The Worker was so damn sure that this man would be done in this time--he was so damn sure that it almost broke its heart. There was an issue here--a huge issue, and the Worker no longer knew how it could possibly deal with it. How could it actually manage to put this man down? How could the Worker defeat an opponent that was outnumbered horribly, and still managing to leave the battle without a god damn scratch!? Not even that, but the people that were with him were able to make attacks on them while they were busying themselves with this b*****d! If he was dead, there wouldn't be an issue! If he wasn't here, the four of them could have crushed the other two and moved along without problems, but NO, this a*****e had to ******** everything up. The Worker was...well...starting to get a little worked up, if it were to be honest with itself. The man was getting under its skin, and it didn't like it one bit. As it slid in, attempting to deliver a crushing kick to the man's knee, he somehow managed to pull the arm of the Royal Guard down to meet his sliding kick, and when his foot hit the mobile suit of armour, the hollow clang that followed was thunderous as it rang out within the hollow body of the Royal Guard. But even if he had managed to block the kick, he was still going to--oh god. When he appeared behind Acel to strike him, the man was already turning in the midst of his whirlwind of defensive action. Before the Worker could get the strike off, the man's fist was already coming quick and furious as it landed square into his forehead and sent him flipping back onto his a**, staring up at the ceiling completely dazed by it.
How was he doing it? The Worker's anger slowly became sadness as he sat there, trying to will himself back to his feet. What was the point!? What was the point of even fighting this monster? And, after Acel had undergone his impromptu transformation, the Worker understood everything perfectly. So, this man was some sort of hybrid was he? A creature instead of a man--welcome in neither of the worlds. If this news got out, he would be hunted by his own kind, he was sure...maybe that was the true purpose here. If the Worker escaped he could begin a civil war! As he thought of this, a smile spread to his face, and he watched as the Royal Guard came forward, attempting to strangle the b*****d to death. The Quazzar was also aiming to spray its disgusting corrosive material onto the man's face. The Worker could only jump into the fray once more and pray that they would finally do some damage to this b*****d. Draw blood on him and make sure that he was put down and out of this fight. The Worker flexed its fingers as it readied itself and then it launched itself forward toward Acel, ripping its hand towards Acel's back once again, trying to slam its hand into the man's spine hard enough to fracture a disc or two, but instead of changing his positioning the second strike came instantly after in the same spot, his fist crushing down for a second consecutive blow, attempting to pummel the man's spine in one spot enough to shatter it.
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The Worker
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 115 Health: 860/860
Skill: 80 Strength: 90 Defense: 60
Tactical Advantage:Phantom Strikes - You have gained the speed required to move across the battlefield like a ghost. As long as you strike the opponent you have the least number of attacks against, and you have more than one attack, you may re-direct one strike to a different opponent.
The Trooper didn't know what to think. He had watched as the blonde male seemed to do things that he had never seen a human do. He was fast and quick, dodging all their attacks. He even diverted it's lightening by using his sword like a rod. If that didn't annoy the Trooper, nothing would. Acting like his attack was nothing. Of course the Trooper was stunned again when he saw the human transform, feeling a power that wasn't fully out yet. This was only a portion. Now this human was barely one, his entire coloration had changed to something to be feared.
The Trooper looked over at the other humans to see their reactions to their comrades sudden change. It seemed the black haired male didn't even notice as he came charging toward it. It quickly avoided the sword with ease. The Trooper raised it's hand, sending a small electrical charge through the sword, going up it and onto his arms, causing the hairs on his entire body to stick up. Even his long black hair stood at end from the charge. It wouldn't cause damage, just cause some tingling. The Trooper gave a noise of disgust. “Why do you keep trying, out of nine attacks you have thrown at me, none of them have hit me. Your partner hit me at every turn and he wasn't after me in the beginning. Compared to him, you're pathetic.” With that, the Trooper turned and started at the ex-blonde male.
He could see that the worker was shaken by what happened. It couldn't blame him. But it seemed he came to his senses and went charging at the odd male once again, going after the male's spine. That was good spot to try. The Trooper through, went for the head with a first of lightening again. No point in changing now, the black haired male wasn't worth his time, not like this one. Once he went down, then the Trooper would turn it's attention to the male that so desperately wanted it. It truly was pathetic.
Tactical Advantage:Acupuncturist: Your blows hit pressure points, causing the foe to move slower and be less proficient with their attacks. When you deal damage, the foe suffers a -2 to their Strength stat for the rest of the fight.
Sarah felt a change, she couldn't describe it. It happened after she had hit the Quazzar again. It felt good to finally be getting a hit in on the creature. She was truly falling deeper into depression when she kept missing. But now she was staring at a completely different thing. She had watched as Acel dodged the attacks, spinning faster and faster to inhuman speeds. Then she felt heat, staring a man that stood where Acel had stood just seconds ago. He had black hair and his eyes danced with flames that seemed to give off a light of their own. She took a step back, fear reaching the back of mind. “Wh...what....?” What had just happened? What happened to Acel? The voice sounded so different, like their was more than one speaking the same words at once.
Keep your distance Princess. I don't know what's going on, but that's definitely not Acel and I am not going to say he's a friend until proven otherwise. You alright Midas? Sarah didn't need to ask who Midas was. She knew, Acel told her. Hopefully Midas could help them solve this sudden development. He was the one inside Acel's head, not her. Her only connection to his mind was the Guard who could speak to him. Maybe Midas could tell him what happened. Just keep fighting, he seems to be on our side for now. The Guard said. Sarah nodded, glancing over at Akio, becoming stunned once again. Akio's hair was sticking at end. If she wasn't so afraid of Acel right now, she would have busted into laughter in the middle of the fight. But Acel, or whoever that man was, had her shaken too badly to respond normally.
Sarah turned her attention back to the Quazzar, who seemed unfazed by what had just transpired and continued to attack with the rest. Their attacks remained on the man that stood where Acel had. That was probably why they kept attacking him, because Acel could do, well whatever he had just done. Though she couldn't say she was happy to see it. It chilled her to the bone despite the heat coming from him. Sarah threw the knife she held in her hand, feeling a little foolish to think that the cores would attack her at all with such a power inside the man. Angel of Despair if she heard right. Even the name made her want to keep her distance. She shuddered, snapping her fingers, catching the three knives as they came back to her. She caught them effortlessly, throwing all three once again, one at a time this time instead of all three at once. She would get better accuracy this way, she knew that. She waited for the knives to either hit the Quazzar or the wall beyond it before snapping her fingers once again this time moving her hand so that one of the knives would strike the Quazzar on it's journey back to her.
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 89 Health: 660/660 Control Limit: 712
Skill: 68 [78] Strength: 50 Defence: 60 [70]
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Tank - Level 1 - You gain 10 extra Defense. However, you also receive a -5% to your defensive chances.
The damage to Acel's body was extreme. He had pushed the structure of it so far past its human potential that the muscles and flesh had torn on the inside and his body was internally bleeding. The repairs were almost as quick as the damage itself was taking place--but it was lagging behind while it was happening--unable to fully complete its recovery until the man stood still for a few moments. He breathed heavily, the fatigue of what he was doing to himself completely and totally taking over as he laughed. He laughed because he could taste his own blood in his mouth. He laughed because he could feel the horribly ache throughout his entire body. He laughed because he WAS. He was alive. He was moving, feeling, thinking--he was FREE. This was the beginning and the end of the man Acel Belgarde. The beginning and the end of the Angel of Despair. This was the most important moment of his entire life, and Acel was not there to guide himself toward the right path--towards salvation from the depravity in which would clutch at his very mind. His laughter sputtered off into light chuckles as he caught his breath. He had hit the Royal Guard twice--both of the strikes had been unleashed with such fury that the Guard could not hope to stop them. The first had torn a gouge into the armour across its chest, and the second had wedged the blade so deep into his side that a gaping hole was now there. An easy target.
"Do you feel it? The fear? The sinking feeling in your guts that tells you you won't make it...that begs of you to ask the question 'why should I bother trying'?" The sick grin covered his face once again and he laughed, his hand coming up and gripping at his own skin and hair, caught in such a violent wave of ecstasy that he could barely control his own body as he gripped the front of his blackened hair. "Acel? Come on, Acel! You can hear me, I know it! You're still in there...you just need to...come back. You're not this person...you are better...him....strong...r....th...him..."Acel's eyes snapped open, his grin still savagely slashed from ear to ear as the Royal Guard suddenly lurched forward and attempted to grab him by the neck. The arm came close, but he licked his lips, running his tongue over his canines and savouring the moment before his blade shot upwards and deflected the armoured being's arm. Then, as the Guard was defended against, the Quazzar had already made its attack, spitting its glob of acid toward him. Acel quickly dodged, dropping and rolling to the side easily as the acidic substance splashed down onto the ground not far from where he had been. He heard the E-Trooper talking to Akio, and he almost laughed. It was true--Akio was failing to land many hits on the badly wounded enemy, and it would likely be causing him great distress, or self-doubt. At least Acel hoped it was. The lines on Acel's face shifted like writhing legs of a dying spider, and his dancing eyes fell on the Asian stud. "It's got a point, Akio. Even the little girl is managing to do a better job than you are! Where's your fighting spirit? Perhaps you should have stayed an engineer afterall." Acel spat, taunting the man, and stating his given name in a drawn out manor, showing that he was intentionally using it and not just forgetting.
At this point the Worker was getting back to his feet--just recovering from the horrible defeat--having been stopped at every corner so far in the fight. He was supposed to be strong, and here he was being trampled on by some filthy human. He would not have any more of it! It could not be! The Worker shot forward once again, with gusto, coming at Acel's back as he had done before. But Acel was prepared for it, and he whirled around to face the man's first strike, swinging both blades down to meet his arm, but as the blades both came down, Acel's stomach dropped. In his own arrogance, Acel had used both swords in the single defence and left himself open for the simultaneous attack. The man's first attack was blocked, sure, but even as the swords hit his arm the man vanished and he was behind him once again, the second attack smashing down into his back with such force that Acel was hurled forward and into the ground, sending the lightning that was aimed for his head off into the wall of the underground. He gasped for breath on the ground, feeling his head swimming from the pain that crawled up his spinal chord. He thought himself paralysed, but as he lay there, his spine rearranged itself, piecing itself back together far quicker than the average baiter. He bit his lip thought as he stood up, slowly, his movements sluggish, considering his spine had just been in multiple pieces. He winced as he narrowed his eyes, the anger only building further as the steam around his body seemed to grow more intense. The skin on his hands and small spots on his cheeks began to peel, burning away from the intensity of the heat. He was taking on the visage from his nightmares. He had seen the skinless monster who killed his family...himself...his mind swam once again, clawing at itself to end the madness.
"Sarah! Guard! Stay away from him! He's dangerous. It's Acel...but...it's not Acel. It's hard to explain. He's been protected by baiter from himself...he's...he's not exactly human. But he can come back! You've just got to get this b*****d out of his head. He's smart enough to know that the A.I. won't stop until he's dead, so he will kill them first, but when they are down, waste no time. You need to direct the current from your Code Cores--flow your code into his body, and into the code core in his heart. I will use the energy to re-take his--""Silence!!" Acel's dark, twisted voice boomed out across the room, the echoes as if he were more--multiple people--legion--bounced around and sounded like an audience was demanding quiet. Then Acel ground his teeth together, snarling viciously as he looked at friend and foe alike. It might work--the stupid Obelion's plan. If they could stop him from killing them, that was. Acel smirked as he looked to the Royal Guard. That would be the first nuisance to take care of. He was, after all, almost down. He brought his hand up and rubbed his temple, clicking his jaw as the headache began to crush through his brain. He wouldn't lose the battle for this body. He lurched forward and went toward the Royal Guard once more, his legs pumping as he shot toward the enemy who had attempted to choke him. "I'll be taking that!" He snapped as his sword flashed forward from his strong hand, attempting to cleave through the A.I.'s arm that he had used to try to grab Acel just moment before. And then as soon as the sword flashed upwards he spun and brought the other sword down towards the gap in the enemy's side, attempting to slam the sword into the gap and reef downward to tear the hole in its side open dangerously wide. the skin peeling from his cheeks had grown wider, and his fingers were skinless as he gripped his sword, ready to cut down every living thing around him, though the progression of the damage to his own body was slowing, the strike that had been landed against him offering him a small bit of clarity, though not enough to break through the Angel's control.
Attacking Royal Guard x2
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 96 Health: 573/840 Control Limit: 768
Skill: 60 [63] Strength: 74 [77] Defence: 58 [61]
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Battleground Proficiency - Level 4 - You gain +8% to all defense chances, and your opponents receive -8% to their defensive chances against you.
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Turn 6
Akio gritted his teeth. Inside his chest, he could feel his heart pounding. Everything was wrong. Everything was going wrong. Anger slowly crept through him like a chill as the hits failed to land, his sword being blocked with ease. He had been beaten before, yes, but this was a real fight. While his life didn’t quite depend on it, he still felt the necessity of winning. While this didn’t strike fear into him, he could feel his cold logical mind shake with emotion. Anger, to be precise. A combination of anger and hatred that made him only want to fight harder. Still, nothing was attacking him, but the words that damn E-Trooper had said to him struck him like he could have been. He let out a sharp breath, almost fuming as he was told he was pathetic. Worthless. Should have remained an engineer. Words he had heard before. Not only from others, but from himself. When the Acel before him met his eyes, he did not feel fear, nor did he feel that worthlessness that he knew that the man wanted to push into him. No, he felt pity and anger. This wasn’t Acel anymore. It was something that didn’t belong here, and didn’t belong in his mind long enough to cause him to feel anything but anger.
Akio let out a sound that could only be described as a bitter laugh. He had already been through enough ‘despair’ as this thing had called it. It wasn’t Acel. Acel was an adorable man who simply wanted to do his best, and Akio realized this. The man called himself the Angel of Despair, but all he saw was a phantom agony. No, he could still do this. He had to. Giving up would mean that he had accepted defeat, proving his father was right, and it meant that he would never be forgiven. So, Akio turned back to face his enemy that did not believe in him and grinned. “Don’t worry about me, Ducky.” Akio said, spitting out the nickname he had for Acel knowing full well that the Angel wanted to provoke him. There was a teasing tone in his normally even voice, though under the teasing was a growl that couldn’t be mistaken. It was his anger. Controlled and cool like a winter chill, freezing the dew on the trees in the morning. The thing about Akio was that when he was pushed, he pushed back. And that was what he did. He didn’t care about the fact that he was getting tired, nor about his continued misses on the E-Trooper. As long as he continued, he would be okay. The team would be okay.
He could feel a small hum in the back of his head, one that said that his AI was trying to talk to him. For once, he let it. ‘That thing you’re fighting, I know you want to replace me with it, but there’s something you must know.’ The crab spoke to him, communicating through the normal telepathic connection that Baitr’s had with their AI. Akio readied an attack as he listened, stooping into a crouch as he shot himself forward into another head on strike. ‘This fight is dangerous. I’m not as intelligent as you want me to be, but there’s something the dog, Midas, wants to tell you. I can’t hear him properly, but I can hear…. something.’ It was actually the first time he had ever heard the Crushtacean talk to him, but he knew it would more than likely be his last. The thing was right, he did want to replace it, but it still wanted to help him….. So he’d grant him that, in the very least.
‘Alright. See if you can reach out to his AI. If not, Sarah’s Guard. I don’t know how these things work, but do what you can.’ Akio’s sword met once again with the E-Trooper, his mind now racing. He still felt the anger forcing his heart to pound a mile a minute, but that only made him think clearer. With one attack down, Akio took a step back, twisting the sword in his hand. Their first priority was to kill the AI’s and the Worker who were currently attacking them, yes… But with the way things were currently going, Akio knew that there was a possibility of Acel turning on them once the others were dead. Once again, he gritted his teeth. There had to be a way to stop him, to make him Ducky again. He was lacking information, and he knew that….. Perhaps things would be easier if the Crushtacean could get through to someone. If Ducky’s AI could get through, hopefully his could. It was all he could hope for at the moment.
So, Akio attacked again, swinging his sword at what he hoped was an opening created by the E-Trooper when he attacked Acel. He didn’t care what the stupid thing said about how pathetic he was. He didn’t care that he had only ever gotten one hit in, and that Acel did the rest of the damage. He didn’t care at all. If he stopped, then he would have lost his fight. ‘Shadows fall, and hope has fled. Steel your heart, the dawn will come.’ Of course, he knew that. And he could feel his Crushtacean reaching out as he swung his blade, feeling the tempered steel strike against the AI he was attacking. Make a difference, move forward. Keep on trying.
His attacks were swift, his resolve still as strong as his blade. With one last strike, he attacked again, going in to make a powerful blow. If these attacks didn’t hit, that would be fine. He didn’t care that everything else thought him pathetic, he knew he wasn’t. And he’d keep moving, fighting, and dancing with his blade until he drew his last breath for good. It was the least he could do. ‘Bare your blade, and raise it high. Stand your ground, the dawn will come.’ Yes…. He could fight with these people and win. He knew he could.
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 94 Health: 660/660 Control Limit: 752
The Royal Guard had been filled with the need to strike out at Acel--the need to hit the man and to drag him down with the other A.I.. The need to win the battle no matter the cost--but in the end, when the man's reflexes won over the Royal Guard's attack once more, knocking the arm away like it was nothing, the Royal Guard's resolve began to waver. The man's sword had already cut him deeply twice--it had rendered the armour around its side and chest useless, and it had butchered the E-Trooper's armour as well. The man was a demon...a beast that could not be controlled or caged...or stopped. As the man spoke of the despair, the Guard knew that it felt it--the sinking feeling that threatened to consume it whole and leave it without the will or ability to fight back--the Guard was being defeated psychologically in this battle, and it could not help but give in. It would not make it--it could not make it--it was impossible. The man dove to the side and avoided the Quazzar expertly, as he had done multiple times before. Then, as the Worker blasted in, Acel defended against it as well, swinging the swords downward to avoid the first strike from the man toward his back, maneuvering with incredible speed and precision. But, there was a mistake! He overcommitted himself to the defense and he was unable to stop the second attack. The Worker appeared behind him a second time and the fist smashed down into the man's spine, sending him blasting across the floor. The man was clearly in some sort of distress as the skin across his face and hands began to peel away from the heat inside his own body. He seemed to struggle with something inside of him--the control between the angel and the man shifting ever so slightly.
However, when the man got back up, he seemed dangerously angry. His eyes flared and his body tensed, like an animal. The joy from seeing the man get hit, finally, turned to ash in the Royal Guard's mouth as the demonic human turned towards him and told him that he would be taking the Guard's arm. The Guard prepared himself, but the fear surged through him once again as Acel blasted toward him, swinging the first sword up towards the arm in a savage slash, and the Royal Guard found itself unable to react, paralysed by the fear of being struck by the man once again. The sword cut upwards and directly into the underarm near the joint, slicing into the metal and burying the blade half-way up the arm, causing the joint to greatly weaken, and threatening it to snap if put under too much more pressure. Then the man was already spinning and unleashing a second attack on the same side as the arm that he had just cut, causing the Royal Guard to attempt to block the strike with the arm that had been hit, but finding that it was slowed greatly by the damage and couldn't make it in time before the sword found the hole in the side of the armour and wrenched downward, opening the hole in the armour to a massive wound in the side of the Royal Guard. He yelled out in agony as the armour was torn like paper, and the guard hopped backwards, stumbling with the retreat and dropping to a single knee. As it tried to regain its footing, the Royal Guard's arms shook. Terror, pain, the threat of death--this guard was in no state to fight anymore. But, what choice did it have--if it was doomed to die, then it might as well die fighting! It charged forward once more, hoping to end the enemy as fast as possible, and it used its good arm, reeling back and slamming it forward in a savage strike toward's Acel's kneecap.
Attacking Acel x1
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Royal Guard
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 82 Health: 185/1060
Skill: 40 Strength: 64 Defense: 60 [70]
Tactical Advantage:Tank: Your A.I. Core has imbued you with an inhuman durability. You can shrug off heavier blows with ease that your comrades might not be able to. You gain 10 extra Defense. However, you also receive a -5% to your defensive chances.
As the Quazzar attempted to hurl its glob of acidic phlegm at the man, he was able to tuck and roll to the side almost completely without consequence. Sure, the acid might not have gotten to him, but the Quazzar was damn well going to give itself assist points, as the Worker cam screaming in right behind the acid attack, and he managed, finally, to land a hit on that crazy son of a b***h. Sure, the man was still standing, and everyone else was missing all of their attacks, but it was a good sign! He was not completely out of their league. If the Worker had managed to deal a strike to the man, then the other A.I. had a chance to land a blow on him too. He was obviously in pain from all of the damage that had been done to his body, and his peeling skin was evidence of this. He was slowly decomposing, and he would be overwhelmed by the power that pushed his frail human body to its limits. But as the Quazzar was watching the outcome of the Worker's attack, the girl whom had been throwing knives was being ignored again, and it remembered just in time to whirl around and face her. The first blade had already been thrown, and it was nearing its target. The Quazzar barely had any time before it was upon it. But the A.I. dove to the side and managed to avoid the strike, thankfully. Then, the blade whipped back to her hands and she began to hurl them one after the other. The first of her next barrage was avoidable, and the Quazzar quickly hopped off to the side again, but this time she was not throwing all of the knives together, she was spending the time to more carefully aim, and even with the Quazzar's undivided attention on the woman, she was able to see through its defences.
The second strike had been avoided, but as it dove to the side once again to avoid it, she aimed and hurled the third blade, sending it whipping into the exact location that the Quazzar would land--it was impossible to avoid. The Quazzar landed and felt the blade instantly punch into its shoulder, right beside its neck and the blood began to pour out profusely. She had hit some sort of artery for sure. But it was still alive. The Quazzar refused to go down that easily! Damnit! It felt the blade pull out of its body and it cried out in pain as the next blade whipped in and the Quazzar crunched low and held its large front hands up in front of it to deflect the fourth blade, and then, as it looked her way, it noticed that the blades were not all there, and with a flick of her wrist, the Quazzar heard a noise from behind it and immediately jumped into the air. The last knife zipped beneath it with a sound akin to the air being cut in half. When the Quazzar landed it glared toward the woman, but it did not go after her. The other cores were focusing the blonde man--the threat. And no matter how much the Quazzar WANTED to go after Sarah, it knew that any piece of damage done to this monster was necessary. They had to take him down and then focus the others. They would succeed. They had to. It whirled around, facing back towards Acel as the Royal Guard ran in and sent a punch towards the man's knee. The Guard's arm looked abysmal and the Quazzar's stomach dropped slightly when it looked at the way that the Guard's armour was cut so deep in so many places. What would that man's sword do to flesh if it could do that to armour. The Quazzar shuddered to imagine such a thing as it tried to stay as far back as possible, hopping around the area until it had a clear distance shot and it unleashed another thick glob of acid towards the man, this time aiming for his neck and chest so it was a larger target--perhaps it would actually manage to land a hit, like the Worker had done.
Attacking Acel x1
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 66 Health: 320/840
Skill: 30 Strength: 62 Defense: 40
Tactical Advantage:Poison Blood: Whenever you attack, you may sacrifice any amount of Health. 30% of the sacrificed health will become damage that can not be reduced if the attack is successful.
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Turn 7
As the worker attacked Acel, the man was able to foresee the strike and whirled around to block it with ease, and the fear that the Worker would be unable to hit him permeated his entire being when Acel turned with such swiftness. However, when Acel swung both of his swords with reckless abandon, the Worker was filled with relief. This was its moment. This was the Worker's opportunity to shine. It vanished from its defeated position, and as quickly as his strike had been blocked, he was swinging the true strike down. When its fist connected to Acel's spine, the Worker felt the discs snapping beneath the pressure of the strike, and as Acel's body was hurled across the floor, it knew that it had managed to break the man's bones. With a broken spine, the man would no longer be able to move, and the battle would be won. That was the decisive strike that they had been waiting for--the strike that would win them the fight! Confidence radiated off of him like the steam that was surrounding Acel's body, slowly approaching the man's fallen form. But as the man lay there, suddenly he began to move, shifting from his position on the floor. How was he moving!? His body should have stopped with such a horrible injury! If his spine was broken, he should not be able to move! He was still a man!
But, as he stood he rocketed toward the Royal Guard, and he swung the sword twice in rapid succession--the first cut dismembering one of the arms, and the second cut rending a massive hole in the armour on the Royal Guard's side. The Worker blinked in disbelief as he watched this happen before his eyes. This man--he was a monster. The fear struck through the Worker--it felt it in its gut, twisting like a rusted knife. But it would not concede to it. It would not give in just because of the cold fear that emanated through its body. The Worker had landed a hit--and it could see in the way that the man was holding himself that it had done damage--all the worker needed to do was keep hitting him. Eventually the man would go down for good. As the A.I. managed to gather themselves together and attack the man, the Worker watched for his opportunity. The Royal Guard was going for the man's knee. The Quazzar was attacking his neck and chest--the Worker had already struck the man's spine effectively, so he would be suspecting such a thing. But as he blasted in, the Worker immediately struck out towards the man's opposite knee as the Royal Guard, hoping to permanently maim the man--or at least slow him down. Then, as the strike landed toward the man's knee, the man vanished, as per usual, and appeared once again to the back of him, aiming a secondary strike at the man's shoulder blade. If they managed to destroy enough of his joints--he would slow, or stop. Preferably the latter option of course, but slow would help at the very least. It was time to put this blonde b*****d on his a**.
Attacking Acel x2
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The Worker
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 115 Health: 860/860
Skill: 80 Strength: 90 Defense: 60
Tactical Advantage:Phantom Strikes - You have gained the speed required to move across the battlefield like a ghost. As long as you strike the opponent you have the least number of attacks against, and you have more than one attack, you may re-direct one strike to a different opponent.
The Trooper avoided the first two attacks flawlessly. Honestly what was this human thinking. Was he so stupid that he didn't understand what it had said? It should be obvious. He should just let the fight go and attack someone else. He couldn't land a hit and what made him think he could land one now? Maybe because that woman was finally getting some hits in on the Quazzar. Gave him some inspiration probably. If she could do it after going after the bug again and again, he could do it too. Probably some sickening cliché like that. Who knew. Humans had such diverse feelings. It effected them so greatly in everything they did. The worker was letting his emotions get to him and look at him now, only getting one hit out of the whole fight.
The Trooper looked at the other male, the changed one, as he began to say that it was right. There was some team support for you. The Trooper wasn't sure if he was meaning to try and inspire that man or not. It was a poor way to do it. Even after dodging his attack as well. So what would the man do now that his partner just down talked him to a level lower than the woman's? Well, assumed lower than the woman. He did call her a little girl, hardly a respectable term to give a woman who was over twenty. He didn't view the woman on the same level as him that was certain.
Then pain shot through the Trooper's side as the male's sword pierced it. The Trooper was shocked. After all this, he landed an attack. “Heh.... seems having teammates against you helps. How odd.....” It said, lightening crackling in it's fist. It debated if it should go after the male who just landed a hit on him, or continue trying to team up with the other male. The other male would be a better idea, not point in thinking that Akio had actually got it's attention. One attack didn't make the whole show. The Trooper stepped away and charged at the changed male. Fist raised, it threw it's arm downward, aiming for the man's side.
Tactical Advantage:Acupuncturist: Your blows hit pressure points, causing the foe to move slower and be less proficient with their attacks. When you deal damage, the foe suffers a -2 to their Strength stat for the rest of the fight.
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Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2016 3:19 pm
Sarah Hartwell
Turn 7
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Sarah stood to the side, throwing her knives. She hadn't really moved, which allowed her to watch everything, and listen. She couldn't believe what she heard. The Trooper told Kawaguchi that he was pathetic and so did Acel. He even called her a little girl. She wasn't little. She was a little small in the figure department, but she was an adult. Not some child playing with wooden swords. She wasn't doing that great anyways. She was glad to see that she wasn't losing her touch as a knife dug into the Quazzar. She let loose a breath she had been holding. She could do this, maybe. She winced when the worker actually landed a hit on Acel, almost hearing the bone he hit. She felt her stomach clench in sickness. She hoped she got over that, it wasn't good to feel sick during a fight. That was proven during her fight with Dal.
Okay, we need to keep our distance from Acel. Midas can't get through to him. But he says take down the AI's first then try to get Acel back to normal. That made sense, while he was still attacking the cores, it would just probably be a problem to try and get him back to normal during the fight. It would be hard to try and get him back while being attacked. With just the three of them, it would be easier. Sarah glanced at Kawaguchi seeing that he landed a hit. She couldn't help it. She actually smiled, catching her knives as they came back to her. “Bùyào tīng tāmen de, nǐ kěyǐ zuò dào zhè yīdiǎn, hěn míngxiǎn.” She called out. Since Acel seemed to not be on their side when it came to support, she didn't think he needed to hear what she said.
Sarah turned back, watching was the Quazzar attacked Acel again. He was definitely a fighter, and rather cocky too. She threw her knives at the Quazzar again, standing where she was. No point in moving when there was no reason to. It kept her from wasting energy. She waited for the knives to hit or miss before snapping her fingers again, once again positioning her hands so two of the knives would aim at the Quazzar on their way back.
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Outfit:Outfit Headphones: Attached: Can Hear Line Count: 4379 OOC: Translation: Don't listen to them, you can do it, obviously
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 89 Health: 660/660 Control Limit: 712
Skill: 68 [78] Strength: 50 Defence: 60 [70]
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Tactical Advantages
Tank - Level 1 - You gain 10 extra Defense. However, you also receive a -5% to your defensive chances.
Acel could feel it--the minute amount of time that his body was slowed by the damage to his spine. He was healing--sure--and he could use the code that his body was made up of to puppet his broken body, if need be--the angel did not care for the man that he lived in. If his body was smashed into pieces, then he would wait for it to be repaired. He did not need to worry about death--not unless the truth was discovered. Acel's body was constructed of code--like that of an A.I. enemy that they fought. If the higher ups were to find out that he was what he was, then they could imprison him in the Containment Facility...hell, technically they could trap him within a code core, and he would be the very fuel that drove its owner to become a god. He smirked to himself, wondering just how much it would tear his friends up to have them see Acel dismembered by their own organization. To see him captured as a slave. They had been doing it to the A.I. for decades...why not have them experience something of the same? The Angel almost laughed, but as it moved, its body creaked once more, and he bit his lip, trying to force back the pain screaming in his back. When Akio heard what he was saying, however, his response was hardly entertaining. The man was pretty well completely untouched by the words, and it made him angry...until he looked over and saw Sarah's face. His eyes lit up at her frustration with being called a 'little girl' and the angel of despair fed off of it. She was an easy target--that one. She would be the one that he would break first.
Acel laughed, the multi-toned laughter bouncing off of the walls making it sound like some maddening hell. Like the walls were covered in the corpses of hell, and they were all laughing at them. The skin on his face and hands was no longer spreading nor reducing--the burns that were across his visage were merely stagnant, leaving him disfigured and horrifying to look at. Though, most of the skin around his eyes, chin, and nose were fine. It was merely his cheeks, forehead, and hands that had gotten the worst of it. And various spots around his body were beginning to show as well, though he seemed to take no heed to the struggle his body was undergoing. As he attacked viciously toward the Royal Guard, Acel was pleased to see his sword bite into the armour of his foe and nearly sever the limb that the creature had been blocking with--good. The second strike was just as successful as he wrenched the blade down and opened the Royal Guard up. Acel's giddy laughter danced through the air, a parade of mockery that would slowly drive the listeners mad. He grinned and grinned and grinned--no end to the happiness of being alive. He had lain dormant in this meat-sack for long enough! As the Royal Guard rushed him, slamming his fist down toward his knee, Acel snarled and lifted the leg up and back, allowing the guard's strike to hit the ground with a heavy thud and then his leg snapped forward, cracking into the side of the thing's helmet with enough force to send it rolling over onto the ground, but not enough to dent the armour or actually cause the thing any damage. Just remove him from the ******** that was coming his way.
The Quazzar was the next assailant, as Acel was beginning to figure out their order of attack. The bastards seemed to like to take turns, like they were planning s**t all careful and whatnot. It was almost like they had rolled dice to see who got to take the first strike, and then just stuck with it. Acel watched as the glob of acid came hurling through the air and he spun quickly, his overcoat swinging up with the momentum of the spin, and it caught the acidic glob and dispersed most of it off to the side, though some of the remnants stayed on the material, beginning to eat into it. Oh boy...Gilliano was going to be pissed when Acel told him he had burnt the s**t out of his overcoat. The Acel of present time, however, couldn't give two shits about the flamboyant man, or his damn clothes. As the thoughts shot through his head, and Acel spun around, still feeling the discs in his spine cracking, his eyes widened as the spin left him face-to-face with the Worker. The man looked at him with narrowed eyes and a grin on his face, and Acel knew that there was no time to block. The minute amount of time his body had been slowed--this man had the speed to take advantage of that, and Acel was going to pay the price. As the fist came crushing down, it smashed into Acel's kneecap and his leg instantly reversed itself. Acel's eyes widened as his joint was crushed backwards so his leg looked similar to an Ostrich's. The bone pushed through the skin on the back of his leg, and Acel let out a blood-curdling scream that filled the air. Blood spattered the floor and flooded from the open wound in his leg, and as the man appeared behind him, Acel let his body fall, throwing it down so that he landed on his back and rolled backwards, keeping his leg as straight as possible to mitigate any movement that he could--but each movement still caused him to roar in agony. Being alive was fun and all...but this level of pain was bullshit.
The second strike had missed due to him rolling backwards--thankfully avoiding the man's attack, but he wasn't out of the woods yet. As the E-Trooper attacked him, swinging his lightning-imbued fist toward his side, Acel brought his defensive sword down with a crushing strike into the arm of the A.I. with the back of the blade to deflect the blow off to the side and he shoved with his shoulder to push the damn thing back towards Akio. He was not going to die here. He couldn't die here. His leg was hanging limp to the side, and he knew that he could no longer walk on it. This was going to hurt. He looked up at the Worker and he grinned at the man. "Nice shot, champ. Think you can finish the job before we finish you?" Acel asked with a bright grin as he looked at the guard. And then, while he was still locking eyes with his enemy he grabbed his destroyed leg and he screamed in agony as he wrenched it back into place, pulling his leg from its backwards positioning into a regular shaped leg once again. The pain caused his head to feel fuzzy, and Acel thought he would pass out, but the angel would not allow such a thing. He made sure that the man did not lose consciousness, and he would keep fighting. The incredible healing speeds of the code-laced body allowed, after the knee had taken a bit of a regular shape, for the bones to begin to mend so that his leg was not just hanging there, but there was no way he could use it. It was at this point that Acel heard Sarah say something in Chinese. She was communicating with Akio, surely, in a way that they knew he wouldn't understand. Damn them and their brilliant. But this was not the time to worry...he could deal with them after he hopefully wasn't murdered horribly by these b*****d A.I.. He stood in place, preparing himself for a few moments, taking deep breaths and then he launched himself toward the royal knight, hopping on one foot, and trying not to laugh at himself because he knew he looked ridiculous. As he hopped toward the Royal Guard, he pushed off heavily on the last bounce and sent himself shooting into the air. And as he came down from his jump he swing his sword with all his strength, trying to bury the offensive blade down through the top of the thing's head. If it worked, he would swing his second sword down, hilt first, to slam into the hilt of the first sword, in hopes of hammering the blade down further and ending this Guard's fight. If the first strike missed, he would recuperate and then attack once again, launching himself toward the Royal Guard's front and attempting to finish the hole in the side of the enemy, and tear him in half.
Attacking Royal Guard x2
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OOC: Well, s**t. If Acel gets hit by that worker one more time, he's pretty much dead meat. >__> Let's hope we can kill off a couple dudes here, because you guys might be fighting the last half of this battle alone. Hahaha.
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 96 Health: 306/840 Control Limit: 768
Skill: 60 [63] Strength: 74 [77] Defence: 58 [61]
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Tactical Advantages
Battleground Proficiency - Level 4 - You gain +8% to all defense chances, and your opponents receive -8% to their defensive chances against you.
Ominous Noodles
Zenko Kaze
Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2016 1:18 pm
Turn 7
‘Nothing. But I can keep trying.’ It surprised Akio that the Crushtacean was so willing to help him out, despite knowing that he was so close to being replaced. Akio nodded, knowing that the AI would understand what to do. Then he smirked, He had actually hit the damn thing…. He missed the first two attack, but that was fine. He landed the third, which in the end was better than missing every attack. And he could tell that the Trooper was at least amused by this. It wasn’t Akio’s fault that the Trooper looked away in a perfectly opportune moment for him to attack. And when his blade sliced through the armour of that god forsaken AI, he couldn’t help but feel his anger dissolve. He could still feel it deep in his heart, but he couldn’t help but feel less angry simply by the fact that he had proven the damn thing wrong. It felt good. And perhaps he did work better when others were against him. If that were the case, he didn’t care.
Then Sarah spoke to him, saying something that he never could have expected. Bùyào tīng tāmen de, nǐ kěyǐ zuò dào zhè yīdiǎn, hěn míngxiǎn. He knew he could do it, but the fact that someone took the time to tell him was what floored him. Especially since the person who said this was a shy and contained woman, who he didn’t actually expect to even like him. Akio smiled, unable to help it. It wasn’t even one of those cheeky smiles that he normally had, but one that was a more real, genuinely happy smile. He liked that she cared enough to have said something, so he threw her a thumbs up and gave her assurance that he was fine. “Xièxiè. Zhēn. Wǒ méishì, dàn wǒ huì jìxù nǐ dehuà jì zài xīnlǐ.” But, lord was she also brilliant. Acel didn’t know Chinese, nor did anyone else. If there was something that the AI’s couldn’t communicate they could do it in that one language they both knew. The smile turned into a grin as he thought of this, turning back to his opponent. He was excited…. So very excited.
“Tóngyàng, gěi nǐ. Kàn lái, zhè.... Rén yào hé wǒmen yīqǐ wán xīnlǐ yóuxì. Rúguǒ tā shuō shénme, bùyào bǎ tā dài dào xīnzàng.” She looked out for him, so he felt it necessary to do the same for her. Akio gripped his sword, turning it in his hand as the gears turned in his head. There was a lot to think about. Acel was trying to play mind games, deliberately ******** with what they thought. He was not on their side, even if he fought with them. That proved disastrous, and would in the long run only hurt them. He watched the Trooper, waiting for any possible openings that would be left open, dashing forward at the most opportune time. He wanted to feel the sword clash with metal as he tore through the Troopers armour, finally killing and taking the damned thing. A trophy, if you will.
After his first attack, he jumped back, keeping his guard up just in case something happened. Which, something did. Acel pushed the trooper back into Akio, to which he spun out of the way and slashed down in another attack. He figured that he could kill the damned thing with one more attack, so all he had to do was keep going. Good. That was good.
Then, he remembered something. Earlier, Sarah and Acel were talking about how Acel’s AI could get reach out to the others. Or… He offhandedly mentioned that he had heard it before. He tilted his head slightly to the side, thinking that over. How interesting. That information would have to be saved for later. For now, they were in a battle, and he had to focus on taking this one damned thing out. Besides, Acel had gotten another hit in on him, and he was close to being out too. If that were the case, they wouldn’t have to worry too much about having to deal with Acel and his angel business. So, with one final breath, and one last attack, he went for it, swinging his sword against the Trooper, hoping and praying that he would land at least one of them. One dead AI was a good advantage, and it meant that they could win this.
Lines: 4611 Ooc: Translations: "Thank you. Really. I'm alright, but I'll keep your words in mind." / "Likewise to you. It seems that this.... Person wants to play mind games with us. If he says anything, don't take it to heart." /
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 94 Health: 660/660 Control Limit: 752
The Royal Guard watched carefully as he charged forward, refusing to give up on this battle until he had no life left in him. He would not yield to these humans...no...not yet. Certainly, the last couple of attacks that Acel had made had damaged the Guard severely, but he was not out of it yet! As he moved in for the strike to the man's knee, Acel was able to lift the leg out of the way in an instant and snap it forward, kicking the Guard in the side of the head viciously. The Guard's body followed the momentum of the kick, sending the A.I. rolling off to the side as the other attacks began to pile on toward Acel. The glob of acid was avoided, while the Royal Guard was still rolling across the ground, and then, as it looked up from its position on the ground to see the Worker land another strike on the enemy, causing his entire leg to break backwards and become utterly useless. when it saw the damage to the man's leg, the Guard wanted to scream with glee. They were finally landing blows on that monster. He would be dead very soon. Even if the E-Trooper had been unsuccessful as well, as long as the Worker managed to land a couple more strikes, they would be able to kill their first Baiter and move on to one of the other ones. This was anyone's battle, and the next few moments were going to be pivotal for sure.
The Guard watched as Acel screamed and writhed and reset his leg, all preparing to get himself moving again. However, by the way that he stood, the Guard could already tell that Acel's leg was lamed. He would not be able to recover with his super-human bullshit. No, he would be damaged for the rest of this battle at the very least, and that was going to cause his performance to drop sharply, the Royal Guard was sure. But, even as that thought went through its head, Acel began to hop towards the Royal Guard, bouncing across the battlefield and then taking a leap into the air at the end of it all. This man could not be stopped--the emotional rollercoaster ride that this battle was turning into was too much. It seemed the man was down for the count--then he would rise and strike like a demon before being put back down and it would always seem like he was incapacitated for good before he came back like a monster and attacked once again. This time, as he came down, the Royal Guard tried to side-step the attack as Acel drove the sword downward with punishing force, but as he stepped to the side, Acel compensated for it, stretching his arm out and gripping the blade with only the one hand so that even though he wasn't landing right on top of the thing, his outstretched arm hammered the blade downward, and it crushed down hard enough that even with the blade held away from his center mass, he rallied enough force to drive the blade deep down into the things head, though as Acel pulled the blade back out and rolled when he landed, the Guard was still standing. The Royal Guard had been sure he would be able to avoid the attack, but this man was full of surprises, and when the second attack came, the Royal Guard acted on nothing but instinct, swatting its arm to the side to deflect the blow and then heaving his body to face Acel. The things limbs were limp and it could barely move, but it managed to pull itself together and charge toward the enemy. The large hole in the top of the armoured head sparked with the light of code--as it the code itself was giving in to the near dead host, but it would not stop. It brought both of its hands back and slammed them forward, hoping to palm strike either side of Acel's chest and crush the man's ribs.
Attacking Acel x1
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Royal Guard
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 82 Health: 10/1060
Skill: 40 Strength: 64 Defense: 60 [70]
Tactical Advantage:Tank: Your A.I. Core has imbued you with an inhuman durability. You can shrug off heavier blows with ease that your comrades might not be able to. You gain 10 extra Defense. However, you also receive a -5% to your defensive chances.
The Quazzar had been trying its hardest to manage to find an opening in its foes defenses, picking its attacks carefully, but no matter what it did, its enemy was a step ahead of him. But not now. Not anymore! It unleashed the glob of acid as the man's knees were being targeted. It would work! It had to! But, again, like every other time, the Quazzar's hopes were stunted by the man's incredible reflexes. The coat swung up and caught the acid, redirecting it off onto the walls and floors--the sizzle of it audible in the closed space. However, when the Quazzar watched what happened next--the man's leg being absolutely destroyed by the Worker's punch to his knee, it squealed with happiness. The man was done for! He might still be alive, but he was only getting more and more damaged by the Worker--and the Worker had yet to be hit. Sure the other two Baiters were also no worse for wear, but this one was going to die for sure! It was at that point that the Royal Guard was hit again, and as the damned thing stumbled to the side, its body obviously starting to fail, the Quazzar became a little more worried about its chances. Two of the four A.I. were near death now. That was a serious issue. The Quazzar and the Worker were the only ones who were still doing pretty alright--despite the few knife holes in the Quazzar's body, of course. Damnit! It was thinking too much! It heard the woman release the knives--the sound of them whirling through the air and it turned to face her immediately.
As the knives came toward it, it used its good legs to push itself off to the side, rolling away from the attack and watchign as the three knives crashed into the ground and bounced away one after the other as the Quazzar maintained its evasive maneuvering. Now..it was time to help them set up another hit on the blonde man. He would die. Right now! The Quazzar turned toward Acel and prepared itself, ready to bounce toward the man, and as it did, the knives directly in front of it began to wiggle and its eyes widened as it knew what would happen before it could even do anything about it. The knives shot up and two of the three buried themselves into the Quazzar's body, deep into its chest, and it felt the cold steel driving further and further in before it managed to tear them out of its body and toss them to the side. The knives still went back to Sarah, but they were coated in the Quazzar's blood and it stumbled from side to side. God no...now all three of the A.I. other than the Worker were in bad shape...this could go either way. The Quazzar's eyes were growing blurry, but it was still present mentally enough to race forward and jump toward Acel once again, aiming to hop over the man and lob a glob of acid on top of his head as it passed over.
Attacking Acel x1
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Quazzar
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 66 Health: 60/840
Skill: 30 Strength: 62 Defense: 40
Tactical Advantage:Poison Blood: Whenever you attack, you may sacrifice any amount of Health. 30% of the sacrificed health will become damage that can not be reduced if the attack is successful.
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Posted: Sun Feb 21, 2016 5:02 pm
Turn 8
The Worker knew that the other A.I. that had been sent along for this mission were less than he had hoped--but he could not deny that the bastards were managing to open up striking chances for him. It had taken them a long time to do it, but they had gotten there, thank god. And, the Worker couldn't have been more satisfied by the agonizing screams that followed the strike. The Royal Guard had failed his attack at the man's knee, and the Quazzar, too, had failed in landing the acidic attack that it had attempted. But, as the man was distracted with the others, the punch landed clean and blasted through the man's leg, crushing it backwards so badly that there was no way the man would recover from it during this battle--he would be left with only one usable leg--which meant he would be so viciously off balance that he would not be able to survive. This battle was officially theirs! However, even as the Worker began to celebrate the victory, the thought turned to dust and floated away on the breeze as Acel blasted across the battlefield, hopping on the one good leg that he had and then leaping into the air and driving his sword down into the top of the Royal Guard's head. The man was a machine...how had he done so damn well the entire time--how was he able to move with such grievous injury. It defied all logic!
But it didn't matter--he was lamed and off balance...how long could he really survive like that? The other A.I. had been wounded horribly over the course of the fight, and even as he was thinking about it the knives were digging into the Quazzar. But it didn't matter. The humans were all growing tired, and they would soon begin to slow down so much that they wouldn't stand a chance against the Worker anyways. The Royal Guard was charging in towards Acel now, throwing all the energy it had left (which was very little) into the final attack. With a brutal thrust of both of their hands, the A.I. hoped to destroy the man's ribcage as the Quazzar soared from above, trying to drench him in the acid that its body produced. As these attacks were headed toward him, the Worker would land the final blow. It shot forward and it clenched its fist as it ran. "Where is your c**k-sure attitude now, scum?" The Worker growled, grinning as it sent the first strike shooting in toward Acel's temple. Simultaneously the man would disappear and reappear on Acel's opposite side, sending the second strike towards the opposite temple. If both were to hit simultaneously, the man's head would be cracked open like a watermelon, and the Worker was oh so excited to see something like that! This man had made a mockery of them this whole fight--and if they didn't manage to kill him, they were failing horribly and did not deserve to live.
Attacking Acel x2
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The Worker
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 115 Health: 860/860
Skill: 80 Strength: 90 Defense: 60
Tactical Advantage:Phantom Strikes - You have gained the speed required to move across the battlefield like a ghost. As long as you strike the opponent you have the least number of attacks against, and you have more than one attack, you may re-direct one strike to a different opponent.
