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"Yessir," Gamma Eight peeped, intimidated enough by her partner to listen to him, at least for the moment. Leaving him would make her an easy target, so it was best to just cover him for now.

[ Theta Two is attacking Zeta Seven! ]

Sorry.

Thats what they said before the attack. Sorry. Theta two's head wavered with questions, philosophical thoughts that hurt her brain to think. She tried to push them clumsily to the back of her mind, to think only of the present and the bullets now whirring past them, along with the badly aimed punch. Do you say sorry before you try to kill someone? Does it make you feel better about yourself? She thought, moving closer to Theta-nine. Oh, how she wished she was the shield, so that she could take all of the damage for him instead. Because it felt wrong to let him take the blows. It felt wrong to be the one to attack without even a lick of skill, when Thyme was the one paying for her mistakes. But there wasn't anything she could say now. The game had been set, the game she had decided to play. It was her fault for where she was now. But she didn't regret it. Not if it meant protecting Thyme.

You know thats not the full truth, She thought sharply to herself, mouth twisting wryly from within the mask. Theres a selfish part in there too.

Withdrawing Excalibur as Alpha Eight reeled past her, the girl might have worn a dry look on her face for a moment, even though it was terribly curious and almost expected that she would do the same. "I'm sorry to you too," She said, the words feeling heavy and tilted with regret. She didn't want to kill, but she would if she had to. She couldn't escape the savagery that the island brought, and what she loathed to become but would in the end if it meant saving the ones who'd held out their hands when she needed them the most. "I guess neither of us wants to do this, huh? But I cant let them die." She was lying again, lying for the sake of her morals. A great deal of it was the truth, but another part of her screamed that there was a part of her that wasn't doing this survival, and a part of her who was doing this for herself. She wondered briefly as she looked from Zeta Seven to Alpha Eight if she'd be better off using her fists, but at this point... well, she couldn't really tell. She wondered who to attack first, but the one with the gun seemed a bit more dangerous. And he had shot at Thyme. So with one last look to her partner, she said, "Keep me close, and wish me luck. I'll see you after this, alright?"

And then she moved, raising the stake to strike Zeta Seven. "No hard feelings either," She said, "but I dont plan on letting you kill him, cheri."

( Weapon being used: Wooden Stake.
Total Damage to self: 0
Total Damage to opponent Zeta Seven: 3.
Total HP value left: 29 )

[Alpha Eight is attacking Theta Two]

As he stumbled past his intended target. He could feel a wave of embarrassment wash over him. Alpha Eight's nerves were already shot. His stomach tightly woven into knots and his knees on the verge of shaking. Nothing like completely missing to boost one's ego. Nothing like it. He hadn't the feeling of inexperience. The feeling of being completely unable to perform the task given to him. However, his new found traveling companion did have a point. If they worked together, maybe they could take the rest down. They did have their respective shields after all. Without hesitation, he responded.

"Works for me. A four person team has a much better chance than a two person team, in theory at least. Haha."

Nervous laughter reared its ugly head once more. Not like he wasn't already on edge. Then to add injury to insult, Theta Two had her own choice words for him. She was sorry? Oh how lovely. Pity. Eight didn't care whether she lived or died before he swung, but now, he certainly was swayed towards the latter. Regaining his composure, he tried once more and would continue to do so until she was laying on the ground. Balling his hand into a fist once more, he readied another punch. Taking a step back, he then threw himself at her once more. However this time, he aimed for her back.

This time he didn't foolishly fall back. The punch made contact, though the real impact was yet to be seen. However, the important part to Alpha Eight was that he actually hit something. Him, the cowardly medic. He hit her. Finally he did something on his own.

(12 - 6 = 6 )
Weapon: Melee
Total Damage to self: 0
Total Damage to opponent Theta Two: 6
Total HP value left: 24

Gamma Eight winced and felt her eyes start stinging. At least she was being protected, but her partner had moved to his fists? Who did that? Her heart heavy, she moved to protect him again.

{ Theta Nine is being a meatshield, a.k.a. defending Theta Two. }

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"Of course," Theta Nine told his partner, all casualness. "Told you before, I'm hard to lose." Indeed, he kept to her side as she moved, rather than waiting for her to return after an attack.

Freed of the burden of deciding who to attack, Thyme proved vigilant in watching the two swords who seemed intent on attacking Tattoo. Spotting Alpha Eight moving toward his sword, he quickly stepped across to intercept that punch. He vaguely hoped it would miss again, but no such luck this time.

Even if he had expected to get--had, in fact, actively put himself in danger's path--he found that he had to work to stifle the gasp that rose to his lips. He succeeded, though. "You missed your mark, sorry," he chirped over at Alpha Eight when he trusted his voice again, sounding much more cheerful than he actually felt. "Hope hitting me's a decent consolation prize." Even as he spoke, he threw out a warding arm to block Zeta Seven's fist.

"It seems like sorry's the fashionable thing to say, I don't know why." Blah blah blah -- what is it about fights? They seemed to loosen Thyme's tongue when he was actually supposed to save his breath. As an afterthought, he added, his chipperness wearing just a little brittle, "And it really doesn't matter that it's not personal if you keep throwing punches, y'know." While he spoke, he shifted to put himself out of punching range as best he can. At this point, given the close quarters, the best he could do really wasn't that good at all, especially since he was still careful to stay within attack-interception range of Theta Two. He cast a quick glance at poor Gamma Eight, noting the extent of her injuries as well as feeling a pang of sympathy for his fellow shield, even if she was on the other side.

Still, he was going to protect Theta Two. His eyes scanned her opponents -- their opponents -- warily, watching for their next move. "Don't mind me. I'm fine," he told his sword, cheerful again. He had to convince her, and he had to avoid worrying or distracting her. Was it a good thing or a bad thing to team up with someone you knew? He didn't know. "We'll be fine. Just focus."

Initial HP: 28 HP
Damage from Alpha Eight: 6/2 = 3 HP
Damage from Zeta Seven: 1/2 = 0.5 rounded up to 1 HP
Total damage to self: 4 HP
Total HP value left: 24 HP

[Alpha Eight is attacking Theta Nine]




"Right, right, sorry η XI! But that was good right? Don't worry, I'm going to make up for it!"

Damn nerves. Stupid things kept him on edge, his mind still scattered from this crazy game of cat and mouse. How was he supposed to gather his thoughts in such a short time? Especially when he was forced to fight for the first time. At least the others had some practice with the boss battle, even if that was beating up their own team member. Whatever, they had an advantage as far as Alpha Eight was concerned. Inexperience he would have to make up for now, when they were thrown into the fray. Though he did feel relieved to have η XI around. The shield acted as a much needed crutch. That was something he could support, deep down. Now that he had taken Eight's damage, Eight felt a little remorse for being able to run around freely with the support of another, forced support at that. He would have to repay him in full somehow. Maybe share pendant? Maybe. Eight still needed to get off the island first and foremost. That was the priority, but it didn't hurt to have a friend or two along the way. Maybe. For now the only way he could repay the Eleven's kindness was to follow his advice.

"You got it Eleven!"

With those words, he charged ahead once more. This time his fist's aim was any part of the other team's shield. Alpha Eight hoped for a repeat of his last success now that his target was Theta Nine. Beginner's luck was all he was riding on now.

(7 - 6 = 1 )
Weapon: Melee
Total Damage to self: 0
Total Damage to opponent Theta Nine: 1
Total Target HP value left: 23