission. Something Thre hadn't done her first time out. So she made sure to catch Corrinne's eye, while she was hugging Ilya, and offered her a short nod of respect.

She sincerely hoped the woman didn't look too far into it.

When Ilya came her way, she could no longer hold herself back and rushed forward. They met halfway, and she picked him up, a delighted laugh coming from her lips. They had survived! They fought and survived! "We did it! You were amazing!"

For one moment they basked in each other's presence, elated by their combined survival.

Then everything came to pieces when they realized that there was still work to be done. However, first thing was first, she wanted to get that new power. Turning inward as she walked towards the insane A.I.'s orb. Even now she could hear that terrible laughter. 'You ready for this Summer?'

'As I'll ever be.'

Despite knowing what her host's intentions were, Summer was nervous. This was something A.I.s could do if they bested another. It was often how the weak grew strong. However, she had never tried to do that, preferring to remain away from other A.I.s. What if her personality wasn't strong enough?

She let none of this bleed through to her host. The little girl was amazing but very correct. This core ability would better suit her, and it was stronger than her current form. Those two facts combined made it a very practical decision.

Thre reached the floating orb and seemed to just instinctively know what to do. She reached out and touched the orb, and began to draw it into her person, meanwhile trying to hold the things personality at bay.

This turned out to be a lot harder than she imagined. The monster was well and truly insane. There was no rhyme or reason to its thoughts. There was nothing for it to find funny, and yet it still laughed. It delighted in the fight for its existence, instead of fought with an expected fury. All of these facts meant the transfer of cores took a lot longer than one might expect.

In fact, it was very evident things were not as easy as you might expect, for while she stood there attempting to absorb this core but expel its personality, her body kept shifting. Her arms turned into the various weapons at her disposal. Her skin randomly grew armor, and then removed it.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the whole process was over, and the core was absorbed into her body. Thre probed her mind cautiously, hoping everything worked out for the best. 'Summer?'

'I am still here Thre. Just very, very tired.'

With that Summer grew quiet, but Thre did not mind. She still had her friend, and now that friend was stronger and would make her stronger.

She turned to take stock of the situation and barely managed to catch the sight of a retreating Ilya. Apparently, someone was grievously injured or something, and he felt a desperate need to save them. This left the rest of the survivors to herself, Akio and Corrinne.

She turned to the leader of the mission, Akio, and put aside the squirmy feeling that birthed in her stomach. People's lives were now on the line, and she couldn't afford to be distracted. Despite the fact that she could still see his muscles through that jacket he was wearing.

"What should we do now?"





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❅❄❅⋅⋩⋩ Ложный утенок

Ilya felt strange on his way back to the portals. It was… tingly? Yes, he felt tingly and queasy as he walked, suddenly unsure of where he was going. Where was he? What was going on? The boy stumbled, falling over to one side. He attempted to catch himself, putting a hand off to the side to find a wall. Missing completely the first time, Ilya fell into the wall, barely catching himself before his face caught the corner. What in the hell was happening? All he could hear was faint muffled cries, people trying to speak to him, and the dull sense of people trying to make sure he was okay. He felt, he wasn’t quite sure at this point, but he thought he felt someone pick him up. The touch felt like he was feeling it through a thick piece of leather, dull and barely there.

He tried to force words out of his mouth, but he was unsure if the sound even came out. He could feel himself tremble, but he could feel nothing else. SOon, he could hear nothing, and his vision blurred to be able to see nothing but shapes. What…. What was happening? He tried to contact Gavriil, but even then he could feel nothing. Hear nothing. The small boy was frightened down to his toes, the only thing he really knew was that he was being carried. But soon, he didn’t even know that. He only knew blackness and cold.

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Taking in a deep breath, the transformation was complete. Finally. The mimic ran its fingers through its new hair. Soft, fluffy, thick, and strangely close to being white. Reaching its hands in front of it, it took stock on the body it was copying. It was healthy, fit, and very young. Clearly only about a decade old. It looked down at the boy on the floor, taking in the unconscious form. No one would suspect a child of sabotage. It was absolutely the perfect cover. With a grin the AI looked up at its companions, flicking its head to the side. “Take him back. There’s no need for him now.” The others nodded, lifting the body with ease off to keep the body safe so they could preserve the memory link. Now, where was the boy heading the time he was picked up? The AI tilted its head, sifting through memories. Aww, it was out with friends on a mission. How adorable. And he seemed to have saved a life! Was a sweet child. The thing laughed, walking out of the nurse room they made the switch in. Waving at one of the nurses, the mimic smiled and assured him he was okay to leave. A nurse followed soon after the mimic, stating exactly what the boy had just done. “It was just a strange fainting spell, it seems. He’s cleared to go back out. Just wait a day before you go on another mission, okay? Adults can’t even handle three in a day.” The woman smiled kindly at the mimic.

She was one too. There were a lot around the base, they just hadn’t made their move yet. “Thanks! I’m just going to go check on my friends! They just finished their mission, too!” He said, his voice incredibly chipper. And with that, he was finally off to go back to the Polar Gates. He needed to, for the time being, keep up the appearance that he was a child with friends he deeply cared about. So, he was going to finish off the day exactly how Ilya would have. Check on his friends, then go home and eat a nice meal with his mother, then finally hang out with Thre for a good long while.

So, the little boy walked to the portal room, zooming right back into the Gates where he knew the others still were. He then ran all the way back to where the mimic remembered the terminal to be, where he knew the others would remain. He saw Thre first, waving at her the moment he got back to her. Akio was gone, though, making him c**k his head to the side. “Where’s Kawa?” the mimic asked, his voice curious. It seemed they were still normal people, so he kept up the act of being an innocent child. Looking down he made note of the group of people who were still barely holding onto life from the AI attacks. The mimic felt glee at seeing all the pain, but the little boy would have felt intense sorrow. The mimic frowned, wearing a sad expression on his face. “We need to get these people back… They need help…”

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