The Kamchatka Region of Russia completes the three point coverage of Asia with the northern tele-zone. The east point of Japan and west point of Pakistan giving the B.A.I.T.R a good eye on the full continent, as best as they can. The Kamchatka Region was chosen due to the remote nature, and the beauty of it. Russia is home to many military bases, sprawled out across the enormity of their land-mass, but the Kamchatka Region was home only to nature. The baiter who decided to opt for this area to be a tele-zone fell in love with the landscapes that it had to offer, but the only reason that B.A.I.T.R reluctantly agreed to such a remote section of land to be a tele-zone for the Asia branch was due to the fact that they discovered a fluctuation in the zone's gravitational field, and it became an incredibly popular training area for prospective baiters. Most newbie baiters are exhausted quickly by the increased gravity of the area, or they are thrown off balance by the shift in zones that causes the gravity to suddenly lessen. But when it is mastered, the strain on the body can cause exponential growth.
After he had left the secretary in the offices, he went straight down to the base of Gondora Tower, where the Portal Room was held. He was very familiar with this by now, and his first brief experiences using it had ended up in him becoming very ill. Now, as he walked into the control center, telling them he was headed to the Kamchatka region for a mission, they programmed it through and he felt little to no anxiety about how the transfer would leave him feeling. Each time it had gotten him a little more used to how it worked, and each time he had managed to get a little bit better at not losing his lunch. As he was sent through the portal this time, he felt the breeze beginning to wash over his face before he was even fully transported. The feeling of being deconstructed and reconstructed was still quite the awful sensation, but he was able to handle it at the very least as he found himself standing in the beautiful scenery of the Kamkatcha Region. He smiled as he let the breeze wash over him, and he sighed in pleasure as he looked around. The dirt was scuffed to be sure, though the footprints were hard to read, as there were so many of them. He was sure there had been other Baiters who came here just to train between the time that the group he was here for had been there, and lost one of their men. Sure, Acel wanted to stand around and enjoy the sights and the fresh air for a bit, but there was no time for that. He would have to come back on his own time--but for now, he had a job to do.
He bent down and looked at the footsteps and he sighed, already knowing that he had no chance to analyse the ground and the direction they might have gone without Midas. "I am waiting." Acel furrowed his brows and placed a hand on his forehead. "Do I really need to ask you for this kind of stuff. You're in my head, you know what I need or want you to do, Midas." There was silence on the other end, and Acel just sighed as he spent another few moments stubbornly looking around at the tracks. He was good at analysing the ground, from working on it so often, but he had no chance of deciphering exactly whose footprints were whose, and where they were going in the midst of such a muddy mess that had been made of the evidence. "Alright, Midas. Jesus. Can you please, please, help me find out where the team was, and where their missing man was dragged off to. I need to know.""Oh! Why didn't you say so, dear lad? I would have helped you so much quicker, had you let me know! I will get right on it.""Midas, you are an a*****e, sometimes, you know that?""You love me." Acel chuckled to himself as he listened to the information pouring through his head, watching the ground and letting Midas process all of the footprints. He was able to date them all and figure out using this process, what footprints belonged to the party that had been there a few days ago.
After a meagre five minutes of analysing the ground--infinitely faster than Acel ever would have been able to do himself--Midas had been able to track the footprints properly and catch the direction in which the last party member had gone. They had to follow these tracks from the group around the edge of the lake that they had landed near, and then the scuffle became more apparent from where the A.I. had encountered them in the first place. From here, there were distinct tracks going in different directions--the tracks from the group that had left, running back to the transportation beacon. The second set of tracks was clearly the A.I. at work. Acel followed these tracks, beginning to notice the subtle change in gravity already, his muscles beginning to ache slightly after just walking this short distance. But, as they continued to travel, they must have been on the edge of the gravitational field, because as they moved further, the stress on his body only increased more and more, and he wondered just how any baiter was able to fight at the most extreme point of these fields. It didn't seem possible. But, as the tracks moved further and further, he began to sweat and tire, until Midas perked up, warning him that the tracks were leading into a forested area, and that he could detect multiple A.I. in the vicinity. There was, as well, a faint heartbeat that was alongside the A.I....the baiter was still alive.
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 147 Health: 1500/1500 Control Limit: 1180
It had already been a few days, now, and nobody had come. They had waited restlessly. Every time a baiter entered the area, they were prepared for them to be hunting for their lost member, but it would seem that human beings, for the most part, did not share the same sense of camaraderie as many species did. Apparently they did not care if their own members lived or died. This was disturbing to the A.I. How could they just not care that their comrade had been taken? That he was going to be horribly murdered at the hands of their enemies. It just didn't make any sense. Though, having to spend more time with this human had given the A.I. a little perspective on the weaker race that they fought. These Baiters...they were still frightened children. The A.I. had encountered Baiters before that were hard as steel. They were strong and did not get frightened by anything--let alone a little bit core. There were three of them total--the group of baiters they attacked had been five strong. They broke their ranks and the four others that they had not captured had run away like frightened children. Did they not employ warriors to their ranks? Or were they all squealing babes? Seeing how pathetic the young baiter was that they had captured almost made the Illusionist feel guilty as it hovered over the b*****d and waited.
"If they don't show by the end of the day, I am killing this fool and going hunting for them instead." The Archer snapped. His disposition had changed since the beginning. At first the Archer had been excited to lay the trap and wait for somebody strong to come--someone actually worth their while. But so far, there had been nothing. "If they do not come by the end of today, you will do no such thing. This man is our prisoner for now. Not a disposable piece of food to chop up and throw to the animals. He is our leverage--our ticket to stronger enemies coming to us. It is strategy. Something that you ought to learn more about." The Illusionist snapped. "Aye...but it sounds like you're just soft for the crying little baby." The Intel Doctor huffed as he looked around the forested area. The squabble continued for a few minutes--threatening to break out into a full fight between the three A.I., but before punches were thrown, the Illusionist rose a hand to silence the others, drawing their attention to something a little more interesting. There was someone approaching. Someone who had actually started following their trail. The fact alone that he had managed to follow this far meant that he was not just some fool. He was smart enough to find them, so perhaps he would be strong enough to fight them as well.
The Illusionist took a deep breath and looked at the other two, nodding to them individually before they walked out of the forest line and stood defiantly in front of Acel. "You've come for your man, I see! We were growing impatient." The Illusionist growled. The others were anxiously awaiting their leader's movements. Not daring to take the first move and attacking before any signal had been given to them. "If you had waited any longer we might have started cutting pieces off of him. They don't heal so well, I find, when the prisons you carry to enslave us are broken. If you want to save your comrade...you had best put us down first. If you do not kill us...I guarantee you that neither you or he will ever see another day." The Illusionist sneered before the three of them took combat stances against their single enemy.
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Illusionist
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 144 Health: 1260/1260
Skill: 88 Strength: 100 Defense: 100
Tactical Advantage:Taunt: You are skilled at drawing the attention of enemies, defusing pressure from your allies in combat. During combat, you may use your offensive turn to target and taunt a foe. This enemy will have to attack you during its next turn, and you will receive a +5% Defense chance.
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Intel Doctor
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 86 Health: 1440/1440
Skill: 40 Strength: 70 Defense: 62
Tactical Advantage:Field Medic: You have studied the uses of the materialization technology of this era to the extent that you can now utilize your Code Core's power to materialize new flesh and bone to repair and heal comrade's wounds. In combat, you can use one of your offensive turns (you still get to defend against everything, you just can't attack) to heal yourself or another member of your team. You can heal them by 10% of their maximum health.
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Neon Archer
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 116 Health: 1400/1400
Skill: 60 Strength: 100 Defense: 72
Tactical Advantage:Jackpot: Occasionally your attacks seem to hit just the right spot when the opponent doesn't expect it, dealing much more damage than anticipated. When you attack and your opponent rolls a defense roll of 95-100, you deal a critical hit, dealing 150% damage.
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Turn 1
The Neon Archer was itching for a fight the whole time. The weaklings that they had seen come through this place before...they were nothing. Hell, the Archer probably could have sniped them one by one as they ran away, and killed them before they even got close to their teleportation beacon. But, what would the fun have been in that? They would not have brought back their friends--their stronger friends--if that was the case. And this man that stood before them now...well, if they sent him alone, then he had to be strong right? The Neon Archer could feel the aura of strength coming off of him and it knew before it even began fighting him that there was going to be one hell of a battle that took place here. Three against one. The Neon Archer liked those odds, but he had seen a baiter go twenty against one and win--the devil that led them was so strong that not even Kilo Cores could keep up with the man. He was a machine--a monster--and the Neon Archer wanted to see another monster. It had been so long of killing civilians and new baiters that it was putting a bad taste in its mouth. But, that was over now.
The Archer lifted its arms over his head, stretching them out to make sure that they would function perfectly as the man approached them. It knocked an arrow and its eyes immediately hyper focused on the man, analysing his body. It was damaged--weakened from previous fights. This man was not allowing his body the time it needed to heal. Sure, there was no danger of him falling apart during their battle here, but he was not at his pinnacle condition. You better not ******** disappoint me just because your body has been through hell. The Neon Archer thought to itself as it pulled back the arrow. It could hear the gentle hum of the arrow as it was pulled back, the energy that the arrow was created of seeming to get excited before the Archer shot it. The strength it took to pull back the bow was absurd, but it seemed like nothing to the A.I., and suddenly, a target appeared on the knee that had been absolutely destroyed in Acel's previous fight, and the Neon Archer let the arrow fly. Dodge this. The Archer thought cockily as the arrow cut through the air noislessly toward its foe.
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Neon Archer
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 116 Health: 1400/1400
Skill: 60 Strength: 100 Defense: 72
Tactical Advantage:Jackpot: Occasionally your attacks seem to hit just the right spot when the opponent doesn't expect it, dealing much more damage than anticipated. When you attack and your opponent rolls a defense roll of 95-100, you deal a critical hit, dealing 150% damage.
Turn 1
Hoo hoo. This fellow was interesting to be sure, but he was walking into a horrible little situation. The Intel Doctor had already spent his time practicing its medicine on their little friend, as the Neon Archer had some pent up aggression to get off its chest, and it had filled the b*****d with holes--though, of course, with the proper treatment, the little lad had been kept alive at the very least. The Illusionist had also been doing what it could to keep the Neon Archer in check from actually murdering the young human. The Intel Doctor didn't really care either way. It was getting the information it needed off of the damage done to the human body, as well as being able to test different methods of healing the wounds that were created. Besides, they had all hit the poor b*****d a few times--none of them were at a moral high point to say they shouldn't be hurting their prisoner. However, there was something different about this man--the Intel Doctor could feel it right away. Something that set him apart from the other humans that the Doctor had met in his time...he was odd. And the fact that he was odd only made the Intel Doctor want to dissect him even more!
The Doctor would be sure to get a piece or two off of this odd man, by the end of the battle, and he was so excited to do it. He was strong, sure, that was evident...but he was also arrogant. What kind of fool marched into an ambush alone? He brought nobody with him at all--he just decided that he would go alone and he would be able to defeat anyone who stood in his way. It was his arrogance that would lead to his downfall--this would be painfully clear, very soon. The Intel Doctor watched as the Neon Archer knocked the energy arrow, and as the Archer let the arrow fly, the Intel Doctor was right behind him, sweeping onto the battlefield and leaving the comfort of the forest. The Archer could stay in the trees all he wanted, the Intel Doctor wanted some sort of close encounter with this odd man. As he approached, he grinned behind the mask he wore. The Energy Manipulation drives on the back of the Intel Doctor charged, humming loudly, and also producing a bright glow from the end of the staff that the Doctor carried, and then, without warning, a blast of energy left the tip of the staff directly toward Acel's body mass.
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Intel Doctor
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 86 Health: 1440/1440
Skill: 40 Strength: 70 Defense: 62
Tactical Advantage:Field Medic: You have studied the uses of the materialization technology of this era to the extent that you can now utilize your Code Core's power to materialize new flesh and bone to repair and heal comrade's wounds. In combat, you can use one of your offensive turns (you still get to defend against everything, you just can't attack) to heal yourself or another member of your team. You can heal them by 10% of their maximum health.
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The Illusionist couldn't say that it was displeased with the appearance of the man that sauntered toward them--surely it was a good thing that an opponent for his troop of A.I. had shown up. In her own frustration, she had already struck the prisoner they held multiple times, and it really was no fun beating someone who couldn't defend themselves. It was similar to killing children--and that was never fun. It was just a simple stroke of a blade, or a light poison, and they died without a fight--who wanted that? There had to be thrill to a battle. If there was no thrill, then there was no point in the end. They were here to iradicate a species, and if total conquest of an entire world wasn't at least FUN, then why do it? They were nowhere near their level, so they could pose no threat to them, truly. So there lacked purpose if they could not enjoy their battles. However, that was neither here nor there. The Illusionist focused itself once more, looking to the man that stood before her. He was strong, but stupid, as the Intel Doctor had come to terms with as well...no man should be out here--no matter what the mission--alone, anymore. The Kilo Cores were starting to come into the Danger Level 1 zones...and soon enough, if they were not pushed back, their world was going to fall.
However, here he was, brazen, and confident. Something about him screamed that he was capable, but the Illusionist was also confident in her team. They had fought together for a hell of a long time, now, and they were not going to stop any time soon. The Neon Archer was the first to make his move, aiming carefully from the back-lines and letting lose one of his energy arrows, while the Intel Doctor waited for the Archer's lead and then blasted forth as well, trying to get in close and blasting off an attack at the man. I suppose it's my turn. The Illusionist thought as it heaved a sigh. Soon enough, if the Illusionist continued to show that it was capable, it would get a promotion to Kilo Core as well--it was sure of it. It would become stronger from every battle it encountered--this man was just a stepping stone that would carry her to new heights. She charged, seeming to hover as she came in behind the Intel Doctor, charging a blast of green energy within her hand before she lifted it, pointing it toward Acel, though it was all just a show. A trick to make the man look at the hand as the green energy also manifested behind him as a blade that shot forward towards the man's back. Instantly after letting the blade go, as well, the Illusionist would try to make use of the false distraction, and as Acel thought the distraction was the point which he must turn his attention to, he also let loose a blast from the same hand he had faked with, shooting the energy toward Acel's head.
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Illusionist
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 144 Health: 1260/1260
Skill: 88 Strength: 100 Defense: 100
Tactical Advantage:Taunt: You are skilled at drawing the attention of enemies, defusing pressure from your allies in combat. During combat, you may use your offensive turn to target and taunt a foe. This enemy will have to attack you during its next turn, and you will receive a +5% Defense chance.
Acel did his best to remain level-headed. He wanted to be sure to keep his cool in the situation that he was in. The Baiter that he was here to collect was alive--that was his number one priority. It seemed that he was being used for bait, or there was no reason for these A.I. Cores to have kept him alive. Not only that, but they also had set an ambush for whoever came for them--that was the clearest indication of the bait that they were using. However, since the trap had been set--it also meant two things. If they got bored with him, they might go back and kill the bait for fun, meaning he had to make sure they were on their toes at all times, trying their hardest to kill him. It also meant that if he lost this battle, that kid was dead...and that was on him. He had to win, no matter what, and he regretted the fact that he had come out here alone, yet again. He couldn't think about that too much, though. Not now. He had to concentrate. The A.I. before him were getting ready, and he closed his eyes, allowing Midas' senses to take over. "That's right big boy. Lean on me for a bit. Check this out, Archer in the woods is preparing a shot, aim is low, not for central body mass, probably one of your legs. If I were him, I'd be targeting your leg, look out for a knee shot." Midas stated, cooly calculating everything that he could see around Acel. Acel nodded to himself and his eyes opened, instantly training on the location that Midas warned him about, and in a split second, the arrow was released and zooming toward him. He sidestepped as fast as he could, letting the arrow pass by him and embed itself into the ground. However, it didn't just stick into the ground--it exploded on impact, demolishing the ground around where it had hit in a one foot radius. "Well, it's a damn good thing that didn't hit me...I thought it was a damn arrow...that thing would have taken my whole leg off.""Well then, you better be careful of your limbs, princess.""Who are you, the damn guard now? Thought you were better than that.""Okay, shut up! Don't compare me to that metal gorilla.""Okay, Princess." Acel said with a laugh as the Intel Doctor closed in on him.
The Doctor was charging whatever it was on his back, and the glow on the tip of his staff was also increasing drastically as it was charging the objects on its back. Acel immediately picked up on the obvious connection, and it wasn't all too hard to guess that the b*****d was going to zap him from the tip of the staff. When the bolt of energy came for him, he was already ducking low, dropping to all fours and letting the blast go over his head. But, by that time, the Illusionist had also made its way to the battlefield, and Acel looked up to see the thing levelling its hand down toward him, green energy glowing all around it. "He's going for a sneak attack from behind. Blade at 6 o'clock. Roll!" Acel immediately responded, pushing off with his right leg and arm to throw his body to the side, rolling to his back and then back to his stomach before preparing to get back up. "s**t, he's quick. The fake attack wasn't just a fake, he's going to blast you, but its for your head, and he's got eyes on where you're moving. Use the blades. Cross formation for maximum block area." Acel growled as he reached down and pulled both swords from their scabbards, still lying on his stomach and crossing the blades in front of his head. The energy blasted against the swords, but the area soaked up any momentum and all that bled through was like a hot summer day being blown across his face...it was kind of nice.
Now that the assault was over, he pressed off against the ground with his knuckles as he clutched the twin blades, and he got himself back up to a standing position. He narrowed his eyes as he looked from A.I. to A.I. and then a smile broke out across his features. "You all thought 'it's just one guy, this is going to be easy', right? Well, believe me...you are wrong. Very...very wrong." Acel stated, confidence growing in his voice as he stood. He cracked his neck lightly and then he took a deep breath, sheathing one of his swords. He hadn't seen her for a little bit, but he knew that Aki had told him he needed to utilize one sword and gain proficiency with one blade before trying to have proficiency with two of them. One blade, all fight. No exceptions. The enemies were strong--going for the back-line Archer was no option, as it would leave him open for too long getting there, and the Illusionist was obviously the leader--the strongest. Besides, the Intel Doctor had healing capabilities, and this was bad news if he was around. So, it would be the Doctor first. Acel blasted forward, the gap between him and the Intel Doctor closing before he knew it had--his speed since the mission with Akio and Sarah had gone up an incredible amount, and he hadn't noticed just how much stronger his body had become after that single mission. He grinned, though, as he approached the Intel Doctor, and his sword came down with a vicious accuracy toward the Intel Doctor's Energy Drive, aiming for the left one with the first cut, and following the momentum to turn his body, and crouch so that the weight of his body was fully put into the stroke. Immediately after the attack was completed, he pushed off of the ground, jumping as he slashed upwards to force his momentum into that blow as well as he drew the blade upwards towards the chest of his foe. He had to end this one fast--the baiter needed medical attention, and he was not going to let him die.
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 147 Health: 1500/1500 Control Limit: 1180
The Neon Archer let the arrow loose and watched what unfolded. Along the path of the arrow, the Intel Doctor followed close behind, but as the arrow approached its target, the man saw it coming and managed to side-step the shot before it reached him--quite the feat for a human. The arrow hit the dirt not far behind him and blasted the earth up into the air as it exploded. The man was already in motion as the Intel Doctor was preparing the strike as well, hitting the dirt with incredible agility...damn he was good. It was only making the Neon Archer more excited as he watched the man moving across the battlefield. Obviously the man was fired up--fighting to protect the little p***k they had captured. But would it be enough? the Neon Archer watched as the Illusionist, their leader, took to the battlefield. The Illusionist was meticulous with his attacks, and he made sure that when he struck, the opponent did not know where it was coming from--but this time was different. The man had a sixth sense for the attacks coming towards him--the A.I. didn't know what he was doing, but something was letting him see things around him at an alarming rate--perhaps it was the A.I. that the man had housed in his body. One of the failures that were giving the humans strength enough to fight back against their own kind. Pathetic.
As the Illusionist struck out toward the man's back, he shot himself off to the side, managing to avoid the energy sword before the Illusionist released a second shot that the man was able to block by using his swords across his face. It was close, but he had managed to deflect every one of their attacks. This could be a problem...a big damn problem. But that all depended on the man's offensive capabilities as well. And that...well...that was shown moments after, as the man stood up and eyed them all individually--even managing to spot where the Archer was in the forest before he settled on the Intel Doctor and blasted toward it. The Doctor was hard-pressed to defend against the man, and as the sword carved up and through the Intel Doctor's chest armour--easily carving to the flesh beneath, that was enough to show the man's strength was nothing to scoff at. The Neon Archer took a deep breath and prepared. As Acel was landing from his jumping slash, the Archer immediately pulled back and shot an energy arrow, aiming for the man's ribcage, as he was standing with his side facing the Archer at this time. Hopefully, if the hit landed, the Archer could take out a good chunk of some vital organs.
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Neon Archer
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 116 Health: 1400/1400
Skill: 60 Strength: 100 Defense: 72
Tactical Advantage:Jackpot: Occasionally your attacks seem to hit just the right spot when the opponent doesn't expect it, dealing much more damage than anticipated. When you attack and your opponent rolls a defense roll of 95-100, you deal a critical hit, dealing 150% damage.
The Intel Doctor watched as the man expertly sidestepped from the Archer's distant shot, and surprise filled the Doctor's entire being. The man was...fast. So damn fast. But, by the calculations he made, the man also only had one code core, housed in his chest. This meant that it was only possible for him to have a single A.I. to boost his body. This ALSO meant that the man was abnormally fast and either had a very powerful A.I. core, or he was not normal...but then again, he had already figured that the man was not quite normal from the get-go, so there was always that. Ponder ponder. The Intel Doctor paid attention as the man dodged around all of their attacks expertly and with little actual effort. Letting his body drop to the ground to avoid the blast from its staff, and then rolling over to rid himself of the first attack from their leader, followed by a cross blade block to get away from the last one. The man was good, and it only made the Doctor want to cut open his body and see what he was made of all the more. Though, something strange that the Doctor found was that the man was simultaneously made of atomic particles that all humans were made of, but also code, like the A.I...the Doctor wanted to know if he could mess with the man's code and change his body...wouldn't that be fun! Ohh, it was exciting him to think about it!
However, there was little time to think on such a thing, as Acel was flying toward him and bringing his sword down violently toward the Energy Manipulation Drive. Not quite the kind of device you want to be cut or damaged. It could...well...explode, causing your body to vaporize. Let's not do that. The Intel Doctor brought its staff across its body and lifted it high to catch the blade before it could reach the Energy Drive, though its arms shook with the strength of the slash, and when it was deflected, fear caught in the Intel Doctor's throat. The man had gone from research subject to a predator in moments, and the idea of taking him apart just turned into taking him down before he was able to take the Doctor apart instead. But even in wasting the time thinking about such a thing, the man was already preparing himself and launched himself upward with another savage blow, this time, there was no time to react. The sword cut upwards across the Intel Doctor's chest and tore down to its bone, leaving a mighty gash in its wake. The Doctor cried out in pain, the sound muffled by the face mask as it hopped away from the assailant. It cursed to itself as it prepared, charging the energy drives on its back and pointing the staff at Acel. It wasn't going to just sit there and take such a strike. It launched the bolt of energy into the ground, making it seem like it had missed, but being able to manipulate the code, he made it bounce off of the surface of the ground and ricochet upwards at Acel, hoping to surprise the man.
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Intel Doctor
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 86 Health: 1021/1440
Skill: 40 Strength: 70 Defense: 62
Tactical Advantage:Field Medic: You have studied the uses of the materialization technology of this era to the extent that you can now utilize your Code Core's power to materialize new flesh and bone to repair and heal comrade's wounds. In combat, you can use one of your offensive turns (you still get to defend against everything, you just can't attack) to heal yourself or another member of your team. You can heal them by 10% of their maximum health.
Turn 2
The Illusionist had been pretty sure of itself as it came in with its first couple of attacks. It had planned them well, and was sure to use distraction methods that worked on most baiters, but this time it was no good. The man knew the attack was coming from behind, somehow...he seemed to analyse and process the battlefield around him at all times, and this was going to make killing him a whole lot more difficult. He even had enough speed to draw his swords while prone, and get them in front of his face, before the blast of energy come for his head. He was fast, strong, and aware...the exact opponent that they had been trying to draw out to test themselves. If they couldn't beat a baiter of this standing, then there was no hope for them against a baiter of any higher levels. After all, this man didn't look to have any extra cores to utilize, which meant that he was likely just a trainee. There were baiters with up to five total cores, and he was the weakest of them all. However, there was no way they could judge him on his rank. After all, he had managed to flawlessly avoid all of their attacks that time around--though the Illusionist knew that it had to wear the man down before they would start hitting him.
As Acel stood, determination etched into his face, the Illusionist knew that he was deciding which one of the A.I. he would go for first. Which of them would become his prey. As he blasted off toward the Doctor, it was clear whom he had chosen, and the first attack landed against the Doctor's staff, easily deflected, but the second attack...it was a disaster. The sword cleaved through the armour on the chest of the Intel Doctor with ease, and cut so deep that blood spattered out of the wound as the Doctor tried to defend itself. The Neon Archer had already fired another shot to try to catch Acel off guard, but there was no guarantee that it would work. The Intel Doctor tried to fake the man out by bouncing one of the bolts, but there was no guarantee there, either. They were fighting with unknown odds against a single enemy. The confidence that the Illusionist had felt was arrogance...it was not this man who had been arrogant, but it was him. The Illusionist would remember this well. It rushed forward, clapping its hands together and focusing on the toxins that it could use, breeding them into the air and causing them to flow into Acel's mind. He would not allow his team members to fall to this man. No, he would be sure to gain the advantage here.
Taunting Acel
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Illusionist
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 144 Health: 1260/1260
Skill: 88 Strength: 100 Defense: 100
Tactical Advantage:Taunt: You are skilled at drawing the attention of enemies, defusing pressure from your allies in combat. During combat, you may use your offensive turn to target and taunt a foe. This enemy will have to attack you during its next turn, and you will receive a +5% Defense chance.
Acel was prepared for the onslaught of attacks--keeping himself limber and ready for them all, but it seemed that his foes were shaken by the effectiveness of his defenses, and that was exactly what he needed. He needed for them to be off kilter and frightened. The odds were stacked against him, and he needed every and any advantage that he could get right now. The first strike that he had thrown towards the Intel Doctor was met with a very quick defense by the A.I., and as his sword met the staff, he felt the A.I.'s arms buckling. This was most certainly the weakest out of the three enemies--he had chosen correctly. The Intel Doctor had no way of actually defending against his physical strikes effectively, Acel had to pick on him hard and put him out of the fight as soon as he possibly could. After he landed from the first attack, Acel immediately sprung into the second one, and this time, the Intel Doctor had no time to react as the sword cut through the enemy's chest armour and flesh cleanly. The cry of pain made Acel grin, knowing that he could take this enemy down with little difficulty. This was winable. "Alright, Acel, we've got another one coming in. Archer's taking a liking to you. Mid-mass this time, likely your heart or lungs, through the ribcage.""Got it. Thanks Midas." Acel stated, smiling as he thought of the partner he was working with. Midas could be a pain in the a**, but when push came to shove, he was there for him, and he was professional about it. "Okay, you can stop it with the mushy crap, I can hear you think. You're going to make me blush or some other pansy crap."
Acel laughed as he jumped into action, diving forward and out of the way of the arrow, allowing it to soar through the air and explode against the dirt once again. He couldn't hear or see the Neon Archer clearly, but deep down, he knew that not hitting his mark like he was likely used to would be pissing the A.I. off something fierce. Good. But, Acel had no time to waste. He had to keep moving, keep attacking--he had to end the Intel Doctor before he became a problem. But as he turned to face the Doctor, the thing was charging up for another shot, aiming the staff toward him--though it seemed low...perhaps he would curve it up from where it was to confuse Acel? But as the shot went off, it did indeed go directly toward the ground instead, and Acel could not believe his eyes. Was the Intel Doctor truly that effected by his nerves to miss so badl--oh s**t! The bolt of energy hit the ground and bounced immediately upwards towards him, and Acel had to bend backwards at an ungodly angle, planting his hands on the ground in the form of a bridge as the bolt of energy shot over him. He had almost been caught off guard there, but he knew now that the enemy could ricochet the energy off of surfaces like that, and he would not be caught off guard again. The enemy had lost its chance at a surprise attack.
It was then that the Illusionist ran toward him, and Acel prepared himself for the strange energy-based strikes that the Illusionist had already used, but instead he felt something different occur. The green energy seemed almost like a fog, and the Illusionist just stood there, glaring the man down, and something about that stare was making Acel...so...damn...angry! Why? He ground his teeth together, and he knew that he needed to attack the Intel Doctor. He needed to strike at the weakest one of them, not the strongest! But, instead, he found himself unbearably angry at this b*****d Illusionist. He found himself compelled toward it like a disease. His hand gripped the sword tighter, and then the Illusionist raised a hand and beaconed him towards it, and he could not resist. He screamed, charging toward the Illusionist. "I don't know why I am so mad at this ******** c**t, but seriously. Let's get his green, bald-headed creepy white-eyed a**!" Midas bellowed alongside him. As he got closer to the Illusionist, Acel pulled his sword back, levelling it with his hip as he jumped forward and thrust with all his might, aiming to pierce the Illusionist's stomach with the sword.
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The Neon Archer watched closely as the man carved through the intel doctor, and then turned to face the Illusionist as well, able to deflect, once again, every attack that came his way. The b*****d was good, and it was only serving to pump the Archer up even more, though at the same time it was also starting to piss him off something fierce. As long as the Neon Archer was able to land a hit before long, it wouldn't be so bad. As its shot blasted through the air towards him, the man dove forward, rolling to the ground and letting the energy arrow rip through the air and plant itself in the dirt once again. A shower of earth fell around the impact point and the Neon Archer cursed under its breath as it tried to keep itself stable and unphased by the errors that it was making. It was on target, and it knew that, but it was not being on target that was important at this point. It was leading the b*****d with the shot instead of shooting for where he already was. The Intel Doctor tried some slippery s**t, bouncing its energy off of the ground and shooting it up towards the man, but even a sneak attack like that wasn't enough to catch him off guard. The man was able to narrowly dodge it, avoiding any damage, and then being faced with their leader once again. The Illusionist came up toward him, and even the Neon Archer expected the A.I. to attack the man, but instead, the Archer saw the green energy particles in the air, and it knew exactly what was going to happen.
The man was under the direct effects of the toxins within moments, and the Archer could see his movements being restricted by the rage that was building within his mind. Acel would lose control and be unable to focus on the enemy that he wanted to focus on--he was stuck attacking the Illusionist, even though he didn't want to. This would give them a fantastic opportunity to lay into the man while he was busy with their leader. After all, the leader was the strongest of them all. So if he kept the man tied up, then they would be able to eliminate him before long, for sure. Then it started happening--it was getting worse, and it was easy to tell, as the man suddenly started yelling, cursing the Illusionist as he dashed forward and tried to stab through the A.I.'s torso. Everything about the attack was predictable, but it was hard not to be when you were in a rage. That's what the Illusionist fed off of. As the man struck forward toward the Illusionist, the Neon Archer pulled back hard on his bow, letting the energy arrow sing in its ear as it aimed down the tip of the blue, glowing projectile. He aimed for the Illusionist, knowing that the A.I. would be able to avoid the attack, as the Archer was mentally communicating to the A.I. where it would be shooting. Then it released, sending the arrow flying directly toward where Acel was headed. It could only hope a direct hit would take out the man's ribs properly this time around.
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Neon Archer
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 116 Health: 1400/1400
Skill: 60 Strength: 100 Defense: 72
Tactical Advantage:Jackpot: Occasionally your attacks seem to hit just the right spot when the opponent doesn't expect it, dealing much more damage than anticipated. When you attack and your opponent rolls a defense roll of 95-100, you deal a critical hit, dealing 150% damage.
Turn 3
Intel Doctor's Heal: 10% HP = 144 Health Healed
The Intel Doctor stumbled, feeling its chest gingerly, and the blood that leaked out of it. The man had hit him good, and it was going to create one hell of a problem for the A.I. when it moved around. It would need to take some time out, for sure, and patch itself up. If the boss was going to distract the man, then it could use this time to make sure it was in pinnacle condition for the rest of the fight. Before the human got tired, it was likely that the Intel Doctor would not be able to catch him off guard, so there was no point in struggling to do so. He was agile, and able to dodge all of their strikes like they were nothing, right now, so the Intel Doctor would wait. The man was such an interesting subject--and the more that he fought, the more that the Doctor was becoming intrigued by him. His body, his make-up, the way he fought...it was all very interesting. The Doctor wondered how his body had ended up the way it had...if some A.I. had tried to take over his body, and perhaps it had won against him, infecting his body with the A.I. code but somehow being beaten back out of the man's mind, but unable to actually push the code back out of the body? Was there a different explanation? It wanted to know! His reflexes, and his processing speed were inhuman, the bouncing attack that it had used should have hit him, but he was able to avoid it--and now the man would be savvy to that sort of attack, so it likely wouldn't work on him again...damnit.
But, as the man was caught by the Illusionist's rage-inducing toxins, the man began to go crazy, screaming at the enemy and charging toward her like a wild animal. However, the man would not be able to best their leader--she was too strong to be beaten by this single man--especially with the doctor and the Archer to back her up. As Acel charged in toward the Illusionist, the Intel Doctor hopped backward a few paces and the energy drives booted up once again, glowing through the Intel Doctor's staff and the chest armour that lay in shambles. As the staff began to glow brighter, the Intel Doctor focused on it a little more, trailing a line of code off of the tip of the staff and bringing it down toward the wound in its chest. Then, the wound itself began to glow as well, and the Doctor began weaving the new code into the code that was projected around the chest wound in order to patch the damaged code that made up the body of the Doctor. As the code was being repaired, the wound itself began to close ever so slightly. It was not fully healed, sure, but it was a good step forward, to be sure. The drives kicked off after a short period, and the Intel Doctor admired its work as it looked at the wound. "Well, it's a bit better at least. Need a little more time. Keep him busy, there, Illusionist, my liege." The Doctor said, bowing low to their leader, and giggling to itself.
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Intel Doctor
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 86 Health: 1165/1440
Skill: 40 Strength: 70 Defense: 62
Tactical Advantage:Field Medic: You have studied the uses of the materialization technology of this era to the extent that you can now utilize your Code Core's power to materialize new flesh and bone to repair and heal comrade's wounds. In combat, you can use one of your offensive turns (you still get to defend against everything, you just can't attack) to heal yourself or another member of your team. You can heal them by 10% of their maximum health.
Turn 3
Acel's Attack: 121 - 100 = 21 (100 - 21 = 79% Defense Chance) (-8% From Acel TA = 71% Defense Chance) (+5% From Taunt = 76% Chance)
The Illusionist watched carefully as the man was able to dodge out of the way of all of their attacks with skill. There was no way he was just a normal Trainee. This baiter knew what he was doing--and he had reflexes like a damn professional. The fact that a sword hung at his side still, sitting there unused was pissing it off. The man was not even using all of the weapons that he had at his disposal. Did he really look down on them so much that he believed he could win without giving it his all!? She was almost as pissed off at the man as he was pissed off at her under the effect of the toxins that she had used. The man had already successfully dodged past the second arrow fired by the Neon Archer, and then avoided the sneaky bouncing shot that the Intel Doctor used. The ricochet attack had not been anticipated by many of their opponents, but perhaps that only told them that they were facing someone of a higher calibre than they were used to facing. It was exciting and frightening all in one. This was a test of their teamwork--and a test of this man's skill as well. Both sides of this engagement were putting their all into the battle ahead of them--the winner would surely see a great benefit from the encounter, and all at once, the Illusionist was suddenly ten times more glad that they had fallen into combat with this man.
The Illusionist saw that the Intel Doctor was patching itself up, healing from the strike that had been landed against him--which was good news, as the Illusionist knew that they would all need to keep in good condition in order to bring this guy down, and he was far too aware to hit him while he was still at his peak condition. When he tired a little bit, they would strike harder and faster and he wouldn't know what hit him. But, for now, the Illusionist just had to worry about the man charging at him, screaming like a beast. The toxins had taken hold, just like they were supposed to do, and as he plunged his sword forward in a thrusting motion, the Illusionist slid to the side, flinging its arm in a half-turn and smashing it against the flat of the blade to redirect the strike away from it. Immediately afterwards, the Illusionist conjured more of the toxic particles in the air around Acel, making sure that the dosage stayed in his system long enough that he would continue to be enraged and focus on her. "Come on big boy, you've got more than that in you, don't you?" The Illusionist cooed as she waited for him to come for her once again. She would parry and dodge around all of his attacks as long as she needed to. All she could do was hope that she could hold out long enough that he would tire and falter.
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Illusionist
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 144 Health: 1260/1260
Skill: 88 Strength: 100 Defense: 100
Tactical Advantage:Taunt: You are skilled at drawing the attention of enemies, defusing pressure from your allies in combat. During combat, you may use your offensive turn to target and taunt a foe. This enemy will have to attack you during its next turn, and you will receive a +5% Defense chance.
Acel's breathing was uneven--loud and forced as he tried his best to push down the absolute rage that was coursing through his system. The infectious code that was working its way through his body was making him weak--not his body, but his mind. He was afraid that the same person as before was going to be able to make its way out if he got too angry, so even as the code was inspiring the rage inside of him, he was fighting it back, trying to hold himself together and keep his mind from falling to the anger that was coursing through him like wildfire. "God damnit, that ******** Archer won't leave us alone. He's preparing to fire another strike. I can hear the talking between him and the Illusionist. They are communicating together to plan the strike, and he will aim directly for where you are after you stab at this green b***h. So, how about we take that whore's head off before he lands one of those exploding shitty arrows on us, yeah?""Trust me...I'm trying. This b***h isn't exactly the easiest one of these ******** to hit. So, why don't you stop nagging me and just let me know where these 'shitty exploding arrows' are coming from, yeah? We'll deal with him after we catch this b***h." Acel snapped, grinding his teeth together. As he lunged forward, attempting to stab the b*****d, she moved, slapping the strike out of the way with ease, and it pissed him off like crazy. How was she able to do that? How could she avoid so easily now!?
He was so pissed off about having missed the attack that he had almost completely forgotten about the planned attack, and Acel spun around, swinging the sword with brutal efficiency. The blade cut through the beam of energy that was aimed for him, and the light scattered into several pieces after being cut, the little pieces letting off smaller, harmless blasts around him. Acel looked at the forest line and narrowed his eyes, pointing the blade where the arrow had come from. "You're not going to last long in there, you little s**t! I'm coming for you as soon as this ******** up green hoe is dealt with, you best believe it!" He screamed, turning back towards the Illusionist. The Intel Doctor was healing his wounds behind her--taking no action against him, and Acel ground his teeth together once again. "Oh I feel you, man. I haven't ever been so irrationally angry in my entire life. I just want to...I just want to...I don't know...tear her throat out and s**t on her corpse!""Wow man...too far.""Man...you're right...what's happening to us? We gotta end this before I turn into some sort of psychopath forever." Acel nodded his head, feeling the waves of fury increasing as he gripped his sword and charged toward her once again. He could not break free of his incessant need to strike at this thing, and he didn't want to. He just wanted to kill her. So...damn...bad. He jumped forward once again, sprinting toward her as he let his blade trail behind him to the side. As he ran toward her he brought the sword up toward her, swinging it with the momentum of his run to cleave upwards as he ran past and cut toward her ribs.
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The Archer thought to itself as it watched the shot zoom toward its target. The Intel Doctor was busying itself with healing its wound that it had received, which made a lot of sense. It was smart for their leader to taunt the man while the Intel Doctor healed--if they kept this up they would not be able to be whittle down. Even as the Illusionist was taking damage, if the man managed to break through the defenses of the taunt, the Intel Doctor could keep healing the Illusionist while the Illusionist taunted and the Archer landed the shots from afar. Eventually they would outlast the man, and they would be able to cut him down. It paid to have a combo like that in a team of fighters. They all complimented each other perfectly, and it was that complimentary battle organization that would win them this fight. The Archer watched carefully as the man spun around with intense speed, slicing through the energy arrow--the projectile splintering into several pieces of light and then exploding on a smaller scale with each piece. "Well, I'll be damned, never seen a guy cut through the energy bolts like that...what the hell are those swords made of?" It was angry that he had been able to avoid the attack, but at the same time a certain level of respect had to be issued as well, for a man who could cut a damn energy bolt in half like that. Quite interesting indeed. The Archer could almost sympathise with the b*****d who had chosen to keep him as a master.
However, it was no time to be sitting there admiring its enemy. The Neon Archer prepared itself for the battle to continue as it kept an eye on the Intel Doctor to make sure it was not being interrupted from its healing--even though it knew that the Illusionist would properly keep the man distracted. That was the hard part--they needed to have more than one attacker if they wanted this to work. They were alone, and being alone was going to screw them over hard. If the Illusionist could keep them completely locked down, there was no way that they could end this fight quickly. The man suddenly pointed his sword to the forest and issued a threat to the Archer and the A.I. laughed to itself, not responding to the man, but getting a kick out of his confidence. "Right...just try me, human. If you can cut down those two and make it here before I put an arrow between your eyes, then I deserve to lost against you." As Acel ran forward once more, charging at the Illusionist, the Archer aimed its bow, pulling it back as far as it possibly could and allowing the energy arrow to charge before it released, aiming the arrow for the man's moving legs and hoping to pin him in the back of the knee while he was running.
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Neon Archer
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 116 Health: 1400/1400
Skill: 60 Strength: 100 Defense: 72
Tactical Advantage:Jackpot: Occasionally your attacks seem to hit just the right spot when the opponent doesn't expect it, dealing much more damage than anticipated. When you attack and your opponent rolls a defense roll of 95-100, you deal a critical hit, dealing 150% damage.
Turn 4
Intel Doctor's Heal: 10% HP = 144 Health Healed
The Intel Doctor was rather surprised when the man was able to cut the energy arrow in half, and he was sure that the Neon Archer was scratching his head at it as well. The swords that Acel carried were one hell of a durable material, and it had to have some sort of special property to the material to cut the energy like that...another thing that the Intel Doctor would need to examine. This man was full of surprises, and the Intel Doctor LOVED surprises. Ohhh, its blood was just bubbling with giddy excitement as it looked the man over. It would jump back into the fray soon, but for now it needed to continue its healing until it was ship-shape again. It booted the energy drives back up, sending the blue energy through its body once again and to the tip of the staff, where the sphere-like object glowed brighter and brighter, preparing itself before it pulled the string of code off of the staff and weaved it down, once more, into the wound that Acel had given it. This time, the flesh mended almost completely closed, though there was still a bit of a gash there. It no longer bled, and was much more comfortable to move with, instead of the agony that accompanied every shift of the Intel Doctor's body weight that he had noticed before. Very good, almost there. Hee hee, the Doctor could only imagine how frustrating seeing the progress in battle disappear must be for the man. However, this frustration was like a mental attack that the doctor was able to launch at the man instead of a physical one, and those could be even more damaging in the right situations.
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Intel Doctor
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 86 Health: 1309/1440
Skill: 40 Strength: 70 Defense: 62
Tactical Advantage:Field Medic: You have studied the uses of the materialization technology of this era to the extent that you can now utilize your Code Core's power to materialize new flesh and bone to repair and heal comrade's wounds. In combat, you can use one of your offensive turns (you still get to defend against everything, you just can't attack) to heal yourself or another member of your team. You can heal them by 10% of their maximum health.
Turn 4
Acel's Attack: 121 - 100 = 21 (100 - 21 = 79% Defense Chance) (-8% From Acel TA = 71% Defense Chance) (+5% From Taunt = 76% Chance)
The man's reactions to her taunting him was perfect. The explosive anger and rage that was provoked from the toxins working their way into his mind were exactly what she needed right now. The man was still powerful, to be sure, but he would be thrown off kilter by these toxins, and that would lead him to making mistakes--it had to. However, it was not having that effect quite yet. The man had been able to perfectly avoid the attack they had set for him--he had, as the Archer had been testing to see if it was true--been able to actually hear what they were saying to each other. Another bewildering ability that he had. How was he able to do that? It made no sense, and yet he was doing it clearly. The Illusionist supposed that the A.I. within him was listening and relaying the information for its master. But, either way, as the energy bolt came ripping through the air for the man, he was able to spin quickly and cleave the bolt into pieces, sending the scattered light particles around him and causing much less intense explosions from the pieces. Good. Very good. The Intel Doctor was mending his wound quite nicely, and the Illusionist was sure that it only needed one more round before he would be able to fully heal the wound. At that point they would all be able to return to the offensive. The fight was progressing nicely, and they would tire this man out soon. If not physically then at least mentally.
As the toxins continued to work their way into the man's systems, he was getting visibly more and more angry. He started yelling at the Archer who was still in the tree-line, and telling him that he would be coming for him. Well, that would be entertaining, but there was no way that Acel would make it that far...not before the Illusionist worked her magic on him. The man, soon enough, was charging back toward her, the mad dog within his mind, the A.I. that spoke, she could hear, and apparently the filthy mutt wanted to kill her and defecate on her corpse. She knew it was the toxins talking, for the most part, but none-the-less she couldn't help but be a little bit perturbed by the A.I.'s comment. Either way, there were bigger fish to fry at this point. The man was charging at her, ready to release another attack toward her, and she was not prepared to take the brunt force of something like that quite yet. She wanted to do her best and not be cut to ribbons any time soon. She did, however, manage to avoid the slash by putting both of her hands down in front of her and projecting a thick barrier of the green energy she utilized, and the sword merely cracked against the barrier and bounced off of it harmlessly, leaving the Illusionist totally unharmed. She grinned as she looked at him and raised her eyebrows. "Come come, friend. How are you failing so spectacularly at actually hitting me? Are you getting tired?" She could only hope the condescending tone would aggravate the man even more.
Taunting Acel
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Illusionist
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 144 Health: 1260/1260
Skill: 88 Strength: 100 Defense: 100
Tactical Advantage:Taunt: You are skilled at drawing the attention of enemies, defusing pressure from your allies in combat. During combat, you may use your offensive turn to target and taunt a foe. This enemy will have to attack you during its next turn, and you will receive a +5% Defense chance.
Acel had a terrible feeling that by the end of this fight, his teeth were no longer going to exist. He was going to grind them down to stubs and never be able to eat the foods he loved again. He could hear the grit of the enamel breaking apart as he clenched his jaw and ground it together like some sort of industrial machine. He could probably have ground diamonds to dust with the pressure he was putting on his jaws. These enemies were infuriating. Any of them could be defeated by him easily in a one on one combat scenario, but their teamwork and the way that they all worked together perfectly was insane! His mind would not allow him to focus on anything but the Illusionist, meanwhile, he would be able to defeat the Intel Doctor, but he could not attack him because of this. The Illusionist could continuously force him to attack her, while the Intel Doctor healed any wounds that were inflicted, and the b*****d Archer could snipe from a distance until Acel was tired and couldn't avoid the arrows any longer. So, whereas the healer was top priority before, now he realized, even though the Illusionist was the strongest one there--she was also the one he had to remove first. If not, she would be able to lock him down the entire fight. He had to break free of this fury if he hoped to come anywhere close to winning this fight.
As he struck out, dashing toward the Illusionist, she managed to sidestep the strike and erect a shield of green energy in front of her hands to deflect the blow, the weapon merely bouncing off to the side, and as the weapon bounced away from the green shield, Acel noticed the wound almost completely closing on the Intel Doctor, and his eyes narrowed to slits that he didn't think possible to actually see through. His blood pressure was going high enough that he was more likely to die of a heart attack than having these little shits kill him. His hands gripped to his sword so tightly that he thought it would shatter into pieces, but as the Intel Doctor healed and the...s**t! The Archer! The arrow came barrelling in and Acel hopped into the air, drop-kicking the green shield that the Illusionist had made, satisfying his rage by toppling the bald b***h over, and also pushing himself out of the way of the Arrow, which again, slammed into the dirt and exploded, leaving a little crater in its wake. He stood, brushing off the dirt that had landed on him and looking at the Illusionist as she rose as well. The words echoed in Acel's head. 'Are you getting tired?'"You're ******** right I am getting tired! Tired of your s**t!" He growled, charging toward her once again, this time he swung his blade toward her, aiming for a cleave around her neck, but he purposely left it short, trying to feint her as he spun his body and lowered it, aiming to cut the legs out from underneath the woman. He wanted to see her bleeding stumps spewing her lifeforce all over the damn ground. He wanted her to hurt, and he wanted to make sure it was all him to got to hurt her.
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The Neon Archer narrowed its eyes as it knocked another arrow. It was crunching its jaws together almost as hard as Acel had been by this point. When he had tried to him the man while running, he had still been able to realize that he was being attacked, and before the Arrow could make it to him, he hopped into the air and kicked off of the Illusionist's shield, sending him flying backwards and avoiding the low arrow shot easily. The man was too aware...it just didn't make sense. He had to have some sort of blind spot! Everyone had a blind spot, for christ sakes. It was clear, however, that this man was visibly shaken by his inability to control the impulse to attack the Illusionist. The most infuriating part about their leader was the fact that she was able to force you to attack her, and at the same time, you could still realize that you were doing it, and know that you wanted to do something else, you just couldn't do it. It was a horrifically aggravating feeling, the Neon Archer was sure. What was even worse, was the three of them were paired together for a very specific reason--and it was situations like this one exactly. One strong opponent against the three of them could not dream of defeating them. Their abilities worked together too well. They had a heal while the man was locked into attacking someone that he could not hit. How could you damage anyone that way? You could not!
The man was able to avoid his shot, sure, but he would not allow that to get under his skin. Oh no. He would just knock another arrow and send it right up that preppy blonde s**t's a**. He was going to land a shot eventually, and that was just a matter of time, but for now he had to bide his time, swallow his anger, and just aim. He had to perfect the shots until the man was too slow to keep up with them. Which would happen soon, it was sure. The Neon Archer wasn't even in the midst of the action, and it was already starting to feel the fatigue. The Intel Doctor was busy finishing up the healing on the wound the man had given him, and Acel was now rushing back in to strike at the Illusionist once again. The A.I. looked at the sloppy first strike, and was almost shocked by it until it realized that it was nothing more than a feint, and as Acel went for the second attack, at the Illusionist's legs, however well they were hidden beneath the robes, the Neon Archer drew back a powerful shot and let it go, holding the aim for a long period before it finally let loose, hoping that Acel would move directly into the path of the arrow when he was done his attack, and that the arrow would land dead center in the middle of his shoulder and blow off that arm of his.
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Neon Archer
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 116 Health: 1400/1400
Skill: 60 Strength: 100 Defense: 72
Tactical Advantage:Jackpot: Occasionally your attacks seem to hit just the right spot when the opponent doesn't expect it, dealing much more damage than anticipated. When you attack and your opponent rolls a defense roll of 95-100, you deal a critical hit, dealing 150% damage.
Turn 5
Intel Doctor's Heal: 10% HP = 144 Health Healed
The Doctor continued its careful observation of the battlefield, making sure to keep track of where everyone was and what they were doing in between its little healing sessions. The Neon Archer was doing its best to land shots on the human man while he was fighting, but somehow the man always knew where the shots were coming from, and was dodging them like crazy--easily avoiding each new attack that was thrown at him. But, thankfully, he also wasn't able to break the Illusionists defenses as of yet--which meant that their boss was safe for now. They all were. If they could hide behind the Illusionist and poke and prod at this man until he was dead, then everything would be great. It all just hinged on the defense of the Illusionist not falling. If that failed, they all failed. Each of them knew this. The Intel Doctor was ready to immediately start healing the Illusionist if the man managed to land a hit. But for the time being, the energy drives kicked in and the code started flowing from the staff. The Doctor properly manipulated it down to the wound once again, and he weaved the code together expertly, the wound fully closing. The garments the doctor wore were still cut, but there was no wound to be found beneath it any longer. "Alright, we're all good to go. You've kept him busy long enough...I believe it's time to kill him, now. Though, please, leave enough for me to analyse." The Doctor spoke, giggling to itself once more, as it rubbed its hands together. Soon enough he could continue assaulting the man alongside his teammates.
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Intel Doctor
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 86 Health: 1440/1440
Skill: 40 Strength: 70 Defense: 62
Tactical Advantage:Field Medic: You have studied the uses of the materialization technology of this era to the extent that you can now utilize your Code Core's power to materialize new flesh and bone to repair and heal comrade's wounds. In combat, you can use one of your offensive turns (you still get to defend against everything, you just can't attack) to heal yourself or another member of your team. You can heal them by 10% of their maximum health.
Turn 5
Acel's Attack: 121 - 100 = 21 (100 - 21 = 79% Defense Chance) (-15% From Stamina = 64% Defense Chance) (-8% From Acel TA = 56% Defense Chance) (+5% From Taunt = 61% Chance)
The Illusionist grinned as the sword blade hit against the shield and she could see the man's frustrations as she was able to push back his attacks once again. He would not be making it very far in this fight. They would hold him down and execute him before he could do anything. The Intel Doctor would be sure to heal them so that they could out-sustain this man. They had this fight in the bag. The illusionist just had to maintain her defenses so that the man could not get to her allies. As the arrow came flying toward the man, he managed to jump up and drop-kick the shield she had made to push himself backwards, but the force also sent the Illusionist toppling backwards as well, falling back to the ground and tumbling a few times before coming to rest, slightly frustrated that she had been caught off guard like that. However, she was certain that she wasn't anywhere near as frustrated as he was right now, and that gave her a certain sense of comfort. As she picked herself up and returned to her creepy half-floating, she levelled her gaze down on Acel, taking a deep breath as she focused herself. The Intel Doctor confirmed that it had finished healing its wound, and that it was ready to go, and she grinned, then, as she knew she would be able to strike out once more.
She watched as the man got angry and spat venom at her about how he was tired of her s**t, and she laughed in response as she looked at him, no longer spouting the toxins into the air around him, but instead, the shield in her hand morphed into a blade and she gave no time at all as she lurched forward, halfway through the shield changing its form and she thrust the blade outward toward Acel's chest, hoping to skewer the b*****d through his heart. Directly after that, she pulled the blade back and it morphed once again as she pulled it away from his chest changing it into a whip and cocking her hand back. But as she pulled her hand back to whip him, she winked, and the blade that she had summoned behind him instantly tore forward and aimed to skewer him through the spine from behind. She wanted this man dead as soon as possible, and if they all weren't putting an offensive effort forth it would be too difficult. At the very least, however, they would be able to lock him back down any time they needed a break to heal. This man was done for.
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Illusionist
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 144 Health: 1260/1260
Skill: 88 Strength: 100 Defense: 100
Tactical Advantage:Taunt: You are skilled at drawing the attention of enemies, defusing pressure from your allies in combat. During combat, you may use your offensive turn to target and taunt a foe. This enemy will have to attack you during its next turn, and you will receive a +5% Defense chance.
It was oddly satisfying to see the bald, green, woman-like creature fall backwards and take a good little tumble. When she fell backwards and rolled, Acel grinned, even if he was on the ground as well. It had managed to give him the time to avoid the arrow shot from the Neon Archer, hiding off in the ******** woods and just shooting from a convenient vantage point. REAL BRAVE, DUDE. It pissed him off that there was an A.I. core smart enough to just sit back and completely stay out of combat, and it was doing it well. But, as he stood up from drop-kicking his opponent's shield, the Neon p***k shot another arrow at him from afar, the light catching off of the bright energy substance that it was made of. Midas was about to warn him about the direction, but Acel was able to pick up on the thoughts of his A.I. counterpart and he was turning that way before Midas even spoke. "That's a really weird feeling. I don't like it. Is that how you feel when I answer something you are thinking, or s**t like that? God. I am sorry. I'mma stop doing that." Acel chuckled to himself even as he leaned back as far as he could, setting his center of balance way off, but allowing the energy arrow to fly past his front, narrowly missing its impact point of Acel's shoulder. The wind from the arrow passing by was hot on his skin, and it felt almost nice.
The Intel Doctor was still sitting back comfortably while the Illusionist was keeping Acel busy, and the b*****d had managed to fully heal the wound that Acel had inflicted on him earlier, much to Acel's dismay. But, he would get there. He would figure it out. He had to. He just needed to kill the damn Illusionist. Get rid of her, and get rid of their whole damn team in one fell swoop. That's what it boiled down to. The Medic gave the clear to the Illusionist, saying that they should kill him, and Acel smirked. 'Go ahead and try.' He thought to himself, as the Illusionist blasted toward him suddenly, unsheathing a sword and plunging it toward him, attempting to stab him in the chest. Acel didn't even move, letting the woman lunge forward. And when her sword planted itself against the metal plating of his chest, there was a loud ting, and the blade stopped against the aperture-like opening on his chest. The Illusionist's eyes widened as she pulled her sword back, not having thrust the blade hard enough to damage the metal, and a look of surprise coated her features--something that made Acel even more happy. The anger was starting to fade, though he knew that it was lingering in the back of his head, and he was definitely still pissed off--at the very least it wasn't all-consuming.
The woman changed the weapon she was holding once again, the blade taking the form of a whip, and as she pulled it back, and was about to lash at him, Midas piped up. "Baldy mc-doucheface is putting a trap behind you. Make sure you dodge quick." Acel nodded once again and he slid to the side quickly, as the Illusionist winked his way, and when the knife came crashing down toward his back, it instead launched right past him and toward the Illusionist who merely dispelled the blade before it could hit her, though it would have been funny as all hell to see her stab herself. As soon as the Illusionist had attempted her second strike, Acel jumped into motion, pulling back the sword in a swift motion, gripped with both hands, and he brought it full circle over his head and moved with blinding speed to circle around her and try to get into her blind spot, slamming the sword down toward the Illusionist's left shoulder.
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 147 Health: 1500/1500 Control Limit: 1180
The Neon Archer looked at where he was firing, following the bolt every step of the way, clacking its metal jaws together in anticipation, as if her were licking at the lips he did not have. The arrow released and it was perfectly on target--this would be the strike that finally landed on this b*****d and did some real damage. It was sure of it! It had to be! But, alas, it was not. Acel leaned his body backwards, using a very minimalistic dodge style, which told the Archer that the man was confident and perfectly aware of where the attacks were coming from. There was no time during the fight that this man actually stopped paying attention. He was a true fighter, and the Archer wondered how long it had taken him to become so cognitive on the battlefield. If Acel were to have told the man that he had learned to wield a sword only a week ago, the Archer would have likely s**t itself in surprise. The man's code side, absorbing information, allowed Acel to grow exponentially after every single combat experience that he went through. But, to the Archer, he was looking at a veteran that had likely seen a dozen battles and survived. Little did he know that Acel had never survived a battle. He had died or been beaten close to death in every single engagement that he had been involved in.
The arrow might have missed the man, but the Neon Archer's head was clear, and he felt no anger at all. Nobody was wounded yet, and they had been fighting for some time. The man was skilled to hold off three opponents without being wounded like that. It was exciting to see the battle unfold. Who would be the victor? The Intel Doctor's wounds had been fully healed now, so there was nothing that the baiter had done to them yet. They were no worse off then when they started. But neither was he. The Neon Archer thought for a bit, and then breathed out steadily as the Illusionist lunged into combat and failed to hit the man. It looked as if she had stabbed him in the chest, but the blade did not move from the surface of his skin. "Some kind of metal implant. It has to be." It thought to itself as he looked at the man. Smart to protect your heart like that. For a human. As Acel launched his counter-attack, the Neon Archer took a deep breath and watched the man slide behind the Illusionist and chop down at her shoulder. As the man completed his swing, the Neon Archer let the arrow loose, the energy bolt singing as it cut through the air and aimed for the man. The bolt was aimed directly over the Illusionist's shoulder, directly for the man's face.
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Neon Archer
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 116 Health: 1400/1400
Skill: 60 Strength: 100 Defense: 72
Tactical Advantage:Jackpot: Occasionally your attacks seem to hit just the right spot when the opponent doesn't expect it, dealing much more damage than anticipated. When you attack and your opponent rolls a defense roll of 95-100, you deal a critical hit, dealing 150% damage.
Turn 6
The Intel Doctor felt reinvigorated now. His chest had been hurting a hell of a lot only a couple minutes ago, but now, it felt like he had breathed new life into his body. It stretched its arms over its head and bent to the left and right, stretching out as it prepared to re-enter the fray. It hopped up and down and did a couple of jumping jacks, trying to limber up, as it knew the importance of stretching ones muscles. One could never stretch too much...unless, of course, they did. And that could actually hurt quite a lot. Yes indeed. It put a finger to the side of its head as it thought about it and immediately stopped stretching. Well, it couldn't pull a muscle now, and end up screwing itself over for the rest of the fight! Well...technically it could just heal its own pulled muscle and it would be fine, right? But, that was enough thinking! The Neon Archer had already launched an attack at the man, shooting its arrow from afar once more, just as the man was striking down toward the Illusionist, and the Intel Doctor could only hope that the strike finally managed to connect. This baiter had been troublesome so far, and they had to take him out before the man could do any serious harm to their leader. If the Illusionist fell, they would be in deep s**t. It was simply not something they could afford to happen. They needed her alive.
But, seeing as all of them were incredibly healthy at this point, it gave them all the chance to gang up on their foe and try their very best to hit him with all they had. If they could all do it--all of them land a blow at the same time, then surely this man would crumble beneath their mighty force! However, if the man managed to actually avoid all of their attacks as he was doing, there would be trouble. They needed to start chipping him down before he started chipping them down--whoever got the first few hits in, would likely take the whole fight. The Intel Doctor watched as the arrow came in fast, and directly after the arrow was passing in toward the Illusionist's shoulder, the Intel Doctor hurled itself forward, its energy drives in full swing as it charged, and then when the staff emitted its bright blue glow, the Intel Doctor immediately let loose a concentrated blast of energy at the man from the side, hoping to catch him off guard while he was still paying attention to the arrow.
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Intel Doctor
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 86 Health: 1440/1440
Skill: 40 Strength: 70 Defense: 62
Tactical Advantage:Field Medic: You have studied the uses of the materialization technology of this era to the extent that you can now utilize your Code Core's power to materialize new flesh and bone to repair and heal comrade's wounds. In combat, you can use one of your offensive turns (you still get to defend against everything, you just can't attack) to heal yourself or another member of your team. You can heal them by 10% of their maximum health.
Turn 6
Acel's Attack: 121 - 100 = 21 (100 - 21 = 79% Defense Chance) (-15% From Stamina = 64% Defense Chance) (-8% From Acel TA = 56% Defense Chance)
The Illusionist would not allow herself to be slain. She would not allow herself to be shamed by defeat against a single man. She was strong, she was a good leader, there was no way some insignificant baiter whelp could take that from her. But the idea that this man had the power to truly kill them if he defeated them was terrifying. The civilians--even the strong civilians--had no chance to kill them. Even if they were defeated in battle by a regular human--something that rarely happened, but something that did sometimes occur--they would not die. Their code would merely scatter and find refuge in the closest electronic device. Sure they would be weakened, but they could not die. This man could eat the code they were made of and power his own body from the substance they were made of. It was horrifying. But the Illusionist could not think of that now. The man was not going to make it that far. When her blade impacted the man's chest, and it hit against the metallic plating that was there, the Illusionist was greatly confused. It was a light thrust, meant to puncture flesh and quickly be pulled back, so before she could put more weight into the strike to push through the plating, she was already pulling the strike back. Why would a man have a metal plate over his heart? Who was this man? Did he have some sort of unnatural fear of his heart being damaged by his enemies? Quite the strange precaution to take.
She figured, however, that the second attack would be able to strike him while he was not expecting it, but that too ended up failing as the man moved to the side as the blade was about to strike, and as he moved the blade instead shot for the Illusionist's own body. As the knife approached, however, she managed to dispel the blade before it made it anywhere close to her body, and she was safe. However, it had put into perspective that she might not want to sneak attack the man when the direction of the strike was also the direction of herself...it could definitely end badly, and she felt stupid for even attempting such a thing. Then the man was at her side, moving around her in a blur as he prepared his next strike. The sword held high over his head as he brought it crushing toward her shoulder in a brutal swing. But the Illusionist would not allow it to penetrate her defenses. She lifted her hands once again, creating a dome-like shield above her that caught the blade, and left Acel with his arms raised, hopefully enough that he would be too slow to deal with the arrow coming for him. Immediately after she blocked, the Illusionist slid to the side and then slammed her palm toward Acel's ribs, enforcing it with a blast of the green energy, that if the strike landed, would shoot into a spike that would launch into Acel's body. Immediately afterwards, she would place both of her hands together and push them both out, sending out a massive force wave that had enough pressure to crack bones. If it landed, the man would surely be launched backwards and in a world of pain, but all the Illusionist could do for now was hope.
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Illusionist
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 144 Health: 1260/1260
Skill: 88 Strength: 100 Defense: 100
Tactical Advantage:Taunt: You are skilled at drawing the attention of enemies, defusing pressure from your allies in combat. During combat, you may use your offensive turn to target and taunt a foe. This enemy will have to attack you during its next turn, and you will receive a +5% Defense chance.
