As the AI pulled back Fae thrust his hand down to the left as if he was trying to clean blood of his blade. It was a instinctual movement as there was of course no blood on his blade. Then Faelan bolted forward after the AI once more. It was then that he caught sight of the machine gun firing once more. It was too late to dodge so Faelan simple lowered himself and brought the sword over to his right side with his left hand, as if he was drawing the blade once more, and then crossed his right over the left effectively adding an extra layer of protection to his vital points. It paid off as a bullet ripped through shoulder and another went through the meaty part of his thigh. However he did not slow down in the slightest, instead simply gritted his teeth and bore his fangs at the AI. As he got within the blades reach of the AI Faelan pulled his right hand up and swung the blade low aiming to cut the ankle of the AI. If the AI were made of flesh and blood, if the attack were to hit, it would most likely sever the Achilles tendon restricting it's movements. As he passed behind the AI he would throw his hand back and fire off another round at the back of the AI's head.
If the AI were able to dodge Fealan would lift the sword, switching his hold on the grip to one would be more suitable for a spear, and then throw it with all the might he could muster towards the AI. If the AI didn't managed to dodge Fae would act before it could spinning around and sending his sword, point first, into the back of the AI with all intentions of piercing through to the front. All feints, emotion, and trickery had finally left Faelan. Everyone of his attacks would now be moves made to kill his opponent throwing away whatever part of him was necessary to complete that task. This is the true form of the Dread Wolf, Faelan McBride.
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 20 Health: 168/200 Control Limit: 160
This was becoming a bit tedious the more she had to go through with this battle. It should've been over with by now, but here she was, ducking it out with this core. How could it keep up with her? Or was the question how she could keep up with it? She had missed the neck, the monster stepping back. She continued forward, but the monster was just in escape range. She scoffed, the monster coming to bite at her neck. It wanted blood, it wanted her dead and she wanted the same for the core. They understood one another, they understood the desire to kill and the desire to end one another, so here she was, jumping over the creature, her blade slashing across its back. She wasn't going to just take being eaten, nor was she going to be the one to be hit again. Her dodge into an attack would only be met with her stomping downwards on the monsters back, a quick movement to slash her blade into the monsters tail. She had to get rid of the monsters monst strongest attack point. Three attacks out of her usual six. She was fast, yet this monster refused to quit, and so did she. Sliding to the core's right now, she slashed down, jumping off the monster and circling around it. This time, she circled to the right and tried to shove the larger monster so it would land on its back. Either way, hit or miss, she went for a quick downward slash, taking off from the monster as to not be in range. Of course she knew that anything could happen after and she was in trouble no matter how much she thought she could truly escape.
ooc: I just want to win or lose @. @
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 23 Health: 60/100 Control Limit: 180
The Scraptor was not as lucky this time around. It had hoped that the wound in the womans' chest would make her less agile and even easier to hit--but it was wrong. She still held a load of hidden agility as she burst through the attack and avoided it with expert precision. The Core was frustrated by the lack of blood, but it could wait--it had already hit her once, it was bound to hit her again, right? As they fought tooth and nail the woman was flipping over its back, aiming a slice toward it, which the creature caught with its tail, redirecting the attack to the side with a swipe of the tail. As she then came down to stomp on the Scraptor, it hopped out of the way, using its powerful legs to shoot forward and the woman would instead land on the ground. As she assaulted the Scraptor's tail once again, the beast lashed out, chomping down on the blade of her sword, catching it in its mouth and holding it firm for a few moments to stop the momentum of her swing before it released the blade and dodged backward quickly so the woman couldn't cut its mouth on the way out. She went for a series of slashes after that, slashing down which was met with its tail once again, and then attacking with a shove, attempting to blow the beast over, but it threw its body weight back at her, being quite sizeable, and managed to meet her force with an even force, so that her shove would feel like she had just pushed against a wall. As soon as the woman realized that it was not going to work, however, she slashed at it again. This time, the Scraptor jumped backwards and let the blade miss it once again. As soon as it had hopped back though, it lowered its head toward the ground and began charging forward, aiming for the woman in a wild dash. It lifted its head in the last second, aiming to throw its hard head into her stomach and crack the woman's ribs and knock the wind out of her. If she was winded, she would be weaker and more vulnerable to its next attacks.
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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: Remember that your next turn is turn 5, and you will need to take that 15% off of your chance from the stamina rule. =] I know that the battles seem really long and such, but it is mostly because you have nobody else to interact with and such in the first fight. But I just like to make sure that everyone knows how the combat system works and they are comfortable with it before they run into the real fights and get killed. ^__^
The battle was a true back and forward, both combatants landing blows on the other, drawing blood and damaging their bodies. However, getting this far into the fight, the Omega Model was able to tell that his enemy was less hurt than it was. Faelan was going to be able to continue fighting at this rate, long after the Omega Model had reached its limit, which was sad for the Omega Model. It was a type of A.I. Core that was renowned for its ability to take on many opponents by itself--it was a fighting machine built to destroy, and yet it had been reduced to this by its prison sentence. It couldn't even fight one weak human anymore. As it shot its hail of bullets it gained some confidence as it saw a couple of them rip through the man's body, but he was protecting his vital points extremely well. As he launched himself forward, swinging the sword low, the Omega Model immediately lifted its leg and swung it, knocking its foot off of Faelan's shoulder to spin him to the side and negate the attack. Then the man was gone, recovering from the slight spin with expertise and continuing in his forward motion in a blur to get behind him and release a shot towards the Omega Model. As soon as the man had gone behind him, however, he dove forward, tucking and rolling, knowing that an attack would come, but not what. The bullet aimed for his head, luckily missed because of the maneuver. And as the core stood up and turned around, its sensors went crazy. There was an incoming object that it had absolutely no ability to stop. It was too close. It shifted, attempting to jump to the side, but as it jumped, the blade was already there, ripping forward and stabbing into the front of the armoured suit and ripping out the back. The Omega Model, after hitting the ground, found that it had pieces damaged on the inside that were creating an abnormal glitch in its movements--no longer as precise as before. It pulled the sword out of its body and it held it tight as it narrowed its eyes at Faelan. It blasted forward, holding the blade, and when it got close it sent the blade flashing upwards in an attempt to stab the man, driving the blade up towards his stomach to cause the same sort of wound that the man had just inflicted upon the core.
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Omega Model
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 14 Health: 15/120
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.
Faelan hadn't moved since he let his sword fly into the AI's chest. The emotionless, true personality, had finally fully sunk into being. The only thing that leaked from him was the need to kill. This had been the reason he had survived until this day. As his mind settled into it's true nature the stars in the sky had begun to disappear one by one. A red hue replaced the blackness of the sky as the real battle commenced. However Faelan could tell that the AI was not going to be able to fight much longer. As for himself the wounds on his body were nothing that would slow him down, and if left alone they would close up on their own. His body was more resilient than most before it was experimented on. A few more scars wouldn't amount to much. Fae's cold eyes gazed over the AI with lack of care as it pulled the sword from its chest. “I am disappointed. It doesn't matter if you want to any longer, you will join me. If for nothing else than to help me find a stronger opponent so that I too may devour it. If you prove useful, you shall be rewarded.” The words were sharp and cold, holding little room for anything to say no. Each one would be like a blade piercing the will of those listening. It was apparent however that AI was no longer listening. Desperation clutched its circuitry.
A bored sigh escaped his pale lips as the AI closed in with his own sword in hand. Faelan brought his left hand back behind his back to grasp his secondary melee weapon. Unlike his Katana this blade was completely straight and held a simple curved point like that of a Katana. The blade held the same red hue as his Orochi. As the point of his own sword reached Faelan's chest he stepped to the side and drew the straight knife from it's sheath. Then he launched forward with all the strength he could muster. Faelan's aim was to send the blade into the AI's chest with his full weight behind it. Since the blade held no hand guard it would sink all the way in until Faelan's hand reached the AI's chest. The force of the attack, if it landed, should send both of them towards the ground. However Faelan wouldn't stop there. His next attack would be launched if the AI dodged, or if it didn't, he would bring up his 1911 and fire off another shot towards the AI's head once more. If either attack there would be no reason for a third, but either way Faelan would make another. If for nothing else than to sate his own anger Faelan would use his teeth to tear at the circuitry and wires exposed on the AI's neck. However if the AI were unlucky enough to perish under anyone of his attacks Faelan would still end blow after devastating blow into the AI's body until he felt satisfied.
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 20 Health: 168/200 Control Limit: 160
10 - 15 = -5 (-15 from Stamina)(84% Defense Chance)
More and more she had to continue this battle. Even if this was just in her mind, it was a nice battle to see. They matched each other at every single step of the way. No matter the attack, no one seemed to land anything on one another. The monster was still a monster no matter how much cyber data the monster had inside it. She wouldn't be stopped by one cut, nor two. SHe would fight until the battle had ended and she couldn't move or the monster couldn't. Why was it so lucky? She wasn't this weak...She wasn't this weak at all! The creature caught the attack with its tail, which she decided must come off. No matter what she would do now, the tail must come off, as well as the head. The tail should come off due to attacking, while the head had to come off because she was pissed.She hadn't expected half the ways the monster would react to being attacked, more so being turned over on its back. It had met her weight with its own and she was confused, almost bewildered. The monster jumped away, and then came charging at her. This was to be expected, so she waited, doing nothing until the monster came just close enough. She swerved to the monsters right, jumped again, slamming down on the monsters back and rushing to jump over its tail. The first attack had been the stomp, then a quick two slashes to each hind leg. The last three slashes were aimed for the monsters tail which she really wanted gone. How long was this pain going to last?
ooc: I just want to win or lose @. @
line count is: 508 (I think you just forgot to double your line count, that's all. =P) Line count should be: 523
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 23 Health: 60/100 Control Limit: 180
The A.I. Core was on its last legs, but it was not going down--it refused to fall to this man. It refused to bend a knee to this insatiable bloodlusting freak. The A.I. thought that it had had an appetite for destruction, but this man was different--frighteningly so. As the Omega Model attempted to use the man's weapon against him, Faelan merely sidestepped the blow--but it didn't stop there--no. Faelan wouldn't be the maniac that he was if he was sated by merely avoiding an attack. Faelan appeared to be some sort of attack dog without any mind for anything but destroying his enemies. As the man stood to the side of the attack he blasted forward with a ferocious stab towards the Omega Model's chest, but the A.I. Core brought its normal hand upward and palm-striked the side of Faelan's arm to send the attack wide, completely avoiding the strike. Then, as the second attack came, the Omega Model judged the trajectory by following the man's arm movements and then immediately ducked low, knowing that the bullet was aimed for its head. But as the man jumped in towards the core, attempting to bite into the Omega Model's neck, it was surprised by the bestial nature of the man. The Omega Model brought its hand up again, and this time, as the man lunged for its neck, it grabbed him by the upper arm and twisted its body to throw him into the ground. It wouldn't hurt the man, but it would send him rolling across the arena floor. As soon as the Omega Model recovered it launched itself forward. It needed to wound the man once again, and it needed to make it a good strike--or it was done for. Its body was wearing out quickly, and it knew one more hit would mean death--likely the only reason it had managed to make it through that flurry of attacks. It had to. As it prepared, it cocked back its arm and launched it forward, shooting the sword that he had stolen from the man forward like a spear, taking a page out of Faelan's book and aiming for the body mass of the man.
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Omega Model
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 14 Health: 15/120
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.
As Faelan was thrown he twisted in the air so that he would land, much like a cat, with his feet towards the ground while he used his arms to slow his momentum. His knife had been lost during the throw. It skidded off towards the side of the walls. Fae's eyes were locked onto the AI now, it's defeat was almost certain at this point. His golden eyes caught the sudden change as the his sword was launched into the air aimed at Faelan's chest. Using the muscles in his arms he bent low before pushing off with his feet launching his entire body forward into a lightning start. It was one quick movement. As he drew closer to the sword it was still fully aimed at his chest. Fae rolled his shoulder and bent lower on his right knee so that the blade would now harmlessly pass by his shoulder. However he didn't allow it to simply pass by. His right hand reached out and grasped the hilt of the sword allowing the momentum of the sword to halt his progress forward as he brought it down to towards his hip, as if to draw it at a moments notice, spinning his left leg around he fell back on his heel so the momentum brought him full circle to once again face the AI.
Faelan slowly let his weight fall forward before pushing off once more with his legs sending him speeding forwards towards the AI. As he did his left hand fell back replacing it back within the holster. “Okami Zen-Ryu, Secret art; Three fangs.” Faelan skidded to a halt in front of the AI when he was within striking distance of his blade. His left hand fell to the hilt gripping it as far up on the hilt as he lashed out with a wide strike that would be sent upwards across the AI's chest. Then as his arm reached its full length his right hand shot upwards and across gripping the bottom of the hilt redirecting the blade back down as he stepped backwards with his right leg in a half step. However at the end of the strike his arm curved upwards so his palm faced away from him and the sharp edge of the blade was now facing upwards. With all the force he could muster his right hand was drawn back and then was thrown into to bottom of the hilt sending the tip forward into the AI's chest.
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 20 Health: 168/200 Control Limit: 160
The Omega Model knew that it was pushing everything its weakened body could muster, and it also knew that it was not enough. There was no way that it could surpass this man. Even after striking him with several attacks, the man was a monster. It would do well to serve such a man. He would turn this world on its head. The fighting power of the man without an A.I. aiding him was insanity--to unite and use each others' strengths. This human could bring down armies. The A.I. core almost laughed as it watched the man's reaction to the thrown blade. A monster indeed. The way he caught the blade out of the air was miraculous. The Omega Model had never seen a human with such capabilities. Were there others this strong? It had never seen them. "I accept!" The A.I. Core boomed as the man came at it. The Omega Model was able to predict the first attack and as the blade came upward, it dodged back and to the side of the blade, but suddenly the man flashed forward and a second redirected slash cutting through the head of the Omega Model. Its body went limp, and then suddenly the thrust sword slammed through the core's chest and the body fell, its knees hitting the ground and then its whole body slumping forward as it slowly deteriorated into light strings of code--numbers and letters and jarble that made no sense as it hovered through the air and then shot into the sword hilt that the man was holding, and as it did the form of the thing would change--reflecting the Omega Model's physical form. The man had won his test--passed the H.A.L.F procedure. He would wake in the doctors room, and a member of the B.A.I.T.R Organization would be there in the lab, waiting for him to wake up. He would be informed that he had been chosen to partake in a tournament for new Baiters, and that it would be held that day, in the Headquarters training rooms. That the elevators there would take him to his arena, and he would meet his opponent, Akio Kawaguchi there.
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Omega Model
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 14 Health: 0/120
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: Alrighty, you win! YAY! Now you can do an update. =]
Genetic Genocide
Ippiki-Ookami RP rolled 1 100-sided dice:
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It happened in a matter of milliseconds as he flashed directly at then past the Zerox, landing and stopping firmly on his right foot with sword in the air behind him at an angle. He just stayed there like that for a moment or two before recovering and standing up straight, but did not turn to face his opponent. The human soldier didn't have to turn around to know if his attack was successful that time, having felt the pressure of the armor crack under the weight of his blade followed by sinking into the flesh it so heavily guarded. If that wasn't enough to notify him, then there was the barely audible sound of blood dripping from the end of his katana. However, only one of his attacks hit. Granted, it did quite some damage, but had he landed his second blow then it would've ended the fight right then and there; he could feel the Core's power dwindling.
Lifting his sword, Satoru was going to wipe the blood that colored it, but had to pause. In it's reflection could he see himself, but hair was now light white. Further down toward the hilt, his hand was also no longer a warm peach color and instead was a cold two tone of grey. Why was his physical appearance changing and why now? Then he paused. Had a part of him been in some sort of denial about his new body; going as far to admit. . .fear? Brows lowered, now wondering if that had been affecting his fighting performance at all this whole time. The young man had been living with this body for a good month in the real world though, and figured he had more than accepted it. Eyes closed all the way in thought, perhaps not having been as convinced as he would've liked to be. This body was obviously different, if not foreign to him and a great majority of the human race, but it was thanks to it that he could live to fight another day. Maybe he was still afraid or unsure, whether of himself or of others. Satoru couldn't harbor these feelings though, rather he shouldn't for there was no reason to.
Taking a cloth from his pocket, the human soldier wiped his blade clean of the blood staining it, back still facing the Zerox as it rushed toward him. Listening closely, head suddenly turned to the side and shot the A.I. a sharp gaze. Immediately did his whole body spin afterward and right as the staff drifted toward his legs, he brought his katana in an arch to parry the staff upward and away with the the edge of the tsuba; another loud clang as the two weapons collided. In the next instant, Satoru drew his sword back to give it momentum then aimed for the Zerox's chest again with a double slash.
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 32 Health: 332/340 Control Limit: 352
The Zerox felt the open wounds on its body, and it felt the fatigue draining its movements, but this man still seemed so vital. It was almost as if the man was actually getting better--faster--stronger during this fight. He was able to learn on the fly and better himself in the midst of combat--a gift that would take him very far in the world of baiters. The Zerox knew that this battle was coming to a close before he had even attempted to strike Satoru, but he knew that he could not go out without a fight--could not fall to this human male without the man claiming the victory in true. This was that moment. The Zerox swung the staff as the man had seemed incredibly distracted, but in the blink of an eye everything changed--the staff was shot upwards by his sword--redirected perfectly, and then while the Zerox was off balance from the redirection, the man unleashed two lightning fast slashes toward his chest once again. The swords crushed through the remainder of the chest plate, and they cut deep into his bones. The blade even nicked far enough in to hit his heart and blood began to pour from his chest. "You...win this one...Satoru. I look forward to...seeing you fight. May my expertise aid you in your journey." The Zerox spoke as its body began to deteriorate into the light strings of numbers and letters and symbols that made up its coding. As the code swirled around him, it shot forward, blasting into Satoru's neck, sinking into the Code Core and becoming a part of the man's body. The Code core would change in accordance to the physical appearance of the Zerox, and then the man would find himself slowly gaining consciousness. When he awoke, he would find himself being approached by the same man who had approached Faelan not too long prior, to let him know that there was a tournament for beginner baiters, and Satoru had been chosen to join this tournament. He would need to go to the Baiter Headquarters and report to the training room. A set of elevators in the room would take them down to the arenas and as well as the seating area where the fights could be viewed from, though their fights were the last to be initiated.
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Zerox
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 14 Health: 0/180
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.
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OOC: Okay. So your double lines end here. You can make your post to end the fight, absorbing the core and waking up and all that jazz, and heading over to the Baiter Headquarters, and then you do an update again and we will start your battle with Corrinne! ^__^
The Scraptor lunged in to strike the woman, but she was not going to have any of it. She was too damn quick on her feet. As the Scraptor came barrelling forward to strike the woman, she moved quickly, dodging to the side and causing the Scraptor to completely miss it's strike. It just wanted to get more of the woman's blood out! It wanted to hit her again and again and again until the entire area ran red with her blood. It wanted to feel the satisfaction of killing once again. As she had moved to the side, the Scraptor tried to swing around and catch her, but when it did, she was already gone. It looked from side to side, but as she fell from the air and came down to slam it on its back, the Scraptor noticed her just in time. It tucked its head in and rolled forwards, somersaulting out of the way of the woman's attack. Its body could turn into almost a perfect ball shape before rolling to move quickly out of the way of certain situations. As she unleashed the slashes at its legs, the beast had already rolled forward, so they ended up cutting through the air where the Scraptor had been moments before, instead of actually cutting open its legs, but as she dodged in and closed the gap between them, the Scraptor expected the woman to attack its legs once more, but this was not what happened. It moved its leg instinctively, hoping that was her target--but instead it ended up being its tail, and the woman's sword ripped into the tail hard. It made a deep gash across the tail's surface, but it did not manage to completely remove it. The next two slashes, the Scraptor was prepared for them to come for the tail and it whirled its body around to face the woman, letting out an angry roar as her attacks missed the tail afterwards. It was bleeding heavily from its wounds, but it would survive. It needed to. It roared once again and charged forward, tucking its head and rolling forward to gain speed as it rushed the woman. It popped out of its balled form and sprung towards her, hopping up and attempting once more to sink its teeth into the woman's throat.
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Scraptor
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 14 Health: 50/140
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%.
10 - 15 = -5 (-15 from Stamina)(84% Defense Chance)
THings were getting a bit woozy for her. Even if a dream, it had to be a bit realistic for her. She had taken massive blows and kept fighting, but she was getting her strikes in. The monster had missed its strikes, allowing hers to get her own blows in. She had missed the legs, but she had gotten a good cut into the tail. It must've thought something else, but who told the monster it could think? Beasts do not deserve the right, and as she continued on, she knew what she must do. The ball form was unexpected, but nothing she couldn't deal with. She rolled out of the way, her stomach burning, but her heart still pumping. She made no attempt to stop this battle, continuing after the core as it came to a stop. She struck at whatever bit of skin she could, Three strikes and then she let it uncurl so it could be angry, and she wanted it more angry. Are...Are we not that different? She thought for a moment. That upset her, angered her. If the monster and her were the same, it had to be because they chose it for her. her head hurt, but she would make the monster hurt more. She implanted the idea that the tail was the main target, but she aimed her strikes, her last three towards the monsters head. She wanted it cut off, she wanted the monster down and bleeding. She would end it here! This would end this battle! She hoped her strikes were true, that she would bring an end to this and wake up away from all of this. She wanted nothing else to do with this battle even if she was resting. She wanted extinction, she wanted to avenge her fallen. She wanted to sleep...She wanted to be far away from all of this. Shw wanted way too much...
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 23 Health: 60/100 Control Limit: 180
The Scraptor was agitated to say the least. It's tail was burning from the last cut across it, and every movement that the beast made was plagued by pain from its leg as well--feeling the blood flow slowing down from the first wound the woman had inflicted. It gnashed its teeth as it stood there, frustration mounting as they fought. The woman, as it had lunged for her neck, trying to tear some flesh out of her throat, managed to roll off to the side and completely evade yet another of its strikes. How was she so fast!? How was she quick enough to strike at it so many times before it could react, how could she strike so many times again after it had only come at her once. It made no sense! She sprung out of her roll and retook her offensive stance. As the woman first engaged, her first three strikes were wild--aimed anywhere that they might be able to land on the beast, but as they came in, due to their seemingly aimless nature, the Scraptor was able to pick off the sloppier of the two attacks, deflecting them and hopping to the side to avoid the third. The fourth time the woman swung her sword, however, the Scraptor was almost certain that she was going to go for its tail again, but she did not. Instead she lunged at his head, and it caught it by surprise as the sword landed on its mark--cutting deep into the flesh on the Scraptor's head and carving a path down overtop of its eye. It screeched in pain and agony as the eyeball was split by the blade and the greenish tinged blood flowed down the Scraptor's face. The b***h! The b***h had done it now! As the last two strikes came in, the Scraptor batted them away with its tail, slamming it mercilessly into the woman's arms to knock the strikes aside. Then, as soon as they had abated, the Scraptor charged forward, tucking and rolling as it had the last time, and then springing out of the roll directly in front of her. It made it look like it would go to bite her neck, but its tail swung around and attempted to stab itself deep into the woman's side.
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Scraptor
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 14 Health: 5/140
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%.
