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Turn 5
Dal'Mori's Attack x3: 35 - 16 = 19 (100 - 19 = 81% Defence Chance) (+2% From T.A: 83% Chance) (-15% From Stamina = 68% Chance)

Before this battle had started, Acel had almost resented the fact that he had been put against someone like Dal'Mori. He had been upset and fearful, and he had not believed that it was an obstacle that he could overcome. However, by this point in the fight, as his breath began to grow more ragged, it was no longer a regret that he felt, or a resentment. It had been the best thing that had ever happened to him...well...it had been the best thing to happen to him as a fighter. So, the best thing that could have happened to him in this situation. He kicked himself for the thought, listening to the gentle chime of the cross medallions rattling against the sword hilts, and he smiled ever so slightly as he thought of them once again. His earrings--the same as his sword--were one black and one white cross as well, and he promised that he would remember them for the rest of his life. He didn't have as much time to mourn as he might have liked--being thrust into such a life was not something that allowed a man much alone time...but it also gave him the ability to save other Jasmines. To save other Lidias. He could protect mothers and children and husbands who didn't know how to fight. People just like he was a few days ago. "Can you feel it? Have you figured it out yet?" Acel was jarred by the voice suddenly in his head. "What do you mean? Figured what out?" The A.I. inside his mind made a tisking sound that could only be a noise of frustration, and Acel was confused by the core's odd questions. "Just don't get mad at me for anything. I am only along for the ride, Acel. The thing about being programmable is that they can keep me from talking too much...this one is going to be one hell of a trip. And you...you my man...you're going to be a monster." The laughter that followed the statement seemed jovial and innocent enough, but something was not right about it. Something was dark--hidden--and uncomfortable. Acel furrowed his brow as he thought about it and he shrugged it off as best he could. The fight was more important right now.

As Acel had attempted to attack Dal'Mori, the man's body twisted, and his leg moved out of the blade's path, but his foot came whipping around with the spinning motion and Acel brought both of his feet back to guard against it, effectively stopping his assault. The kick landed against his two forearms, put together, and he slid backwards from the force of it. As soon as he rose back to his feet, Dal'Mori was combat ready once more, and Acel knew what that meant. The stinging pain in his leg reminded him of just how badly he needed to win this thing before Dal landed any more hits. If the man would have succeeded in any more strikes, Acel knew he was done for. The first attack came down furiously toward him once again, and he knew his arms were getting tired enough that he couldn't raise them in time to block the attack. Instead he shifted his positioning and moved his head to the side, thrusting his shoulder in the way of the attack, having the spear shaft land against the angelic wing on his shoulder and be stopped within the feathers of it. The second attack came in the form of an upward swing with the blunt end of his spear, and Acel watched the trajectory of the swing as closely as he could. He used only his defensive blade for this one, bringing it down against the shaft of the spear, waiting for the weapon to slide all the way up his sword and make contact with the tsuba, and then pushing with all of his might to offset the attack using the guard. The last strike was the one that would scare the hell out of Acel--the damn thrust. If Dal'Mori were to hit him with one of those thrusts it was the most dangerous thing for Acel. However, his offensive blade swung down, giving the defensive one some time to recover, and the blade knocked the spear to the side just enough that Acel could feel it press against the trench coat as it passed by. Usually it would have cut through someone's clothing, but the special made items were as durable as any armour. As soon as he felt the spear pass by his side, he didn't wait for the pull back to begin. He kicked off with his good leg once again and shot in to close the gap between him and Dal'Mori. His offensive sword was still out of position due to the defence, but the defensive sword was still ready, and he immediately thrust it upward in a wrenching motion, trying to bring the tip up in a stab toward the man's gut.





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OOC: I you don't HAVE to count that extra line, but you surely can. =]
Also, I am afraid to hit send now that Stamina is in effect. Ughhh. Hahaha.

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Kadiante knew this fight was going to be one that would be drawn out, they were very evenly matched. Sure she had more attack speed but Sarah was currently easily dodging the attacks, so they both had speed it seemed but in opposite ways. As her strikes were blocked once more she had to keep herself going. This was a learing process, and that was her mantra through it all. Yes, she wanted to win and badly, but loosing to Sarah would not be as bad as an ego blow. There was experience here. Kad knew well how to stop and contain, but continuing on the fight after that was a completelty new notion. One she did not mind already, especially after the fight with the turbine beetle that had thrown her into this new life. As she stood back and grinned at Sarah she swore she could see the wheels turning inside her head and then she spoke, and it was clear. Kad was right to have spoken as she had to Sarah, good. This time she was being offered advice instead of just offer, and Kad listened to Sarah and watched the best she could. Also, she had to keep from getting hit, being cut with that blade could not be pleasant. Though, she had been watching too carefully and the lunge almost made the blade go into her skin, thankfully there was just a little dent with a tiny drop of blood. But, Kad had learned from it, and now it was time to put it in practice. "Gotcha, makes sense," She spoke as she hopped back to keep Sarah from being able to land another strike, "Never took dance classes but I did gymnastics for years, I think I can grasp the concept well enough," She spoke with a laugh then felt something stirring in her eyes. What the ********? She could feel the metal iris's turning and something in her mind. Go for the joints, she moves so fluidly and just told you it's like a dance, keep that dance from happening..... It took Kad a moment to realize, the damn turbine beetle that she stored in her eyes was talking to her. Well, that was interesting for sure.

Right, joints. She could try and smash them, just like the turbine beetle used sound waves to disrupt. Same end result, different ways to get there. "I really do appreciate you letting me know, I cannot imagine how many hours you have put into practicing. It really is awesome to be fighting with you, and thank you for going all out, I am making sure to do the same," Kad finally spoke what she had been thinking orginally before she stepped forward with her right foot her macing having been hanging at her side while she had spoken for the breif moment and in a much more fluid motion, though still rocky Kad did an upsweep aiming for Sarah's right elbow. Even if she did not completely take it out, making it hurt would hopefully throw off Sarah's aim. Then as the blade reached the hieght of the apex Kad twisted her hips letting her body lead the strike down at Sarah's opposite shoulder. Maybe she could take out one of those arms.

Sarah Hartwell

Turn 4


23 - 40 = 1 (100 - 1 = 99 - 5 (TA) 94)



Sarah wasn't all surprised that Kad had dodged her attack. This fight was going to take a while, just like with the Guard. She could only hope that she could do more damage on Kad than she did on the Guard. She didn't need to feel pathetic another time, just one day after her first real fight. Sarah could see the determination in Kad's odd eyes. She wanted to win, but even if she were to win in the end, Sarah wasn't going to let it be easy. She would give it her all, down to the last bit of her energy. Surely Kad wouldn't try to kill her, but down into submission. She listened as Kad confirmed that she heard and understood what she had said about using all your muscles, not just the arms. She smiled a bit as she thought of a small Kad running on the floor, doing little tumbles and flips as she did.

Sarah smiled as Kad thanked her for the advice, nodding as she prepared for the woman's attacks. Sure enough here they came, but much more smoothly. Not perfect, not anyone just got it the first try, and even if they did, they would mess up somewhere down the road. Practice, practice, practice. That one word was driven in her whole family, it rang true in them. They proved what practice could do. She moved her arm away from the path of the mace, then leaned toward the right, letting the mace hit nothing but air this time. Sarah stepped back, still smiling. “Always a place for learning, no matter the situtation. As for practicing, I practiced fighting as much as I practiced my violin. Nearly didn't have any time for anything else.” She said, looking slightly embarrassed, but there was a bit of sadness in the look. I wouldn't be bringing bad memories in a fight, it'll make you sloppy, keep focus. Keep your dance going. Sarah heard the voice, a slight shifting in what felt like her headphones. It was odd. The voice sounded like the Royal Guard, could that be possible? She took in a deep breath, emptying her mind. The voice, very likely the Royal Guard, was right, she couldn't muddle her mind. That wouldn't be giving it her all. Sarah raised her sword in response to Kad thanking her for going all out with her. “I wouldn't still be here if you didn't give it your all, I wouldn't feel like I won.” With that, a smile fell on her lips before she lunged forward, swinging her sword so it was fly and hopefully cut across her stomach.

Turn 6
Dal'Mori's Attack x3: 35 - 16 = 19 (100 - 19 = 81% Defence Chance) (+2% From T.A: 83% Chance) (-15% From Stamina = 68% Chance)

Acel was a learner through actions. He was someone who needed to be shown things in order to pick them up, and this fight was everything he had needed to get himself ready for the battle ahead. He felt that when he and Dal'Mori stepped aside from this fight, Acel was going to be a combatant. He was going to be able to truly stand toe-to-toe with whoever he needed to fight. He was itching to get out into the real world. However, he had something more important in front of him. He had knowledge. A vast sea of combat experience that Acel was soaking up like a sponge. He was sure of his place in the world now, and with every slash of the weapons that he held he gained more and more confidence. "You're learning at an alarming rate. Picking up things so quickly, just from watching them. You're like a damn machine. Is that ironic?" The core spoke into his mind once more and Acel tried to shrug off the annoyance of the things chattering. Acel wondered if the machine was just trying to annoy him--if this wash is punishment for becoming a baiter and aligning himself with the monsters that had killed his family. Perhaps it was Jasmine and Lidia's divine retribution. He almost chuckled at the thought of it, but he knew that this damned A.I. Core was just a chatty little p***k. Then, he heard it again--the muffled noise that he knew was the A.I. Core speaking, though the words tuned out like a radio that had been knocked off of its station by just the tiniest bit. He strained to hear it, but he couldn't no matter what he did and he found himself growing frustrated. He wanted to figure it all out, but he had no time. He couldn't stray his attention from this battle any more than he already was. His leg was on fire, and the longer the battle went the harder he felt it was to move around. The shock was wearing off, and the pain was only growing more predominant. Let alone the fact that he was loosing so much blood. He would eventually bleed out if the battle didn't end early enough. He bit his lip and he ground his teeth together once more. He had to take this guy out, and he needed to do it right away. As he thrust his sword toward Dal'Mori he saw how easily the man was able to deflect the blade using the armour on his arm and it hit Acel that he had foolishly gone for the same sort of attack twice in a row, and the man was prepared for it. That was not a surprise at all, and Dal had been courteous enough to teach him already that if he was going to land an attack it had to be some sort of surprise attack that they did not expect. Acel's eyes narrowed as he looked at Dal, scrutinizing the man's every movement as he waited for the man to begin his assault. Something was off about Dal'Mori though, he seemed somehow bothered--affected in some way by the battle. Angry in a way that Acel couldn't quite put his finger on.

As the man launched his first attack, Acel brought both swords up vertically, side by side and caught the spear, pushing with all of his might to stop the swiping attack from reaching his midsection. His arms, once again, bulged beneath his jacket with the sheer force he was putting into the defence, and as he was pushed backward by the force of Dal's strike, he found himself incredibly impressed by the man's power. his feet skidded through the grass and dirt, having been pushed almost a full foot just by the dispersed force of Dal's attack. However, Acel had grown accustomed to Dal's multiple strikes and he knew that the man was not done. The spear was pulled back and when it was thrust forward this time, Acel found himself staring at the blunt end of the staff directly at eye level. He had attempted to smash Acel's head in for sure with that one--mercilessly strike to kill. This was the type of battle he would face in the future and it was the type of battle he had to be ready to take part in. Acel acted purely on instinct, having seen Dal'Mori bending backwards to avoid such a strike before. He arched his back, though he knew he lacked the grace and flexibility that Dal'Mori controlled, so instead of conducting a full bridge, he threw his arms behind him and planted the tips of his swords into the soft earth and used them to hold his body up while it was bent backwards, not needing to arch quite as far as Dal was able to do. He watched the blunt end of the weapon rip through the air above his face and as it was pulled back, Acel pushed up off of his swords to send himself into a standing position once again. As soon as he was standing, Acel found that the man was sending a kick toward him, shooting the leg out at him and aiming to crush his gut with the savage blow. however, he was not going to let the kick land. In fact, he wasn't going to let it get close to him. And if it did, it might be at the cost of Dal'Mori's blood. As the man kicked out at him, instead of trying to block it, he used it to his advantage. As the leg came flying toward him, Acel used the split second Dal was concentrating on his offence to dive under the kick. He jumped low, shooting under the man's leg and rocketing back to his feet, immediately bringing the offensive sword slamming down, handle first toward the back of Dal's head, aiming to rattle the man's skull something fierce. Whether the attack landed or not, Acel would, after recovering, address the man. "Hey, Dal...you okay? I couldn't help but notice your movements...they are different than before."





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Turn 7
Dal'Mori's Attack x3: 35 - 16 = 19 (100 - 19 = 81% Defence Chance) (+2% From T.A: 83% Chance) (-15% From Stamina = 68% Chance)
Failed! x1 175 - 48 = 127 Damage
-16 HP to Summon A.I. Core

No matter how hard it was that Acel tried to make his way through Dal'Mori's defences and get close to him to land an attack, it did not matter. He could not surprise the man. He could not take him off guard for long enough to actually land a hit that would make some sort of difference in this fight. It was aggravating to a degree, and Acel worried that it would conflict with his ability to accurately watch his surroundings. With each failed attempt to land a hit on the warrior in front of him, he couldn't help but become frustrated at his inability. He was learning, and it was valuable, and he was thankful for it, but he found something inside of him that scared him. The want to strike Dal'Mori. He knew it was not something that he would usually feel, and it wasn't just because he wanted to hurt someone for the fun of it. But he felt like he hadn't truly met his own expectations of himself if he failed to even land a single blow on his enemy. He could do it, and he knew he could, but he was being thwarted at every opportunity by this man. He had thought that if he would be able to land the strike on Dal'Mori's head, he might have been able to daze the man and land another hit while he was reeling from the blow, but it did not happen this way. As his strike came down towards the back of the man's skull, his head shot to the side and he moved in toward the attack, easily shifting out of the way of the strike and then deflecting it upwards so it was absolutely negated in every way. The man was good--very good. Acel knew this, and even though he knew that Dal had trained for years and years to get this way, Acel couldn't help but feel like he wasn't good enough. He wasn't good enough for himself...for his family. This was his second real fight in his entire life, and he had progressed with such incredible speeds that it was something that confused even him. He did not know why he knew what he was doing. He did not know how the instincts that overtook his body spoke to him in the way they did. He couldn't tell if the A.I. core was feeding his mind information on how to fight, or if this had been laying dormant in him for a long time. He just tried to focus as they two of them separated for a moment, and he listened to Dal'Mori as he spoke. Acel pondered what the man was saying, stroking his chin lightly as he nodded along with what he was saying. "I know that I am no expert on battlefield tactics or how to fight, certainly...but don't you think that burdening yourself with more weapons is unnecessary? I mean, you perform incredibly with yoru spear, and you leave little openings with it. The periods of time that you switch from weapon to weapon could easily be used against you in combat, could it not? I always thought having one thing you were proficient with seemed like the smarter route. You just need allies who can cover for your weaknesses, right?" Acel said, his frustrations seeming to part as he looked at Dal'Mori and realized that he wanted to be one of those allies for Dal. He wanted to fight beside the man and help him...and he wanted his help in return. Dal'Mori was not the only man on a path to vengeance.

Acel paid close attention once again as Dal'Mori stated that he would not lose track of the fight again. Acel immediately knew that the man was serious again, and his entire personality seemed to melt back into a state of cool composure. His distracted state had been potent, but it was only for a brief time. Acel took a deep breath as he stood there, and he watched as Dal began his charge forward, though suddenly the man was thrusting his spear into the ground and instantly he was in the air, ripping through the space between them. Acel hadn't expected such a maneuver, and when he attempted to side-step the man, there was no time for him to properly move. He managed to keep the blow from landing in his core, but the man's feet planted hard against his ribs and Acel felt more than just one of them splinter beneath the impact. He grunted out, not giving the satisfaction of the same sort of cry of pain that he had emitted before. He was shot backwards by the force of the man's powerful strike, and as he struggled to get to his feet, he had only made it to his knees before the second strike came rocketing in. Acel immediately bent backwards, folding his legs underneath him and laying on he ground as the extremely long strike soared over him once more. But as soon as he managed to get to his feet, the last attack came ripping inwards in a horizontal slash. He watched for the spear tip and brought both of his swords in hard, slamming the two weapons into the spear shaft and bringing them all the way down to hook into the blade of the spear, where it met the shaft and pushed with all his might, using the lip of the spear blade as extra leverage to halt the weapon in its tracks completely, instead of merely deflecting the blow. As he stood, his teeth grinding together, he found the spear stopped, both fighters' weapons shaking from the pressure they put into both offence and defence. Acel hopped back when the pressure decreased enough that he knew disengaging wouldn't be dangerous, and he shook his arms to relive some of the strain that it had caused them. He smiled lightly as he stood there, his ribs screamed in pain with every slight movement that he had made, and his knees now shook visibly. One more hit and Acel knew he would be down for the count. He would not give up, though. He could not. "So...what do you say? Need a little hand?" Acel quirked a brow at the voice, wondering what it was that he meant, and then he smirked. All or nothing huh? Seemed like a legitimate gamble. As he stood there, Acel took a deep breath and the air began to pick up around him as he looked at Dal'Mori. "I suppose there's no better time than now to see just what being a baiter can accomplish." Suddenly the metallic casing on his chest began to glow, and Acel furrowed his brow as he felt the power begin to well up in his chest. "Lets make our first fight count. I don't think we can win it completely, but if we get one attack on him, at least that makes it worth it." Acel projected the thought to his core, and then the aperture opening on Acel's chest suddenly burst open and the blue lights erupted from his chest in the form of code that swirled in front of him, growing into the form of the Obelion. The beast looked up at Dal'Mori and it pawed the meadow ground as it prepared itself for the battle.

The Obelion was the first to act, launching forward toward Dal'Mori. As Acel recuperated from the damage that had been done to him the Obelion charged forward, sprinting across the meadow and leaping into the air toward Dal'Mori, not trying to use its teeth or claws to attack, but instead lashing out with its tail toward the enemy. The tail came light lightning, slashing inward and aiming to strike at Dal'Mori's neck. This creature was not strong, but it had every intention to crush Dal'Mori without mercy. It had no guilt for killing, and it did not fear harming the man. Acel managed to steady himself as the Obelion was attacking and he charged forward, attempting to ignore the pain in his side and in his leg as he moved viciously. The power that once supplied his body was now gone, and the connection between the A.I. Core and himself was the only thing that was keeping his body alive. His heart was only kept online by a flicker of the A.I.'s energy now, and it began to shut down. He would fade quickly, but he would have at least a minute or two before he was dead. One hit. He blasted forward and as the Obelion recovered from the attack it had used, it reeled backwards toward Acel and Acel jumped into the air and sprung off of the creature at the last moment, soaring above Dal'Mori and coming down with a vengeance, swinging his twin swords in a monstrous strike as he fell to land a sword on either side of Dal'Mori's head.







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Turn 8
Dal'Mori's Attack x3: 35 - 7 = 28 (100 - 28 = 72% Defence Chance) (+2% From T.A: 74% Chance)
Failed! x2 175 - 21 = 154 Damage x2 = 308 Damage
-34 HP to Sustain A.I. Core

As the Obelion rushed forward, freshly summoned from Acel's chest, the A.I. Core felt different...it felt free. It was the first steps it had taken in the real world for years and years. It was trapped in confinement for so long that it never thought it would exist in the real world again. But then it had been released into Acel's mind--and after the man had managed to defeat him, the A.I. Core had been able to roam with Acel this past couple of days, leading it to this moment--the moment where it was free once again. It could feel Acel's mind still, and it knew that it was still tethered to Acel's subconscious--the man's mind held so much power over the A.I. that it was hard for it to really understand the feeling. It had free will--to a certain degree--but at the same time, it knew that if Acel were to issue an absolute command, it would be powerless to disobey it. At first it caused the Obelion to feel resentment towards its master, but it knew that if it had not ended up this way, then the Obelion would not be alive--it would have been executed along with Acel if the man hadn't been able to master it. As the Obelion ripped through the air it felt the curved blade of its tail meet Dal'Mori's body and it cut through the flesh across the man's collar bone. Acel had been watching the maneuver before he charged forward and he knew that he had managed to truly surprise the man he was fighting--as he had been told he would have to do. It was a gambit--sure, but it was one that paid off. He had dealt damage to the veteran warrior. Though, Acel had to admit, that he had hoped it would be his own weapon that dealt the blow to the man. It was very obvious how upset the man was as soon as Acel had attacked. Dal'Mori moved right past him and instantly went for the Obelion. His attacks were savage and devoid of the calm grace that he usually had. They were a flurry of crushing strikes that the Obelion did well to avoid for the first few of them. It used its tail to parry against the blows and constantly move from side to side, but after a few attacks one of the spear thrusts crushed into its side and penetrated its armour. The Obelion growled out in pain, and then the second attack smashed the top of the A.I. Core's head, causing the beast to instantly collapse and begin to return to its code form. Acel had recuperated from his attack, swinging his sword had hurt his side something awful, but he would be healed soon, he was sure.

As he turned to face Dal'Mori, he was surprised to see the disbelief that was etched into the man's features, and bewilderment crossed his own features as the man began to question Acel's choices when it came to summon the A.I., as if it were some monstrous act to summon one of them to fight by his side. However, Acel's face twisted into frustration and his brows furrowed as he looked back at Dal'Mori with anger. "I would." Acel growled, matter of factly and with great dedication to his words, as if there were no other logical answer. "What is it you think you fight with right now? Do you believe your own strength is what you are fighting with? Why do you think you are stronger? Faster? All the changes you have gone through are because of the A.I. Core that is now a part of your mind and body. Their species is our enemy. But, the Cores that we master--the A.I.s that we make a part of ourselves--they are the reason we have the strength to do something about this ******** up world." Acel snapped. He was angry at Dal'Mori for pretending to be better than him. He was angry at the man for talking to Acel like he had dishonoured his family by bringing the core out. "I am utilizing my abilities. Every single one of them that I have been given. Answer me this. If a man murders your child. Is the entire human race now your enemy?" His question was cold, and it was full of anger. But it held honesty in it. The creatures they controlled--if they could be controlled--and they were willing to help--were just as good as any human ally in his eyes. "Thanks...that actually...means a lot. To be honest...before my imprisonment...before being abandoned by my people...I might have been...one of the cores who...killed your family...Acel." Acel levelled his head to the ground as he thought for a moment and shook it shortly after. "But you were not...and now you are the only reason I draw breath. And you are the only reason I have a chance to bury the sons a bitches that took my family away from me." There was a short silence as Acel moved into his defensive position. The code that the Obelion had dispersed into had already returned to him, soaking back into his chest as the aperture opened, and it entered back into the heart, sending blood pumping hard back through his system, though his Core would not have the strength to return to battle for some time. "Then...let me promise you this. Your family...they will have their vengeance." Acel gripped his swords tighter than he ever had, his body ragged and close to death. His face was sweating from exhaustion, pain, and lack of life energy after summoning the A.I. for the first time. He didn't even know how he had done it--it was just second nature--perhaps guided by the A.I. itself in the way of doing it. But in that moment, he grinned from ear to ear, and he knew he had found a true ally in the Obelion that lay in his breast.

"If you wish to look down on me for doing everything in my power to achieve the strength I need to face enemies that I can not even dream of...then you are the foolish one, Dal'Mori, and I am sorry for the people you lost that you may throw the tools away to avenge." Acel stated with a cold calm. He admired Dal'Mori very much--hell, he liked the guy a hell of a lot, and he still did. But the idea that he would even attempt to say that Acel would ever do anything to bring dishonour to the people that meant the most to him in this world...that was not something he would accept with a smile. He blasted forward--his steps shook with every movement--his legs almost giving out from the ripping pain in the wound that seemed to tear open more with every stride. His ribs felt like they were a cup of dice being rolled around, broken from Dal's kick, but he would not stop. Today was the day that Acel was born again into a different life. The life of a fighter--the life of a warrior. He let out a battlecry as he ran, using it to boost his adrenaline and as he ran he sheathed one of the swords, knowing he lacked the strength to properly swing both at his point. He held one blade--Lidia's blade--in both hands and gripped it with all of his might. Surprise him. You have to surprise him. The sword came back in a swing as he got close to Dal'Mori, but instantly he planted his strong leg and lifted the damaged one, sweeping it upwards in a sudden kick. He had looked like he was pulling back to swing the sword but he pulled back to rotate his body and bring his damaged leg up in a monstrous roundhouse kick towards the side of Dal'Mori's head.






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Turn 9
Dal'Mori's Attack x3: 35 - 14 = 21 (100 - 21 = 79% Defence Chance) (-15% From Stamina = 64% Chance) (+2% From T.A: 66% Chance)

As Dal'Mori caught Acel's leg, the man found himself disturbed by the expression on his face. The man had managed to completely destroy Acel in this combat scenario, and it left him feeling less than satisfied. Sure, he had managed to use the A.I. Core to injure his opponent, which still technically counted...but Acel had not landed a single blow on Dal'Mori. When Dal'Mori looked into Acel's eyes he shuddered beneath the man's glare. There was nothing but hate in those eyes...and Acel knew that this was the man that he could have become. This was the man that he could have turned into if he was not careful with his emotions...Acel shared his feelings--he vented his frustrations and he managed to cope by doing it. Dal'Mori...he held everything inside and it would twist him into a monster before it was done with him. After he had spoken, Dal'Mori pushed Acel away from him, and when Acel caught his balance, the man's eyes were still trained on his own. The tirade of fury that rolled off of Dal'Mori's tongue in that moment spoke droves about the man to him. Dal'Mori had not mentioned his village in the past. Acel was unsure in general of the people he had lost--he only knew that the man had indeed lost something close to him in the way that Acel had lost his family. Before Dal'Mori had continued, Acel shook his head and sighed. "No. I do not feel you are too stupid to understand. I feel though, that your pain is clouding your judgement...and that your fury for your loss is destroying you. You are not ignorant to your position, you are merely too angry and full of hate to utilize your position as the advantage it is." Acel stated, though by the end of his words, Dal had already told him never to speak of his village again, and Acel knew exactly what it was he had lost--this man had lost everyone he ever knew...he had lost his home. Acel knew how that felt...he too lost everyone. Everything. He had been so focused on his wife and child that he failed to even put thought to the others that they had left behind. His parents had carried him alone out of that battle...and everyone else had been left to die. He clenched his fists together in that moment, and he refused to let Dal'Mori loose himself. He refused to let him fall into the pit of darkness that Acel himself was sitting on the edge of.

It was too late for any more words now, however, as Dal'Mori was launching at him like a ballistic missile. The man swung the spear end forward in a wide arc, and though the attack was utterly predictable it he could feel the incredible force as the wind hit him as the weapon sailed in front of his face, Acel only avoiding the blow by mere inches as he leaned away from it. He felt his body slowing down and he knew that he could no longer fight. His body had learned much in this encounter, and he knew that he was ready for it to end. He was satisfied. He had become the man he would mould, and he had gained the skills he would need as he forged his path onward. The second attack came ripping forward, and Acel swung the single sword up to sloppily defend against it. His sword was knocked aside with ease, but the bludgeoning attack was redirected enough to just graze off of his shoulder with little effect. But then the uppercut came, and Acel knew he was not prepared. He had been thrown off balance by the last defence, and this time it was over. He dropped his guard completely, and he openly grinned at Dal'Mori instead of looking at him with hate or anger. He grinned at the man with the kindest expression he could muster before the fist slammed into his jaw and the bone cracked beneath the punch. Acel's head ripped backwards with the force and he felt unconsciousness almost immediately take hold. However, even in this state, he reached out and grabbed Dal'Mori's armour. His legs gave out and the only thing that kept him standing was the grip on the man as his head lolled back forward, blood oozing from his broken mouth. "Don't.....become....the monster.....that they....want you....to be...." He fell forwards into the man, unconsciousness taking hold fully and his body giving out completely. If Dal'Mori let him fall he would merely hit the ground in front of him, and the doctors already prepared to rush onto the scene and take the man into their care.






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OOC:

Sarah Hartwell

Turn 5


23 - 40 = 1 (100 - 1 = 99 - 5 (TA) 94) - 15 (Stam rule) = 79 x1 Hit
23 x 5 = 115
40 x 3 = 120
115 x .2 = 23 (Defense can't decrease damage by more than 80%)



Sarah could honestly say she was enjoying this fight. As odd as it probably was, Sarah felt like she was making a friend with it. She made a friend through show business, so maybe it wasn't too weird. Though show business was a little more friendly than fighting each other and trying to inflict harm on one another. Sarah did notice that Kad's attacks were more controlled. Sarah felt a little proud at the fact, meaning that someone listened to her when she gave them a little bit of advise. Sarah merely nodded at Kad's response to Sarah's practicing. Violin for the first two hours, then a hour break, then two hours went into fighting, a break once again, then she could choose between music and fighting for the last two before she went into the shower and tried to relax her very sore muscles. It wasn't an every day routine, obviously. She did perform so she would take days off to join her family on small tours, but she still threw practice in when she could. Sarah looked down at her own gun, having only fired it at non-living targets. Sarah only planned to use it when she was desperate. She was still unsure about shooting a hole in a living thing. Or maybe because you couldn't truly control it. All you have to do is hold it up and pull the trigger. But didn't control how hard it would hit, how far it will sink into someone's body. With a sword or the like, you could control it. You can stop it before it gets worse. But a bullet, it had a mind of it's own, it did what it wanted and Sarah wasn't too comfortable with that.

Sarah watched as Kad dodged her attack, the way she did caught Sarah a little off guard as she watched Kad step away from her. Sarah tried to turn to block the attack but this time Kad had the speed. Sarah let out a hiss of pain as the mace smacked into her core. Sarah quickly blocked the next attack with a smack of her sword, wincing when the pain shot through from her arm pulling up. The core of the body, the middle of it all, was a good spot to hit. Everything moved with the help of it, and Sarah was going to have to fight through it. It was her fault, she should have kept up her speed. Taking a few deep breathes, Sarah could almost feel the bruises forming on her sides. Possibly on her ribs too, but that couldn't stop her. Even if she definitely didn't feel a hundred percent. Sarah readied herself and charged forward, swinging her sword toward Kad, fighting the pain that shot through with every motion.