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The wound on the Worker's back twitched...burned, chafed, scratched, so badly that it could barely contain its growing rage. The wound itself was light--barely even anything to worry about, really, but the fact that it had watched these people constantly get in the way of what the Worker was trying to do...well, it pissed it off something fierce. These people were absolutely making a mockery of him, and there was nothing that he could do about it. He had thrashed one of their friends--absolutely destroying the man's body--but yet he stood. He had instantly dispatched of the helper that they had sent along, but it meant nothing while there were perfectly healthy enemies in front of him. The baiters refused to fall. They refused to yield. And for the first time, the Worker actually realized why this annihilation had taken so long. These people...they were so much stronger than he had ever expected. In strength, the Worker knew he outmatched them...but it did not matter. When they joined forces together, protected one another, and fought as a team...they could easily best a stronger opponent. This was a problem. He watched as the Royal Guard was dispatched--attempting to block the man, but his fury finally overpowered the tired enemy and the Royal Guard fell to the floor in separate pieces, being totally cleaved in two by the man's vicious attacks.

The Worker felt beads of sweat dripping down his face, and he knew that he was about done for. He didn't know how...but he knew. He would take the man out of this fight, for sure, but he felt as though even if he killed Acel, the other two would be able to dispatch him before he could do anything else. It was then that the woman rushed him, and his eyes faltered for a moment as his mind tried to hit back into what was going on. He was in a fight for christ sakes, what was he sitting about thinking for!? She held the scythe firm and then unleashed the deadly strike--swinging it horizontally toward him, and he found himself paralysed with the fear of his own demise. He truly was going to cease to exist. This was the end for him. He narrowed his eyes at the girl, and as the information blasted through his head, he recognized who she was. He knew her. He had seen her on T.V before. Well, on the old streams of her that floated around in the internet. The Worker smirked as he got a vicious idea and he nodded toward Sarah as she attacked, grinning as she attacked him. He allowed it. He let the scythe pierce into his side, and he grabbed the shaft of the weapon to stop it from going to deep as his hand lashed out, a small needle popping from the man's hand as he jabbed her arm with it. It would do almost nothing in the way of damage--but it would make her bleed, just the tiniest bit, and as soon as the needle had been there, it was gone, back inside the man's closed hand. But, the moment of planning and execution would cost him, as Akio had moved behind him, and the sword was like the lightning that coated it as it was swung at his back once more. The first wound that he had received opened up into several more, and the man growled out in anger as the enemy cut into him twice more. The slashes felt different--as the Worker could feel the electricity surge through his body, zapping his systems and making him slow down. He knew that these strikes were made close to his spine so that it would destroy his motor functions quickly. The Worker had to end ******** YOU GUYS! You think you've won this? You think that you're going to march home and have a victory parade when you're done with me. You'll never find me again, down here, and if you ever try, you will be too god damn late. But you...I am not leaving until you hit this god damn floor, dead." The Worker bellowed, looking directly at Acel. The man had pushed him over the edge of madness, and the Worker streaked toward him, cocking back his fist and unleashing a brutal punch towards Acel's only good knee, hoping to disable the man completely. The second strike would come automatically afterward, hitting at the same time, as all of his other strikes had been doing. The second blow was a hook punch, aimed at the man's cheek in hopes of knocking him out like an old style boxer and seeing the man topple dead to the floor below.

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OOC: WHAAAATT!? Damn, those are some good rolls. Haha. Also, Zenko, if you want to do some jumping in front of things and being the shield that saves their lives, me and Noods could probably take this guy down while you keep him off of us. ^__^ He will do much less damage too, as Akio hits him some more. =P

Acel had seen exactly what the Worker had done--the needle that it had plunged into Sarah's arm. With the ability to analyse all the information in a moment, he could see the man's actions clearly, though he could not feign any sort of understanding as to WHY the man was doing what he was doing. Why would he want to p***k her with a damn needle when he could have done something so much more...damaging? He shook the feeling off as he processed everything that had been going on. The Royal Guard had attempted with everything it had to block the strikes that Acel had sent toward it, but the A.I. first had its arms cut through, and then the torso was severed mercilessly, leaving the Guard in shambles. As it deteriorated into code, Acel left it be, knowing that Sarah had an A.I. of a similar type, and she might want to take it for her own. He could have absorbed the code and destroyed it out of spite...sure...but he couldn't bring himself to do it. His muscles--his mind--his every fragment of being screamed for him to do it, but the whisper in the back of his head that told him to care for his comrades--the voice that was trying to break through the screaming of the despair. He ground his teeth together as he straightened up. This Worker was trying very hard to kill him--of this Acel was sure, but the man was being reckless, just throwing himself at Acel constantly. This time, when he came at him, the man was met by Sarah herself. He knew when she intercepted his attacks, that he had made the right choice in leaving the A.I. for her.

She brought up her Scythe and blocked both of the man's attacks simultaneously, and he had to admit, he was impressed. His once fiery eyes had cooled into their old, dull, grey tone, and he smirked slightly as he looked at her back, standing there and protecting him like some sort of motherly figure. "Thanks for....protecting me...even when....I didn't deserve it." Acel said, a smile leaking from his features, though he could barely even summon the strength to twist his face into an expression. Sweat poured from his body as it struggled to keep itself in one piece after the brutal damage he had sustained--but he still stood there. He coughed, blood spattering the ground in front of him as he looked at Sarah. "Let's get this over with so we can get you to a hospital. They can get any toxins out that the Worker might have tried to infect you with, there." Acel slowly managed to speak. His skin was repaired, the burned off sections growing back as the heat subsided in his body. The black hair remained as the angel still lingered on the surface--though the exhaustion didn't allow it the strength to fight for control against Midas and Acel any longer. "Well, I'll be damned. It looks like you're slipping back from the dark side, huh? Welcome back, you d**k." Midas growled, and Acel chuckled as he listened to the A.I. chastise him. Acel nodded slowly. "Well. Someone's...gotta put an end...to this." Acel grumbled as he locked eyes with the Worker. The b*****d had to go down. He had to. Acel blasted forward, pushing off of his only good leg and hopping over the battlefield until he was directly in front of the Worker, swinging his sword up toward him in a savage attack toward the b*****d's neck.

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The Worker eyed Acel very carefully as he approached the man, relishing in the moments as he approached, waiting for the impact in which he would shatter the man into pieces, but as his fist launched out and simultaneously fired the second strike, the woman stood in his way, placing herself between him and his opponent, and his fists landed square on her scythe's shaft, smashing into it with incredible force, but not passing through. The woman was a tank, even though she looked like she was little more than a child. If he did not distract her somehow than he would never make it to the man she was protecting. But then it struck him--he didn't need to worry about it. He didn't need to worry about her getting in his way at all--he was just being too greedy. He was trying to hit Acel with everything he had, and he just needed to calm himself down for a second and think--he had the ability to do this, and to finish it here and now. And, as he thought about it, the Worker got excited--this meant he would get to kill the man after all. One hit was all he needed anyways. Acel was almost dead. Hell, the worker didn't even know how the hell he was still standing--it was quite miraculous. But he had no time to actually think about anything anymore, as the cripple launched himself into a hopping assault. It was quite laughable to see someone jumping around on one leg, but the man would refrain from laughing in his face as he ran toward him. He prepared himself, and as Acel hopped forward he watched for how far he could move with one hop, and he timed how many hops it would take--three more.

However, Acel surprised him, throwing more power into the last two hops to add distance, and the Worker was caught off guard. The strike came fast--way faster than the worker thought Acel would be able to manage. The sword blasted upwards in a diagonal slash toward his neck, and the Worker pulled back, but not enough. The blade tore through the side of the Worker's neck, carving through the muscle and flesh, and the tip of the blade glanced past the jugular vein without breaking the arterial wall. The blood came out--and a lot of it, pouring down the side of the man's neck, but the vein was still in tact and he was safe from actually bleeding out within the next couple of minutes. However, the pain and shock of being cut across his neck was enough to throw the Worker into a frenzy. As Akio's blade came in toward his stomach, the Worker's hands both shot out and slapped down on either side of the sword with such force that he actually caught the blade--something very few people could do. As Akio pulled the sword back, he let go, avoiding any damage to his hands and then the second attack that came down toward his shoulder, the Worker just threw himself forward into Akio to knock him backwards and halt the attack before he could take any more damage. The neck wound continued to bleed, pouring down his neck, and the Worker's crazed eyes locked back onto Acel immediately.

"You sorry...sack of s**t. We had more people...we had stronger people...and yet here you three are. We made sure to focus you out, blondie. We made sure to throw everything at you. Hell, we destroyed your body, but you just. Won't. Die! WHY!?!?! Well, your luck is at an end. This...is your final moment. The blood you drew on me will come back to you ten times more." The man snapped, grinning wildly as he blasted forward toward Acel. The Worker made sure that he prepared his strike perfectly as he dashed in, whipping around to the side and slamming his hand--fingers outstretched like a knife--toward Acel's ribs, hoping to pierce through the man's side with the hand like a blade, and break through his ribs and into his lung. Simultaneously, however, he vanished and was standing beside Sarah, his fist flying forward toward the center of her forehead. He would not let the woman get involved--he would force her to defend herself against him, and be unable to go to Acel's aid. The man was as good as dead, and she was helpless to stop it. Finally. Finally this battle would turn in his favour.

Attacking Acel x1
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When Acel ran in, hopping on his one good leg in an attempt to close the gap with the Worker, he put all of his might into the last two jumps, hoping to throw the man off--and somehow it had worked. The slice had come faster than the Worker had anticipated, and the blade carved right through his neck, causing blood to start pouring down the side of the man's neck. No spray meant that the artery had not been hit, and the man was going to live to walk away from that attack. Damnit. He had hoped he could end it with the strike, but the man was even more durable than Acel had expected--and quick. The strike was so close to hitting the man's artery that Acel could almost feel the damn vein against his sword as it passed by it. As soon as the attack had missed, Akio began his own assault, but the Worker was ready for it and managed to skillfully avoid both of the attacks. This was going to be a problem. Acel knew that the Worker wanted him dead--desperately. He wanted to see some sort of reward for his hard work--and without killing one of them, he likely felt like he had completely failed the mission. It didn't take the Worker long as he launched himself forward, closing the gap between him and the injured Acel.

Acel coming out of his possessed state was likely the cause of him dying. It was too draining for him while he had been taken over by the angel--his entire mind was switching personalities and information at will, and it was so mentally exhausting, that when Acel began to retake control, he was already to mentally fatigued to function properly. His short black hair seemed to fall like ashes, and the falling ash became blonde hair that flowed from his head, until it was back to the same length that it had been before the transformation had taken place. In this moment, blood dripped from his lips and he coughed, blood shooting across the ground in front of him as he looked down to see the worker's hand lodged in his side--buried in his body all the way up to his wrist. Acel looked confused at the man as he stood there, wobbling on his feet before he clapped his hand down on the Worker's shoulder for a split instant, before he disappeared. He was going to say something witty to the b*****d at the end of it, but as the Worker vanished, his hand, that had been on his shoulder slipped forward without support and Acel faceplanted on the ground. He tried to speak--to say something to encourage his comrades, but blood was filling his lung and gargling noises were all that came from his broken body as he tried to thank them. "He hopes that he did enough...that you guys can win this without either of you losing your lives...said...he already went through death--no sense in you doing the same thing. Good luck."

Acel's body slowly began to break down as the beacon from the B.A.I.T.R. Headquarters was activated. It locked on to the code core in his heart, and as he was broken down into millions of pieces, the glowing code his body was comprised of shooting through the tunnels and access passages until reaching the surface--blasting through the hatch and up into the skies until it was back in the city of Gondora--all in the blink of an eye. Acel could only hope that when his body reformed and he saw his friends again--they were okay, and he had successfully been their shield to stop them from experiencing death.


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The Worker grinned from ear to ear when his fingers contacted the man's side. As they blasted through his tissue and the fingertips stabbed into the man's lung with ease. Finally--he had won. The hand pulled out and he was already else-where--no time to enjoy his little victory. But as he swung his second attack toward Sarah, the woman was able to avoid the strike easily. Killing the blonde man had given the Worker some form of confidence and mental stability. He was not so frayed now that the man who was defying all logic was out of the picture. He stood there, tapping his toes as he waited--knowing that the two baiters would come for blood after their ally had been cut down like that. The glee still pittered through the Worker's blood as he looked from baiter to baiter--the girl's expression was what he was waiting for the most. He wanted to see the look on her face while Acel coughed blood and slowly died--fading away. As she came in, however, striking out at the arm he had used to attack her, he pulled it back and did a little hop to get out of her range--distancing himself from the scythe. But as he hopped backwards the man with the katana was lying in wait. The man flew in and struck out while the Worker was still gaining his balance from the hop, and he was cutting toward the damn wound that Acel had already inflicted.

The Worker brought his fist up, slamming it into the bottom of the blade, but it did not move it in time. It knocked it up, sure, but it only changed the impact location from his neck to his jaw, and the lightning coated blade shocked and cut its way through the Worker's jaw actually severing the bone of the man's jaw with the strike and sending a new torrent of blood cascading down the front of the man's shirt. The Worker cried out in pain, screaming in anger as the blood poured forth without stop. As the next attack blasted in toward the Worker's shoulder, he stepped to the side, sliding away from the sword swing, and launching a kick to send Akio reeling backwards. The strike would not find its mark, but the Worker could feel the buzz of electricity running through the wound in his jaw, and he attempted to grind his teeth together, but his jaw would not move. Seemed Akio had silenced the angry enemy. The Worker, however, was not prepared to lay down his arms. He narrowed his eyes and blasted forward, aimed straight for Akio. The man jumped, kicking off one of the pipes on the wall to redirect himself, sliding around the side of Akio with the leap and swinging his elbow down in a vicious strike toward the top of Akio's head. Simultaneously the man's body would disappear--leaving the same trail of energy from the modules on his body. His second strike came in the form of a monstrous headbutt aimed to crack Sarah right in the face. He would kill these meddling pricks. Both of them. Right here, right now.

Attacking Akio x1
Attacking Sarah x1



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Turn 13

60 - 58 = 2 - 100 = 98 - 30 = 68%
Oh how kind of the worker to wait for Akio to push away his mental breakdown before continuing his assault on them. Akio’s hands still shook during his attack, but he still shot forward and did what he needed to do, somehow managing to land an attack on the damned man, though it did almost nothing in terms of damage. However, he did notice that the worker was slowing down, reducing his strength behind his movements. The swipe along the enemy’s jaw seemed electric, same as most of the other wounds which Akio dealt. Another beautiful outcome of the attack which hit was that it successfully dislocated the jaw of the Worker. Good, at least the last moments of this mans life would be completely silent.

Akio let out a nervous sounding chuckle, his hand still shaking as he gripped his sword a little too tight. The attack came at him with an interesting slowness that confused Akio. It wasn’t that the Worker was slowing, or slower than normal, but that Akio perceived it faster than he had previously. The worker aimed to strike the top of Akio’s head, the man obviously going in for hits that would end the battle there. But, Akio managed to slip away, avoiding the hit to this vital spot. But without giving Akio the chance to blink, the worker then vanished. No, he didn’t vanish, the Worker dashed so fast his mind couldn’t process it, that had to be it… Yes, but before he was able to fully register this completely, Sarah was smacked in the face by the Worker. She obviously reeled in pain due to the workers head colliding with hers, a small bruise more than likely going to form across her nose, marring her pretty features. He could see a small amount of tears well in her eyes, but he couldn’t think about that at the moment.

As Sarah retaliated immediately, so did he. Akio focused on the Worker, allowing himself to shoot forward as fast as he could, small streaks of electricity flowing and striking behind him in his speed, he made his first attack. His knuckles white against the hilt of his sword, he swung down in order to strike the Worker along the jaw, the same place he had struck before. Lighting still engulfed his blade, sparks connecting with the worker, whether or not these attacks landed. Sparks flew around him, emanating as he felt a sort of anger well up in him. After seeing what he had seen, Kimiko dying and it being his fault, then Ducky dying and it being at least partially his fault. Sarah was next, and he knew it.

No, he couldn’t let it happen. He struck again, attacking in quick succession to the other, this time coming from the right as he brought the sword around to the Workers shoulder. None of this was okay, and he had to end it as quick as possible...


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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 92
Health: 660/660
Control Limit: 736

Skill: 74 [83]
Strength: 50 [---]
Defence: 60 [---]




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Acupuncturist - Level 4 - Your blows hit pressure points, causing the foe to move slower and be less proficient with their attacks. When you deal damage, the foe suffers a -8 to their Strength stat for the rest of the fight



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Zenko Kaze

Sarah Hartwell

Sarah:
Turn 14
66 - 58 = 1 (- 100) = 99 - 30 (Stamina) = 69 - 5 (TA) =64
198 - 290 = 92



Sarah swallowed hard as she watched her scythe sink into the worker's side. Dear God she was not helping her sickness. She thought maybe she would just scrap the guy, but no, her scythe cut right into him like a kitchen knife cutting into a stab of meat she had seen on a few kitchen shows she glanced at when looking for something to watch on television. The biggest difference was that this was a cow, it was a man and he was leaking a lot more blood than that steak ever did. But both didn't help her stomach though. Stop making yourself sick please. You're starting to make me sick. The guard muttered in her head, not sounding so good himself.

Sarah stepped away as Akio began his attacks on the worker, feeling bad that she didn't try to hold him in place so his hits could get in when she saw the worker avoid them despite the newest wound, but she was too shaken to think clearly. She hoped he would understand, she would be better against an A.I. but against an actual person, she couldn't keep it in. Sarah took a step back as she tried to clear her head, maybe if she thought of a song or a melody, it would help. Maybe. She wasn't sure. She tried to keep the two far away from each other. Fighting and music were work and joy, two different things. It wasn't right to bring the two together. She looked up, her eyes widening when she saw the worker beside her. She couldn't react quick enough, hearing the bone snap in her left arm as she raised it to defend herself.

Another choked cry came from her mouth, quickly dropping the scythe. She couldn't hold it anymore. She needed both hands to swing it and her left arm couldn't stand the weight. She didn't dare look at her arm, sure it looked bad. The bone trying to stick out of the skin, she could almost see it in her mind as her hand ran across it. She could feel it, but she wasn't sure what to do with it. If there was anything to do with it. She was pathetic, twice in a row she had gotten hit. She couldn't keep her mind on the fight like Akio or Acel could. After this, she would be surprised if she saw Akio or Acel at all, let alone talk to them. She wasn't much of a fighter and they would see that, Akio would tell Acel and they would both agree to not have her join them anymore. They knew where Chicago was, so that meant they didn't need her anymore.

Sarah moved her hand away from the broken bone, her right going immediately for her belt and pulled out one of the two last boxes that sat on her belt. She pressed against a button, the sword emerging from it, forming in her hand. It glowed blue, letting off a light like Akio's lightening. Sarah took a few deep breathes, keeping her left arm tucked close to her stomach as she lunged toward the worker. This maybe her last group mission, but she wasn't going to walk away. She was going to see this through. She became a baiter for a reason didn't she? Sarah swung her sword once she was in range, aiming for the arm the worker used to break her bone.