The Omega Model was surprised by the man's quick, almost feline like movements. It was like he was part animal, and it was almost terrifying to fight against the man's almost unpredictable movements. He slid in close and suddenly his hand had jutted upwards, smashing the machine gun into the air and the bullets ripped upward into the sky instead of into its enemy, and the Omega Model emitted a high pitched tonal sound, obviously expressing its frustration. But then the man stepped back from him and began to pace around the arena in the middle of battle, creating some sort of inner dialogue as he spoke about the fact that the battle was going to end in his favour and all that s**t. The Omega Model did not enjoy such blathering. But as the man came back around, his entire personality seemed to have shifted, and the Omega Model could detect all the subtle changes easily. This man was unstable to say the least. As he rocketed forward, the leg sweep came quickly and the Omega Model jumped up into the air, though it immediately realized that it had made a grave error as it looked at the savage grin that was plastered across the man's face. He recovered from his acrobatic spinning sweep kick so quickly that the Omega Model could not keep up. The palm strike came extremely fast and hard toward the Omega Model's chest and when it impacted, it crushed inward, leaving quite the dent in the core's armor and damaging some of the internal components. The force was absolutely staggering. It sent the core flying backward, as it was hit in the air, and it tumbled into the ground. The only saving grace was that the backward momentum had cleared the A.I. out of the range for the man's uppercut. When it rose to its feet the Omega Model was unstable, but it soon regained its balance, shaking its head to remove the stunned feeling. After quickly regaining its composure the core blasted forward, charging in toward Faelan and raising both arms above its head as it jumped into the air and as it came down it swung both arms down towards each of the man's shoulders, attempting to slam the arms out of their sockets if it could.
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Omega Model
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 14 Health: 85/120
Skill: 8 Strength: 11 Defense: 10
Tactical Advantage:One Person Army: You believe the only benefit of the A.I. Cores is to supplement your body with additional power. You abhor summoning their physical forms. While fighting without summoning an A.I. Core, you gain an additional +10 to all stats. However, if you do summon an A.I. core, you will receive a -10 to all stats instead.
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OOC: Okay, so now that we are on turn 5, Stamina kicks in for us both. =]
This man's resolve was good, and after the core had spoken to him, he seemed to actually contemplate the Zerox's words. It was a nice change for a human to listen to them. Even though they were enemies, they were still depending on each other for survival. Just because most of the cores were hellbent on humanity's destruction did not mean that all of them were forever bound to do so. Those of the A.I. race who were locked into confinement were already dead as far as the rest of their species were concerned. The Zerox merely smirked to himself as the man spoke, calling him 'wise one'. It could not tell if the comment was sarcastic or if it was sincere. Though this man didn't seem to be too much of the sarcastic type. Either way, it could not let flattery get the better of him. As the Zerox had launched its previous attack the man had managed to bring up both his sword and his sheath in order to block the attack, nullifying it quite well, and when the counter strike begun, he was still in the air. The man swung the blade toward him, trying to cut across his chest while he was airborne, but the Zerox quickly parried the attack, sliding the blade along the length of the spear haft, and sending it off to the side with almost no effort. But then the man was gone again, and the Zerox smirked as he felt the movement, though he could not see it. The raven-like core spun its body in mid air and used the length of his weapon to hook around the man's sword and pull it to the side before he would impact against it, effectively making the second strike null as well. He landed in front of Satoru and he was breathing heavily, it was close, and he could feel his hand bleeding from a shallow scratch that he had received when he was deflecting the first attack. It had been so close to taking off his fingers that he had barely noticed it. The defence had been lucky. But it could not distract itself now, it needed to finish this! It blasted forward, pulling back the staff and then launching it forward, though it twisted the weapon at the last second to send the blunt end of the staff toward the man's gut, fully intending on crackign some ribs or merely winding him bad enough to make him weak for the next attack.
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Zerox
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 14 Health: 139/180
Skill: 10 Strength: 8 Defense: 8
Tactical Advantage:Commander: You command the battlefield with superior strategy and intellect, giving your allies an edge in combat. Anyone fighting alongside you gains +5 Defense.
The Scraptor was a vicious creature by nature, and it wanted to tear this woman apart--especially after it had managed to make a fool out of it so quickly. It had not been hit so fast in a battle before..but it supposed it had been rotting away in their damnable prisons for so long that its body had become completely weakened. These b*****d B.A.I.T.Rs loved to play dirty that way. As it came down toward the woman, its massive legs attempting to gouge out her eyes or at least leave a gash across her face, the woman managed to rip backwards and avoid the strike entirely. It growled, a low guttural sound as it landed on its feet. It was then that the woman's assault began. She swung first toward the right side of the creature, and it grunted as it shifted its body weight and lowered its center of gravity to avoid the strike, letting it pass just above its body. It was then that the woman launched across its body, shooting to the opposite side and slashing at the Scraptor's neck. It immediately hopped backwards, just in time for the blade to scrape past its neck without doing any damage. It was lucky. The third slash came for its left side, and it charged forward, lowering its head to headbutt the woman's stomach and knock her backwards. It would not do any serious damage, but it would cause her to stumble backwards enough to nullify the third strike. But the woman was incorrigible--she would not stop. Her fourth attack came for the Scraptor's tail, and it merely whipped the tail to the side to avoid the blade from hitting it, and then the fifth and sixth attacks were both aimed for its legs. But it ran forward and away from the woman to evade the two strikes and it whirled around when it had reached a safe distance, turning to face her once more and gnashing its teeth toward her, obviously annoyed by the occurrence. It had to collect itself for a few moments--pawing at the ground with its powerful feet and scratching into it before it launched forward one again, screaming in towards the woman and then lashing out with its tail, swinging it down toward her and attempting to stab her with the pointed claws in the chest.
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Scraptor
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 14 Health: 95/140
Skill: 5 Strength: 13 Defense: 10
Tactical Advantage:Deleter: You have studied hard in the art of combat, and you have become exceedingly proficient at the destruction of your foes, both human and A.I. alike. Your final damage (after defense reductions) is increased by 5%.
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OOC: Your line count was absolutely correct! Well done. =] So you just keep adding the lines to the previous poster when you are in combat like that, or when you are on a mission with other members later on, when you have passed this test, then you will do the same thing. It helps build lines quickly! =] Also, when it comes to attacks, you've been lucky already haha. Usually people don't land a hit until the 5th turn when Stamina kicks into effect. =P
Oh, and one more thing. You still had "turn 1" on your post, but it was your second turn. So just so you remember to make it one turn further every time you post. =]
This had to be end soon. She was attacking harder and harder and yet for some reason....Where were they keeping these beasts? To defeat the beast you must become it right? Part of her did not like the notion, nor the idea. She only needed to join these people and gain power, after that she could fight her own way. She didn't need this power, this creature to guide her...and yet the way it defended itself. Everything she sent had no way of hitting it this time. Was it mad? She was the one getting mad, and cocky. How dare it try and defy her! I'm not weak... She thought, watching every attack be blocked by this creature. It stood at a safe distance, unhurt and ready for another round. Her heart raced, her breath ragid. She could do this...She could win this battle. How could she not? She planned for this! She was ready! And yet...When the core charged her, she froze. Her very chest burned when she came too, slammed into by this vile creature. She coughed, her dream blood dripping from her mouth. She was silent for a moment, and then she laughed. "You think...This is it?' She said as she grabbed the tail. pulling herself off, throwing her self away and rolling across the streets of Shinjuku. Her blood, her trail, her reminder she was alive followed her to her stop, only a solid five feet away from the monster. "Please...Next time aim for my head" She said as she formed her katana once more. She was ready for another round...And another, and another! Off she went, dashing towards the core, aner in her eyes, desire in her body to kill this monster. The first move, a feint, she slashed forward and then pulled back, a spin to slash under the monsters head, a direct strike for its neck. She had time, pulling her blade down toward the monsters right leg to try and stop its movements. She could do more, continuing her assault right as she dragged herself right, her chest burning. She attempted to drag her blade across the monsters stomach, then slash on its hind right leg and then for the tail. She needed the tail gone, and thus struck at it again, her blade moving in quick succession to almost chop down and off the end of the monsters horrid tail. If she could take that out, she could end it all here, or could she? Somewhere she was doubting herself. She didn't want to have to do this again and yet she felt...Either way! This battle was still on!
ooc: Short post. School got me messed up :c I got confused because of the whole 100. Learning the system and balencing school 8D
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Stats
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 23 Health: 72/100 Control Limit: 180
With the mask now off the psychological cage that held back his natural ferocity and killing intent was now gone. It was now visible in his very being and even stifled the air within the area. The need to kill whatever in front of him was worn like a cape whenever he attacked and then it seemingly disappeared when he came to rest. Watching how an animal compose itself after it has been wounded told you much about the animals survival instinct. As Faelan watched his head cocked from side to side his look much like a hunter watching it's prey. Anger flashed across Fae's eyes as the AI jumped into the air. Watching the AI closely a sneer crossed his lips. Quickly as the AI passed the peak of his jump Faelan took a half step backwards and brought his right leg up twisting his hips and shoulders as he did so in a common leg stretch used by martial artists. To the AI it would appear as if Fae was trying to launch an upward kick too soon missing the machine, but as the AI descended its metallic arms passed Faelan by mere inches and left the AI's head in range of Faelan's actual attack. Killing intent swelled up inside him as he pulled his leg downwards his heel aimed directly at the top of the AI's head. The need to kill ones opponent was a key factor in Faelan's martial style so when his mask was on he was only able to utilize about half of the actual power of most of the techniques.
If the kick landed Faelan would back off and allow the AI to recover from the attack before he moved to launch his next to two attacks. If it didn't land Faelan would still back off to find a better angle of attack like a wolf sizing up its prey. The enemy was metal so striking it with a fist was ill advised as it risked as much damage to himself as it did the AI, but luckily his fighting style included ways to deal with suck AI as it was a fighting style specifically designed to fight toe to toe against large groups of AI both armed and unarmed. Faelan's next two attacks once again regular palm strikes. One downwards towards the inner thigh of the AI and the last one to the lower part of the abdomen where the stomach would be if the AI possessed one.
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 20 Health: 200/200 Control Limit: 160
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Raven62
Ippiki-Ookami RP rolled 1 100-sided dice:
76Total: 76 (1-100)
Satoru caught the Core's uneven breath and he also didn't miss the increased blood seeping out of the Zerox's forearm and began to wonder if he should focus back onto that one weak point. It may not have been a lethal part on it's body, but if he were to cause more damage to it or better yet just hack it off entirely, the A.I. might have more difficulty in handling both his offense and defense[Ha! If only lol]. As it was now, it was still performing it's skills fairly well, but that had to change. Otherwise, he would be stuck here in his mind forever. Another charge; Satoru crouched down before kicking off the ground and launched himself up in the air, avoiding the Zerox's attack. While he was still in mid air and watching the A.I. run beneath him in slow motion, he held his sword tightly before pinpointing the the gash on the Raven's arm. Once it was targeted, the human soldier swung his katana twice in a cross motion over the forearm.
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 20 Health: 212/220 Control Limit: 156
The man was focused, and seemed to put his everything into the battle at hand, but there was something he lacked. Even though the Zerox had been weakened by so much time in containment, this man was still only evenly matched with the A.I. Core. The Zerox knew that humans were not very strong creatures--but it never expected them to only be able to match such a weak A.I. It was almost sad. As the man jumped over the staff and avoided the strike once again, the Zerox snapped its beak in annoyance. It could not pass so much judgement on the man, though it wanted to, considering that it was just as weak as he was. It wanted to glorious fight--a fight to the death. Perhaps it was death that the Zerox truly sought. It had been abandonned by its people. What did it have left to live for? To serve these humans? It saw the man coming down toward him, swinging his sword in a cross slash for the wounded forearm, but the A.I. was not going to be trapped by such a strike. It hopped into the air, lifting its feet just slightly off the ground as it slammed the blunt end of its staff into the ground and shot backwards from the man by pushing himself off of the ground and landing a few feet away. As he recovered the Zerox narrowed its eyes at the man before it nodded to him. "Let us end this dance." The Zerox spoke, a solemn tone creeping into its voice as it marched forward, holding its staff across its body defensively. When it actually got close to the man it suddenly lashed out, swinging the staff in an upward arc, but using the blunt end instead, aiming to slam it into the bottom of the man's chin and crack his jaw to splinters.
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Zerox
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 14 Health: 139/180
Skill: 10 Strength: 8 Defense: 8
Tactical Advantage:Commander: You command the battlefield with superior strategy and intellect, giving your allies an edge in combat. Anyone fighting alongside you gains +5 Defense.
The Omega Model was prepared for the agility and the stamina of this enemy by now. It was used to the way he fought, and the unpredictable movements almost began to become predictable to him. When the man raised his leg as the Omega Model was coming down toward him, the core knew that it was not aiming for a kick at the core. It was not executed in the manner that would be required to actually land a strike like that. So, instead of trying to block it, the A.I. Core calculated the movements of the man and waited for when he would strike. When the leg came crashing down after the core had missed the attack at the man's shoulder's, the Omega Model was ready and brought up the machine gun and regular arms in a cross shape to catch the man's leg before it landed the attack that Faelan was aiming for. This was far from over. The core had been damaged, sure, but it wasn't about to give in to this man. Not a chance. The second palm strike toward the core's thigh was met with a knee as the core shot its leg up and planted the knee in the middle of Faelan's forearm, knocking the attack upward and diffusing most of the momentum behind it. As the palm strike then came for his gut once again. This time the Omega Model side-stepped the attack and lashed out with the regular hand, attempting to grab Faelan by the wrist. If this was successful, he would immediately slam his machine gun into his gut and fire a round off into his stomach. At the very least it would do some damage.
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Omega Model
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 14 Health: 85/120
Skill: 8 Strength: 11 Defense: 10
Tactical Advantage:One Person Army: You believe the only benefit of the A.I. Cores is to supplement your body with additional power. You abhor summoning their physical forms. While fighting without summoning an A.I. Core, you gain an additional +10 to all stats. However, if you do summon an A.I. core, you will receive a -10 to all stats instead.
With each move and counter move the more human aspects of Faelan's consciousness seemed to slip further and further down in the recesses of his mind. The need to kill exuded from every pore. It was a rather scary sight if one was not used to living upon a battlefield. What once had been a clam and collected man was now nothing but an animal ready to take whatever life stood in his way, be it man or machine. In truth with the mask off Faelan was a simple human weapon designed for the sole purposes of killing anything that threatened him or his now destroyed home, Sanctuary. Fae seemed to feed of the blood lust within himself and his opponent growing seemingly more and more dangerous as a battle progressed. It being shown once his strike was skillfully evaded with the AI's knee and his face showing no signs of frustration. All the residual emotions he had only moments ago had now seemed to fade from his mind. The only thing left was the simplicity of the hunt.
When the AI went to grab Faelan's arm it met with no resistance. The Zen-ryu fighting style had little in the way of holds or throws, but it was also not the only style he held within his arsenal. Quickly before the machine gun arm could be swung in Faelan pulled his held arm towards him, throwing off the AI's balance, and pivoted inwards so that his back was now facing the AI's chest. His free hand reached up and gripped the AI's forearm, of the arm that held him, as he rotated his hips and outstretched his back leg in order to produce the full force of his body weight. Keeping a grip on the arm Fae wasn't intending to throw the AI, but slam it into the ground in front of him. His mind already jumping another two moves ahead. If the AI didn't escape before the throw was successful Faelan would allow gravity to carry him downwards with his knee aimed at the joint that connected the AI's head to it's body before launching a palm strike towards the AI's face to finish off the three hit maneuver.
However on the off chance the AI did escape Fae would dart forwards putting a good amount of distance between him and the AI, as to avoid any quick gunfire, and circle around the AI to launch a set of two different moves. Fae would circle, like a wolf circling its prey before darting in as he had done a few times before. This time would appear no different as he set himself up to make a palm strike towards the thigh of the AI. However that attack was a fake. When close to deliver the palm strike he bent down and launched himself upwards his hands flashing up to grab a hold of the AI's head so he could guide his knee in to launch a strike against the AI's head before dropping down to his feet and sending a low kick aiming to smack his shin directly on the side of the AI's knee joint.
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 20 Health: 200/200 Control Limit: 160
Skill: 14 [-] Strength: 13 [-] Defense: 13 [-]
OOC: Uhhh. I think line counts got messed up somewhere, if mine was right it is what is currently up there if not, please let me know.
Raven62
Ippiki-Ookami RP rolled 1 100-sided dice:
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The Zerox avoided his attack the last second as it used it's staff to aid itself once more. Landing lightly on his feet before standing back up straight, his opponent commented on putting this fight to an end. It spoke as if knew the outcome already and who would come out the victor. The human soldier didn't know if it genuinely confident in itself or if it was just getting cocky on him. Eyes sharpened as they narrowed, sheathing his sword right before when the A.I. came charging. It came fast, but Satoru managed to dodge it's attack by leaning back just enough to avoid the staff's arch. Once it swung all the way past his height, he quickly took on the battōjutsu stance a second time. In a swift movement did he grab the hilt and unsheathed it as he dashed toward the Raven. Within a blink of an eye did he launch two strikes and both were directed at the Zerox's chest.
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 20 Health: 212/220 Control Limit: 156
Skill: 13 [x] Strength: 13 [x] Defense: 13 [x]
{OOC: Sorry if my posts get a little uncreative. I just want this to end already @_@}
The Omega Model eyed the man carefully as he melted into this completely different being. The Omega Model had never seen anything like it before--it was shocked in a way, and the shock almost threw it off enough to mess up. But, as the man grabbed the A.I.'s arm and attempted to slam it into the ground with the judo-like throw, the Omega Model's arm merely detached, cable attaching it to his arm like a string. The man flew forward with his throw, but would be thrown off balance enormously by the sudden weightlessness of the arm it had hold of. Then, as the man recovered and retreated, the cable snapped back up and attached itself one more to its shoulder. The Omega Model waited for the attacks as the man ripped inward toward it. The man threw a palm strike, but the Omega Model was a combat machine, trained to notice even the slightest changes in its opponent. The man was faking it. He went instead upwards, and as he aimed to grab the Core's head, it swung its machine gun arm like a bat and swatted the man aside, knocking him away. Then, as he returned once more, aiming a savage kick toward the Omega Model's knee, the core rose its leg and slammed its own kick into the enemy's matching it and stopping it dead. As soon as the kick had collided to block the attack, the Omega Model lurched forward and attempted to plant his palm in the center of the man's chest and send a blast of plasma from the jet in its palm to cut through the man.
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Omega Model
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 14 Health: 85/120
Skill: 8 Strength: 11 Defense: 10
Tactical Advantage:One Person Army: You believe the only benefit of the A.I. Cores is to supplement your body with additional power. You abhor summoning their physical forms. While fighting without summoning an A.I. Core, you gain an additional +10 to all stats. However, if you do summon an A.I. core, you will receive a -10 to all stats instead.
The whole world seemed to stop. Faelan saw the attack, judged it, and found it wanting. So he didn't dodge. Instead he stepped forward and grabbed the incoming hand made sure the attack landed directly onto his chest. Not that dodging it would have been easier the attack was quickly executed after all, but Fae did not wish to dodge it either. The plasma blast burned and ripped into the shirt and bandages. Blood began to fall from the corner of his mouth as the internal wounds made themselves known. It wasn't enough to kill him, nor was it enough to stagger him out right. However the attack did hurt. Faelan didn't speak as he leg go if the machine's arm and stepped back about three paces. Spitting out the blood that made its way into his mouth the previous sinister grin appeared upon his face where upon his right hand moved down and removed the injector hilt from it's pouch upon his belt. As it was removed a black shadow appeared and congealed into a long sheath gripped by his left hand. The sheath was dense, but held no for a sword to be drawn. However there was clearly a blade within. “Okami Ryu; Wild Hunt.”
With his right hand he brought the injector over towards the sheath while dropping back his left leg to drop into a common sword drawing stance. A resounding click rang out indicating that the hilt had accepted the blade into itself creating a usable sword. With the appearance of the sheath the blade could be made out to look like a old fashioned katana. It held no hand guard, and the blade was longer than the average katana, but the curve was much less as well to the point it could almost be called a straight Katana. With the long hilt of the injector completing the blade the sword was just over five feet in length, almost matching up in height to Faelan himself who stood just under six feet. As he breathed in Faelan removed the sheathe revealing the crimson colored blade, discarding the sheathe behind him as he did so. His left hand returned back to the hilt as he remained in the blade drawing stance, blade edge down, a cold gaze emanating from his eyes. Then it happened all in a blink of an eye. Faelan breathed out stepping forward with his left leg rotating his hips, and switching his grip so the blade was now held by the left hand alone he spun. With the size of the blade it would slash across the AI's abdomen as he spun. However Faelan was not done. His right hand reached around as he spun retrieving a M1911 6inch, long barreled, .45 calibur handgun from it's holder well hidden in the small of his back. As his spinning went full circle he drew and fired one round towards the AI's head before dashing back in towards the AI. His left hand brought the blade up turning it so the sharp edge pointed upwards and the back of his hand faced his nose. In this particular pose it would be rather difficult to muster up enough strength to make a powerful strike that would damage an opponent like an AI, but Faelan was not your ordinary swordsman. As he drew near Faelan made sure the point of the blade was level with the AI's chest and brought his right hand back so the barrel of the gun was now pointed directly at the hilt of the sword. Before the blade made contact he would fire off a single round into the hilt sending the blade forward with the full momentum of the shot as well as the power he could muster in his left arm aimed towards the AI's chest with full intentions of piercing the armor plating.
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The Scraptor's mouth opened and closed as if it were eating something, though it was only imagining in its mind the taste of the woman's flesh and the pieces of metal attached to her crunching in its jaws. The tail, however, had landed its mark, and the claws tore into the woman's chest. However, even after striking her with such killing intent, she was alive, and she stood back up. How was she able to do this? Most humans just fell over and died after something like that--why was she different? The core gnashed its teeth more, now, knowing that she was going to attack once again, and as she blasted forward and spun, aiming to cleave the core's neck open, the Scraptor hopped back a half step, allowing the blade to trace across the air, missing the beast's neck. And as the slash came down toward its leg, the core was already backwards from where they had started, and avoided this strike too. She was moving again directly after, sliding to the side and bringing the sword with it, attempting to cut the core's stomach open. But this time the scraptor's tail came screaming in, knocking the sword aside. As the blade flashed toward its hind leg, it hopped again to the side, making clumsy steps in the right direction to narrowly evade all of Slypner's strikes. But as she continued her assault, for some reason the Scraptor found itself getting nervous, even as it successfully parried both attacks at its tail, using the claws to deflect the blade once again. As soon as it had stopped--her assault--the Scraptor launched forward with reckless abandon. It had hit her once, and it wanted blood. It lurched forward and chomped down, aiming to bite her in the neck as hard as it could to rip out some of the woman's flesh.
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Scraptor
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 14 Health: 95/140
Skill: 5 Strength: 13 Defense: 10
Tactical Advantage:Deleter: You have studied hard in the art of combat, and you have become exceedingly proficient at the destruction of your foes, both human and A.I. alike. Your final damage (after defense reductions) is increased by 5%.
The Omega Model would have grinned if it had the mouth for it. However, joy did still bounce off of the walls of its mind as it stood there, watching its hand connect to its target and blast a hole into the man's body. However, the man was smart enough to redirect the arm ever so slightly so that it didn't hit any vital points, though it would have hurt like hell. However, what the man did after the strike hit was what concerned the Omega Model. He pulled out a monster of a sword and charged forward. The first attack, the Omega Model bent over backwards into a bridge form, and the swing went overtop of the core's body. The second attack surprised it to say the least, as the man fired off a bullet towards the Omega Model's head, but the core brought its hand up, tracking the trajectory perfectly and blasted a jet of plasma that melted the bullet as it was coming closer and sent the pieces bouncing off to the side. The last attack however, came too fast. The man was in front of him like a demon and as he stabbed forward and shot the bullet, the sword blasted forward and crushed into the Omega Model's chest. It ripped through the armour and tore out of the back of the Core's chest, though it did not destroy any of the vital components within the core's chest. It hopped backwards, the sword sliding out of the wound before the man could do any more damage and then it brought its machine gun up once more, the barrel rotating and then blasting forward, shooting a hail of bullets towards the man.
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Omega Model
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 14 Health: 50/120
Skill: 8 Strength: 11 Defense: 10
Tactical Advantage:One Person Army: You believe the only benefit of the A.I. Cores is to supplement your body with additional power. You abhor summoning their physical forms. While fighting without summoning an A.I. Core, you gain an additional +10 to all stats. However, if you do summon an A.I. core, you will receive a -10 to all stats instead.
The Zerox watched Satoru with cold calculation as the man was able to lean backwards just in time for the staff's blunt end to come swinging directly past his head, and when the man prepared himself to attack, the Zerox was still preoccupied with its upward swing of the weapon. The man's jaw was undamaged, to be sure, but the Zerox was sure that given the man's speeds throughout the combat so far, it would have the time to avoid any incoming strikes. But this was different--something had changed in the man--he had evolved somehow during this combat--learning and growing stronger. The first slash caught the Zerox off guard as it tore through the air like lightning. The Zerox had no time to actually defend as the sword slashed across his chest, but as the second came in, though they seemed like one fluent attack, the second one was slightly slower and the Zerox had enough time to lower the staff and intercept the second blow. The steel rang off off the staff and the Zerox almost grinned as it looked down to the gaping wound that ran through its chest armour. This man had cleaved through its armour and into its body...that was a hell of a feat. The Core looked Satoru over and it nodded in respect to the man. This battle was at a close, it was sure, but it would not go down without a fight. It charged in and spun the staff high about his head before bringing it down quickly, all the way towards the man's head, though it was a feint as the blade kept going and it instead targeted the man's lower legs.
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Zerox
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 14 Health: 58/180
Skill: 10 Strength: 8 Defense: 8
Tactical Advantage:Commander: You command the battlefield with superior strategy and intellect, giving your allies an edge in combat. Anyone fighting alongside you gains +5 Defense.
