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 Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 1:42 pm
((Nah, just say I went for the left leg again and we'll go from here. Simpler that way, and I originally meant to attack the same leg anyway, so I'll think up a reaction to the flying Rage))
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 1:43 pm
(( Just let me know if you guys want me to post faster.
I'm trying to make at least decent posts for you guys, since there's only three of you, and not like... fourteen. ^^; ))
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 1:45 pm
((Well, on the one hand, I like the detail because it allows me to better understand what's going on. On the other hand... I wanna get that CPU, and fast... but it's your call, Tiem.))
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 1:47 pm
(( With only two usable limbs and a lot of body damage already, I can't imagine this thing will go on much longer... Though the specs opaj gave me basically say that it will take a lickin and keep on tickin, so long as nothing is shattered or severed. ))
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 1:48 pm
Too close to Rage and the robot to have enough time to dodge, there's only one thing Tsu can do to avoid this unexpected attack. Tsu disappears in a puff of white smoke, and the hamster's back again, under Rage as he flies by.
Tsu changes back to his human form in a puff of smoke, after Rage is past him, and thinks to himself, "This thing sure likes using us against each other, doesn't it?"
In his human form again, and now with the robot down, at least for the robot, Tsu attacks the robot. Again wanting to do something to the neck, he raises his right blade and stabs down at it, keeping his left blade in front of his middle, hoping he can block, or something along those lines, if the robot counters.
((I don't care how fast you post, I'm like Rage. Love the detail, but I also want the CPU...whatever you decide is fine by me))
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 1:53 pm
(( I don't mind either, I'm just chillin' for now, since sending either the Cat Lady or her kitties out there would just ensure severe death/injury...she's really not designed to go up against a robot sweatdrop Plus, I get to watch you guys fight, which helps me with my combatting abilities. So do as you please, oh Mighty One ))
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 1:56 pm
(( Reply quick to Tsu... ))
The robot fell on its back, having no leg to stand on. Its right leg still worked, as did its left arm, and the left leg was damaged from the knee down. However, it could still see well enough out of its right eye, even though the left was dim and covered with charred remnants of the mask upon its face.
Quick computations due to the elimination of variables (Rage out of comission for a few seconds, and only two limbs to work with at this point) yeilded that the robot would pull its right leg up beneath it on the ground, with the left arm raised above its head to touch the ground. It pushed off with its leg, kicking its body into the air, and then shoved off of the ground with the arm; turning a handspring into a flying kick intended to throw Tru through the archway and straight into the wall on the far side of the other room.
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 1:57 pm
Knowing he didn't have a lot of choice in this matter, Rage twisted his body to the one thing he knew wouldn't be damaged when he hit the wall. His right shoulder.
Well, it wouldn't be damaged any more than it already was.... Slamming into the wall with a resounding crack, Rage winced with a face of agony that quickly turned to pure hatred as he fell to the ground and slowly got back to his feet. He was gonna need a new arm after this, or something.... The only thing really keeping him going at this point was the fact that the the cats had helped him out earlier and that he refused to stay down in a battle like this. In his mind one of them would stay down for good. And it wasn't him....
Realizing the way that the bot liked to make them attack each other in various ways, Rage waited a moment for Tsu to attack and see how the robot reacted before he'd attack himselves. Still, he slowly moved towards the thing, waiting to strike....
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 2:00 pm
Tsu's momentum not allowing him to duck to one side or the other to avoid the robot, he kicks out his feet in front of him, his momentum carrying him into a slide under and ((hopefully)) past the robot. He doesn't have the reaction to do anything with his right arm, other than let it be dragged behind his head in his slide, unable to turn the slide into any form of attack.
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 2:02 pm
CR32-B landed on one unsteady foot, a few feet from rage and the archway leading into the next room. It could barely stand, as it had no real balance anymore with only one leg to support it and one arm missing to throw off the weight calculations...
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 2:02 pm
((Really need to make use of the "Preview" button and "Topic review" refreshing... oh well.))
Seeing the way that the bot reacted to Tsu's attack, Rage came in right after him, leaping up into the air to bring his sword straight down on the robot. He knew that in standard combat that jumping was a bad idea, but he was hoping against hope that the robot would be distracted enough that Rage would be able to bring his sword across it's body. This time he aimed for the chest, right where the shoulders would be, in hopes that he would instead catch something more important with his slice.
Although he was still pumping fire energy into his sword, he was slowly running out. If this lasted much longer he'd have to resort to using his lighterweight katana to save a little energy.
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 2:06 pm
Sensing Rage's waning energy, Daisy emerged from hiding and flashed Rage with her trademark kitty-cuteness.
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 2:07 pm
After his slide stops, Tsu pauses for a moment to catch his breath and calm his nerves. That was a close one, but he survived. After a moment, he rolls on his side and stands up, hoping to not be assaulted until he's standing so he can look for an opportunity to attack.
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 2:18 pm
The robot barely had the balance to stand at this point.
Variables were increasing. Two opponents instead of one, both in position to attack, both potential threats. Two limbs unusable, one required for upright stature. Injuries to major systems. Vision reduced to 34%.
The robot shot an arm out to try and catch Rage in mid-jump. As Rage was holding the blade in his left hand, this did seem like a viable option. At the same time that Rage's flame-enhanced blade caught the top of CR32-B's right shoulder, the machine's metalic fist caught Rage right in the solar plexus, in much the same place that had already taken such a beating throughout the battle so far.
Unable to hold its balance, the machine toppled backwards onto the ground again, as the sword sunk in a good eight inches to the center of the machine's chest. Sparks shot from the wound, and the screeching sound of metal scraping against metal was almost louder than one could stand.
And, with one triumphant eruption of oil across the floor, and Rage, the left arm went slack and fell to the floor.
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 2:27 pm
The stunning effects of Rage being hit in that particular place was lessened by his mindset. His body reacted with a nasty jolt as he coughed up a bit of blood, but his mind hardly registered the blow, or the sound. He landed on top of the robot, laughing viciously as he pulled his blade out. This time, he was almost positive he couldn't miss....
More or less wedging his right hand into the end of where he had cut into the robot just moments ag and gripping it's torso with his legs the best he could, he brought his left hand (and thus, the blade) over his right shoulder. One last cut, he told himself, hoping that this time would really do it as he brought the burning-hot blade straight at the robot's neck.
((I hope that's not being too presumptuous. If it is, I can easily change it. I guess I just like to be climactic. sweatdrop ))
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