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The Reaper Crab had seen the discomfort on the woman's face as it bounced her staff away from it and it shuddered with excitement. It was merely happy to see the discontent on her face. Any sort of discomfort was opportunity to abuse the situation and bring more of that discomfort to her. She didn't like when it vibrated her staff the way that it did, so perhaps it just needed to do more things like that. But, even as her attacks bounced back and were deflected away, the woman remained in an infuriatingly positive state. Sure she seemed bummed out and tired in certain ways, but at the same time, she was still so god damn full of childish energy. She started jumping around in the middle of the battle and throwing punches into the air as if she had time to waste. The Reaper Crab wanted to just rush in and beat her to death while she was doing these antics, but it was so stunned by the woman's lackadaisical attitude that it couldn't even move until she had picked her weapon back up and readied herself. By this time, it was too late, and she had already begun her assault anew. It had to keep deflecting these blows, however. It was the only way it was possibly going to win this. It was a battle of attrition. As soon as she was too tired to go on, it would be easy for the crab to--holy s**t! The attacks came faster than it had expected. It raised its claws with all of its might to knock the first away, and then spun its body to move the already raised claws to intercept the second attack. As the third came in the claws slammed down on the metal weapon, hoping to make the same sort of vibrations as before shoot up her arms. But as the fourth came in, the Reaper was baffled as it raised its claw and the woman's weapon slammed against the side of it and kept going. The staff seemed to have been wearing down the shell of the Reaper Crab, and this time it shattered the tip of the claw off completely and the Crab roared in pain as the blood began to spurt out of the end of the claw. As she continued her assault, the Reaper charged forward ,planting its head directly into her stomach to launch her backwards and stop her attacks as it screeched in agony. This b***h! This b***h has broken its claw! She needed to die! Die! DIE!!! The crab, at this point, was in a relentless frenzy. It rushed in toward her with reckless abandon and slammed its claws down one final time, trying to bash her skull in.



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OOC: SO close to two hits. =[

Corrinne could see the reaper crab grow giddy at the prospect of defeating her and this somewhat angered her. All this fighting and it still wanted some more, where she just wanted it to be finished. She didn't have the knowledge to operate her weapon properly and she found this to be a disadvantage even if she was still able to use it to clobber the heck out of the Core. They were locked in combat till finally another piece of the creature gave and some of his claw disconnected from the rest of its body. Blood spurted out and made Corrinne jump, for some reason she didn't realize that it could bleed and this disturbed her. Her eyes widened in shock as it screeched in pain. The next thing she knew the creature head-butted her away to make some distance between them. The feeling of its hard head in her gut alarmed her and she allowed it to move her body upwards and out. Looking down at it in the process she felt pity for it and wanted to help it, even though she knew they were locked in battle. And it was either kill or be killed. She didn't like the sound of the later.

Once it had retrieved its baring, it launched into another attack, which Corrinne found amazing since it seemed to be in so much agony. The claws billowed down toward her and blood dripped onto her arms and chest before she lunged away again. These leaps weren't happening as fast as they were before and she could feel her agility waining. Taking the opportunity as its large claws crushed into the earth again, Corrinne leapt in with her staff and began to continue the constant barrage of attacks. Feeling worse since she could see the pain it was in but non the less ruthless.




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OOC: At least I got one biggrin Just one more! Come on!

The Reaper Crab was bleeding profusely from the end of its claw, and even as it swung the heavy appendages down toward Corrinne, the blood sprayed across her face and body, though her defence was not phased by the liquid spattering across her visage. The crab was in agony, to be sure, but it was not going to give up. It couldn't give up. It still had hope to land a blow on the woman and take her out. It needed blood! It needed to satisfy its need to kill, and if it could not kill the woman, at the very least it wanted to break the woman's bones! However, though the woman looked sympathetic toward the beast, her savage assault did not abate. She shot inwards towards the wounded crab her first strike was not a problem to deflect with its body, sliding it off of the side of its hardened shell, the second strike was a little harder, and the third a little harder still, but it managed to fend off the crazed woman and her flurry of strikes before the fourth came sliding in past the Reaper Crab's guard and smashed across the side of its head. The Reaper felt no pain, but its vision went dark and its body collapsed to the grass below. Its body began to slowly break apart and then in a blast of light it seemed to vaporize, strings of letters and numbers swirling around the body of the enemy. The essence of the A.I. Core laid bare. It was the code that the Code Core was designed to harness, and it suddenly whirled in toward Corrinne, headed for her staff, and as it was being absorbed into the Code Core, the item would change, and the woman, as it completed its absorption, Corrinne would wake up in the lab, where she had been put to sleep--the new found power flowing through her body, and an official member of the B.A.I.T.R Organization.



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OOC: Alright~! So your combat is over, and you are the victor! ^__^
You can have Corrinne absorbing the essence into her Code Core (the staff) and then have the appearance of the silver bo staff change in any way that you like, as Code Cores change slightly when they absorb an A.I. dependant on what A.I. is inside of them. After this, you are free to RP wherever you like, and do whatever you want. Though if you want to be a part of the upcoming Guild Event, you will need to head over to the B.A.I.T.R Headquarters. ^__^

Also, your lines are no longer doubled, as combat is over as of this turn! =] After your next post, you will need to do an update. You can check mine out for a reference. =]

The final crack with the staff across the reaper crab's face made the creature look dazed at first but then it fully collapsed. The ground shook from its weight. Then suddenly it began to break apart and disperse in what looked like streams of number data and code, it whirled around her and finally settled in her weapon, the Bo staff. Quickly, it began to change the shape of the staff, taking the personality of the crab; it grew jagged near the edges like the claws of the crab, with spikes sticking out from the ends. It also took on the nice yellow green that Corrinne had admired of the reaper crab from the beginning. Touching her face, she realized some of the blood from the battle had fallen on her face. Looking down at her fingers, she rubbed the crimson liquid between her thumb and pointer fingers. Then it began to grow dark. Taking one final look at the lush landscape, Corrinne began to close her eyes in the world of her mind before opening them again in the real world.

Her eyes fluttered awake and the doctor from earlier looked down at her with a confident grin. "See, I told you, you would be fine." His tone was warm and understanding. Bracing herself up on her elbow the doctor moved toward her just in case she needed help getting up. "I'm happy you knew because I felt like it was touch and go in there." Corrinne spoke hoarsely as she looked down at her hand where she wiped the blood away in her mind naturally it was gone now. She rubbed the fingers together again as she leaned up to a sitting position on the bed. "That is to be expected." The doctor continued holding her shoulder protectively, "Would you like me to call your uncle to tell him the procedure was a success?" She nodded and looked down at the staff beside her, its actual image had changed, like in the dream. Lifting it up, it suddenly felt much heavier than she remembered. Smoothing her hand over its surface she gripped it and quietly whisper, "thank you," to her weapon. More likely thanking the memory of her mother rather than the actual Core.

Looking around she noticed the others 'sleeping', when the doctor returned to her she asked him, "Will they be alright?" He looked at the others and nodded, "Let's hope so. That's the idea after all," He offered her his arm to help her down off of the medical bed. Once touching down on the ground Corrinne wobbled and held onto the doctor. Grabbing her by the waist, he steadied her, "careful." She looked down at her body and it looked fine but she realized that she had grown tired from the battle in her mind. Returning her eyes to the doctors, she smiled weakly, "I guess the stress took more out of me than I realized." He beamed back at her. She regained her footing but kept one hand on the doctors offered arm. “So, what’s next?” Corrinne asked inquisitively and the doctor looked at her with a start as he led her to the next room. “Well, you could head to headquarters, as you have successfully completed the HALF procedure, they would help you with training and honing your skills.” He talked and walked with her, she gripped the staff in her opposite hand protectively. “I would like that,” She answered, holding the weapon up to analyze it. “I would like to learn.”





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OOC: Booyakasha!

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

The Elder Wolf was growing tired of these games. Even as it charged in and attempted to skewer the strange girl with its horns, she utilized those strange bladed arms to block the incoming attack. The classroom that they fought inside of was trashed, and the more time passed the more destroyed the room became. However, as soon as the woman had blocked its attack, she started in on attacking the Elder Wolf once again. She slammed forward and attempted a horizontal cut across its legs, but the beast hopped up, jumping into the air and allowing the blade to pass beneath it. When the Elder Wolf landed, it snarled as it saw the desk fragment coming in towards it. It turned its body and used the muscular sides of its body to deflect the piece of desk, but as it bounced the desk piece off of its body, the woman was already coming in for a second attack. As she slashed upwards with the bladed arm, the Elder Wolf threw its head downward into the attack, tangling the blade with its horns to keep it from doing any damage. As they disengaged from each other the woman ran out of the classroom, and the Elder Wolf followed her out into the corridor. As they found each other in the hallway, the Elder Wolf licked its lips, baring its teeth at the mechanical woman. It snapped its jaws yet again and let out a blood curdling howl. It was the end of the games with this opponent. The Wolf's eyes slowly became red, and the muscles on its body seemed to bulge ever so slightly and with a burst of incredible speed the Elder Wolf entered a state of pure bloodlust as it shot toward Quantis. It lowered its head once again, attempting to skewer the girl with its horns, but this time it was moving much faster and the maneuver was infinitely more powerful. It was going to end this little girl.



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OOC: Okay, so remember that it has entered bloodrage. =]

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

Turn 09 84% defense chance 1 failed = 13 damage

Marthun listed to the strained speech of the machine as it conveyed its own thought process to him. Saying that what Marthun had honestly assumed was merely untrue in every way. This made Marthun's stark face smile and his eyes softened. The creature he was facing was truly and utterly desperate to have Marthun prove his worthiness to be the Harbinger's master. Marthun laughed to himself as the Harbinger fired off an arrow aimed for the legs and Marthun flipped forward and, using rotational momentum, caught the bolt mid air in time to smile as he met an incoming fist with his forehead, with nary a wince, the smile remained and a trickle of blood dripped down between his eyes from where the fist now resided.

"It pleases me that we will get to know each other, though I'm sure in the future we will end up having to part ways at some juncture, I will be sure to hold onto your as long as physically possible. Perhaps one day we can come here together...back to this place." he said with a smile as he rotated the bolt in his hand and using it as a makeshift dagger he thrust it forward toward the chest of the harbinger and then rocketed a kick straight up into the hip joint once again, this time from the bottom. This attack was sheer brutality packed into a happy go lucky expression that didn't telegraph the attack one bit. It would he hard to dodge, especially this late in the fight and for the Harbinger it was all starting to come down to luck. Both sides were wearing down quite fast, but it seemed that Marthun had the heavier strikes.

Should Marthun live to become a legend among the baiter community or die without a word to anyone in the wastes of some cesspool left on the planet it would make no difference, but if he became a legend. Then at least the Harbinger would have a name that meant something positive and no longer would it merely be viewed as an evil entity used for destruction by a misunderstood enemy.

Who? Harby
Where? Vatican
What? Fighting
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OOC

The Harbinger watched as the arrow was easily avoided, and the man was able to actually snatch it out of the air once again, flipping around and snagging it while he was performing his acrobatic feats. The demonic core was still impressed by the man's mobility, but it was an issue in the long run. The Harbinger felt its body slowing down greatly. But it wasn't ready to give in quite yet. It was not ready to lay down and die. It was going to give everything in had for the entire battle, no matter what. As the demon attempted to slam the man, he met the blow with his head, and seemed to shrug it off like some sort of monster. It entertained him greatly, even though the A.I. knew that it shouldn't find joy in its enemy's ability to outfight him. The Harbinger merely took it with a grain of salt as the man suddenly lurched back into attack mode, slamming the arrow it had shot at him back towards its own chest. As he did this, however, the Harbinger slammed its body towards the man, knocking him off balance and using this opportunity to negate the man's first strike. Then it was a savage kick that the Harbinger had to deal with, but Marthun was going for the same strike that he had gone for before, andthe Harbinger was already all too aware of its weak point. As the kick came towards the Harbinger's hip joint, it hopped backwards, narrowly evading the strike, feeling the wind pressure from the strong attack brush against its body. But as soon as the kick had past by, the Harbinger jumped into action. It quickly slid in towards the man and brought the sword arm down in an overhead swing, hoping to cleave something important off of the man. An arm or a head would be just lovely. Then, as soon as the sword had completed its path, the Harbinger, as much as it hurt the hip joint to do it, spun its body in a 360 degree turn in order to send the vertically attacking blade into a sudden horizontal slash to try to catch the man off guard.



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OOC:

Raindrops are my tears,
wind is my breath and my story,
branches and leaves are my hands,
because my body is wrapped in roots.
When comes the season of a thaw,


Blood sprayed onto her face and suit as she severed the flesh of the monster but not dealing a fatal strike. She didn't felt cutting any bones and the blood she drew wasn't enough for her to actually cut the main artery. The Elder Wolf had evaded in a nick of time from getting it killed while lost in its blood thirst. With both woman and beast wounded, it was only a matter of time to tell who fall first due to fatigue and blood loss.

Quantis who had only a single arm she can use as the her left one was dangling on her side as a useless baggage. She had attached the blade mounted on her left arm to her left leg as it was useless when the limb cannot move anymore. The femme had taken her stance, not letting the glimpse feeling of landing a hit lower her guard as the Elder Wolf charged. She didn't not expect for it to use a feint, leaping towards her only to shift where it would land with her back facing its sharp horns.

The dread from being stabbed attacked her senses; it gave an invisible sense of being pierced on her back. She used that to detect the incoming attack, ducking down, hugging the ground as the attack came. She winched as pain shoot through her nerves, the sudden movement made blood come out of her punctured arm. However, the pain she felt, Quantis ignored it as she moved to attack the beast.

A sweep of her bladed-leg to the legs followed it up with another attempt to decapitate the beast as she vaulted, landing on her feet and in front of the beast. The gradient-haired femme ran and leaped towards the wall on her right, jumping again and crossing over to touching the wall that was on her left. The belle directed her body, leaping yet again without much delay like all the others towards the beast, her bladed right arm aiming to cut it down in half and hard.

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I'm awake and sing a song.
The forget-me-not that you gave me is here.
I need you to be stronger than anyone
I release my soul so you can feel my song.


(O.O.C.: )

Turn 7
Defense/Evasion:
19 - 15 = 4 (100 - 4 = 95% - 15% (Stamina Reduction) = 80% Chance)



Quote:
Health: 150/200
B.A.I.T.R. Standing: 20
Control Limit: 160

Skill: 15
Strength: 10
Defense: 15

Tactical Advantages:
N/A - Level N/A - N/A




Quote:


Standard Code Core 1 - [Memento]


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