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Post by Spencer on Jun 7, 2013 13:37:34 GMT -6
Apparently, it wasn't easy being a great creator of machine and life. Often, the mistress required great amounts of resources in her work, always requiring more and more refined or raw materials in her efforts to create more machines and reploids. Even as she came upon a great discovery or a genius idea, she would often be limited by the tools and materials in her immediate vicinity, a likely aspect of her environment considering where she had made her temporary hideout.
Even so, she still had servants to tend to her needs and wants. She would often assign duties to her various server drones or mechlanoids, but for Spencer specifically, he always was assigned the most important of duties. Apparently, petty theft was supposed to be one of Spencer's missions today, as much as it grated against him. He gained nothing by taking out drivers or low level guards, his honor and excitement in battle deterred by the sheer fact that nothing seemed to overtly challenge him during such ventures.
The combat reploid shook his head. He would obtain what she needed all the same, irregardless of the parameters. It was his duty to serve her, regardless of what she needed or wanted. Due to that sense of duty, he crouched behind a ridge line, occasionally peering over the top of the ridge towards the road below, waiting for his prey. Like the hunter, he would wait until the target revealed itself, a pair of transport vehicles that were scheduled to pass by this way on their way to Abel City proper.
Just outside of the city limits, he would be able to make his attack and steal the precious cargo within before the local authorities would be able to react on the matter, at least according to his mistress' instructions. One of the vehicles was carrying a load of Titanium X, recently refined into its more proper form for production into who-knew-what, and the other carried materials needed for power plants and generators. Both vehicles carried valuable resources for Astrid's latest plan, apparently, so it was up to Spencer to acquire them. As despicable of a task as it may be, it was necessary. The reploid gritted his teeth at the though all the same.
After a few more minutes, Spencer peaked over the ridge again, spotted vehicles approaching on the horizon. Those appeared to be his targets. Judging distance and speed was the task of scientists and intellectuals, not for him. He would wait until they closed the distance before he made his strike against them. Soon...
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Post by Serenade on Jun 7, 2013 18:31:46 GMT -6
Another day, another misunderstanding.
This time, she was misunderstood for a mercenary. However in this case, it's is but a common screw up. Based on the fact that she conceals her identity, people always mistaken her for either a mercenary or bounty hunter, the latter, she had a few crazy run-ins with people she were targeted to kill. She could just simply turn the people down or just tell them to shove off, but when you're as silent and nearly lifeless as Serenade, you simply do not care. Of course, she would have said something about this task she was requested to take. If not for her natural curiosity towards these kind of jobs, she would have just walked away like she usually does. Apparently, she needed to just sit around and act as a guard for these transport vehicles that are delivering goods to Abel City. It was a good thing no one in existence knows about her Maverick status.
Technically speaking, she's not a Maverick in the eyes of the current authorities since she's made sure to slay those who've laid eyes upon her in the past and left the scene as quickly as possible. Of course, if she were in the front lines of the war most of the time, that'd be different. She'd either be recorded in the Hunter's database or worse, destroyed. So really, concealing herself under these garbs is really unnecessary. But in actuality, the guise was really for...that cyborg. Last she recalled, she had no idea of her adversary's current occupation; whether he was still a hunter or doing something else. With her previous encounter with him, he was with a hunter from the looks of things. However, dealing with him was a completely different and personal matter. She had a "job" to do right now. Her master hasn't assigned her new orders as of late and she's technically free to do as she please outside of duty, so this is a nice way of killing time before hearing word from her superior. Since she was nowhere within her adversary's reach or sight, her hood was not concealing her head and face.
Sitting down inside the back interior of one of the transport vehicles, she was surrounded by reploids assigned to guard duty as well...though this was their primary job; what they were built for. Apparently her assistance was needed because there have been a lot of cargo thefts lately by either Rogue Mavericks or similar roids that these common guards couldn't handle. Only reason she was hired because of her little run in with four rogues that attacked her out of nowhere in the previous city they've departed from for foolishly mistaking her for a weak and defenseless roid. The transporter being impressed with her combat skills decided to request aid...and well, here she was. Though strangely enough, she could see the other guards staring at her from the corner of her eye as she was just staring blankly into space herself. The guards seemed to be talking about her.
"...Who's the new girl?" One deep-bearing roid spoke lowly to another who was sitting right next to him.
"Apparently some merc to help with all these thefts lately. We do need the help after all..."
"Pah...just another money grubber looking to show us off. The last roid turned tail and ran like a coward, despite that cocky attitude theirs." He scoffed, standing from the truck's floor and walking towards Serenade as he continued to speak, loudly this time. "She doesn't look so tough either..."
Serenade simply ignored the reploid as he approached. If she wasn't here for a reason and if there weren't so many bystanders, she'd cleave his head in half just to shut him up. Apparently he was being ticked off by her not responding to his spiteful comment, crouching down beside her and lightly punching her on the shoulder continuously. "What's the matter? Not capable of talking? Come on...if we're supposed to trust your money-grubbing kind, then at least have the decency of replying!" he then risen back to his feet.
That was one thing she didn't like though: people touching her unnecessarily. So at last, she turned her head to the roid, her crimson red, lifeless eyes locking with his. "...Very well." Her soft voice picked up volume as she began to rise, then gripped the roid arm as he unexpectedly jumped out of being startled by how quick she grabbed him. Using her natural Bio-roid strength, she began tightening the hold to the point where his wrist began cracking, immediately followed by sparks flying out the cracks. The roid was yelping in pain as his wrist was being crushed like an empty can. The other guards kind of on the defensive, but didn't move just in case. He then began to beg her to release him as he followed an apology up; the pain too much to bare and with her still locking eyes with him. Though finally, she granted his wrist a swift release as he fell down and he began crawling away, then returning to her seat on the floor as she continued to blankly stare into space, not even paying attention to the creeped out stares she was receiving from the now-uneasy guards.
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Post by Spencer on Jun 7, 2013 18:53:19 GMT -6
Another few moments passed by, the vehicles approaching closer and closer. Both vehicles were maintaining speed as if nothing was amiss, which meant Spencer had not been approached yet. Good. Another few seconds passed and Spencer stood up from his hiding place, his left hand switching out into his Astrid Buster. With the sound of metal sliding against metal, the cannon emerged where his hand had once been, a small whine emanating from the Buster, indicating a charge. He then braced the weapon against his right arm, steadying his arm and aim as he led the front vehicle. Three, two, one...
Suddenly, a whiplash sound could be heard, ionizing particles of oxygen popping as the blast from the Astrid Buster roared towards the lead vehicle, seeking to disable the vehicle and prevent the rear transport from moving forward. Had there been a third transport, Spencer would have fired upon it to make sure the second vehicle had no where to escape. No matter, now.
Regardless, the blast tore into the transport's fender, slagging armor plating and engine components into twisted visages of their original shape and purpose. And with the sound of grinding steel, the engines of the first transport slowed to a crawl before dying, stranding the vehicle where it stood. Like he was suddenly jolted to life, Spencer ran down the ridge towards the road, opening fire with his Buster at both vehicles, seeking to both discourage escape and frighten any crew that might have been aboard. The last transport he had hit had a meager force of security Reploids, so taking them out--as well as the drivers--was his top priority. As he closed the distance, he aimed a pair of shots at the driver seats of both vehicles, seeking to eliminate the possibility of escape and to give the combat reploid time to close the distance and eliminate any other hostile threats within the transports.
All the while, a frown was on the Maverick's face, partly out of concentration, but mostly out of irritation. Preying upon the weak was not exactly his idea of proving himself as a capable combat model, nor was it any appreciable way of improving his skills. If nothing else, this sort of chore was below him and his honor. But the mistress' orders were law with him, which took precedence.
"Come on out, let's get this over with," He grumbled to himself as he ran towards the vehicles, watching for the doors of the transport to open and reveal the guards within.
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Post by Serenade on Jun 7, 2013 19:25:33 GMT -6
All the commotion from the sounds of a buster firing and striking the vehicles began to throw the guards in a panic after the complete stop. All except for Serenade, who calmly stood by as she awaited the guard to open the hatch after hearing a voice taunting them to come out. Once that commenced, they all began to pour out and proceed to their duty. It was now empty, for she was the only one inside now. These were probably just more rogues. If that's the case, then she'd be able to help them end this quickly.
Before she even stepped out, she caught glimpse of the approaching roid...but he was alone? The guards were now confronting the lone combat roid, locking onto him with their weapons. Serenade figured if this lone thief was at work, then she probably shouldn't even lift a finger. She stood in place while still in the doorway of the transport vehicle, hearing the drivers and passengers trying to take cover behind the vehicles in a panicky manner. However, these guards had to be really weak if they couldn't handle one lone roid and generally she didn't like people getting in her way while fighting. It was best to just sit back for a while and simply spectate the battle that was about to unfold, for that reploid was coming straight at these vehicles at a quick pace.
This could also be a decoy to let their guard down though, as that was considered a pretty nice strategy to divert one's attention from the main party to a small force meant to lower their guard. Time to see what this roid was made of regardless.
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Post by Spencer on Jun 7, 2013 19:51:27 GMT -6
As the combat reploid closed the distance, the doors opened up, revealing several armed guards. Reploids, by the looks of them, as apparently the safety of the cargo could not be trusted to mere organic filth. Pathetic. It was a waste of time to go through such a combat--his and theirs--but they would become a nuisance in their own way sooner or later. Better to eliminate them now.
"Open fire!" The lead guard said, provoking a roar of energy screaming towards Spencer. A valiant effort on their part, at least.
The combat reploid leaped into the air, his powerful synthetic muscles propelling him higher into the air than any human could ever hope to achieve, his own buster leveled at the line of disciplined, but fool-hardy soldiers. With the snapping of ionized particles, a trio of energy blasts escaped from the Astrid Buster, impacting against Titanium X armor with a ferocious preamble. Armor exploded into pieces where the blasts impacted against the guard reploids, screams of pain and misery soon filling the air around them.
Upon landing, a pair of energy shots impacted against Spencer's armor, scoring the armor and cracking it, but no other damage was done. He barely felt a thing, but he could not forsake the initiative on such a pathetic attack. With the whine of capacitors charging, Spencer closed the distance, aiming his Buster at the remaining guards before loosing ionized death in their direction. Smoke and dust filled the air upon impact, shouts and screams of agony washing over Spencer like a bitter, but cool, wave of water.
Such a waste of time and potential.
As the dust cleared, Spencer eyed the area, his Buster following the direction of his sight like a magnet, until he was convinced that the guards had been dealt with. He looked down at the damage on his chest plate, frowning angrily for a moment before spitting on the ground. Neither challenging nor insightful, this battle had gained him nothing aside from the materials his mistress required.
Green eyes soon looked up at the open entrance to the transport in front of him, revealing a woman of obvious reploid make. Her eyes were lifeless, yet seemed to look on all the same, as if she were passively accepting the circumstances of what was going on. Perhaps she was one of the crew.
"Afraid to speak?" He asked irritably. All that was left were the crew and other passengers that had been too afraid to fight, apparently. An easily solved problem, nothing more. Not even worth the effort of using his Buster on them. "Or are you here to guard the cargo as well?"
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Post by Serenade on Jun 7, 2013 20:39:31 GMT -6
Well, it wasn't that the guards were weak after all. It was just that they were faced against an opponent that simply outclassed them all put together. But in a way, she foresaw this event occurring when the fighting began. This combat reploid wasn't an ordinary one once she witnessed how he battled, that's for sure. He possessed the skills equal to that of a Maverick Hunter, which meant he wasn't going to be as easy to deal with compared to a simple band of rogues. However, she's combated tough opponents of his caliber in the past, so all that was left to do is engage in battle and experience his skills first-hand instead of sitting idly by.
It was then that he called out to her. As Serenade's usual, she didn't respond to either one of the questions, but instead intended to relay her answer through her movements. She leaped from out the doorway of the vehicle, then landed at least several feet away from the roid. As she risen from landing in the road, she gave him her usual stare before engaging in battles. She had a feeling he was capable of other feats than just marksmanship, examining him for other weaponry on his person. However, that did not matter. With her elemental energy manipulation abilities, she could battle him with both long and close range if necessary. However, she wanted to test him and see how he'd react to her challenge.
As the wind blew rough for a moment, the brown garb she was wearing began to wave with the winds, revealing the hilts of both Reaper Blades enclosed on both sides of her permanently attached belt. She gripped one tightly before releasing it from the belt, having the beam saber automatically activate the moment she held it to her side. Afterwards, she simply shifted her body to the side. She possessed no kind of special battle stance, but she stood in a way that she was bracing herself for combat without any subtle movements.
"...Come." She spoke up as calmly as she could, maintaining her battle-ready stare.
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Post by Spencer on Jun 7, 2013 22:19:41 GMT -6
The woman apparently had no answer. Her eyes looked like she was dead to the world despite her ability to stand and move. She almost looked like a drone, a mindless worker 'bot or some such meaningless life form. His frown deepened for a moment, realizing that once again, he was denied a proper challenge. He was about to dismiss her, figuring her to be nothing more than some automaton, when she suddenly leaped into the air, landing a few meters away from him. It was at that point he felt a shiver run down his spine, not one of fear, but one of anticipation. Her movements... they were too fluid to be anything more than a drone or a fancy mechlanoid.
She soon drew out a saber from the depths of her brown cloak, which obscured much of her bodily features, but it was not hard to imagine her feminine body structure. The energy blade radiated heat and light that reflected off her skin, her grip firm and steady.
Suddenly, a smiled played across Spencer's face, a slow but sharp intake of breath filling his body for a moment before letting it out slowly, savoring the moment. His arms itched, his legs twitched, his demeanor switched. Perhaps she would be the challenge he had been hoping for for awhile. It had been too long since he had done battle against a worthy opponent. Too long since he had the chance to face another combatant in personal combat.
His legs spread a little, widening his stance. His Buster replaced itself, his hand emerging from his left forearm in a ceremony of sliding metal. Meanwhile, a small compartment on his wrist opened, a flick of his right hand revealing an energy saber hidden within his right arm. He thumbed the activating rune, the crimson energy blade emerging from the hilt like a hungry tiger, accompanied by the very low growl from the Reploid's throat.
"I see..." He said between his bared teeth. His smile was wild, every sensation on his body amplified ten fold. The sheer delight and anticipation in his body cried for action and violence. "...so you're not some dummy after all. I accept your challenge!" He roared before charging towards her, taking his left hand and gripping the hilt below his right hand, seeking to stab out towards the woman with his energy blade, legs pumping with artificial energy as fast as they could to close the distance. "Show me your true skills!"
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Post by Serenade on Jun 7, 2013 23:47:45 GMT -6
Serenade observed the moments and reactions of the reploid, slightly puzzled by his actions. It was obvious that he was after something other than this cargo. But that was the thing: the cargo was the only thing here...unless you want to count lifeless corpses and cowardly crew members that's shaking in their boots. The roid's eyes were filled with excitement she's never witnessed before. But earlier, they weren't like that at all. Perhaps this little misunderstanding of a job wasn't a total waste after all. Other than battling this strange opponent, she wanted to observe and study an odd feeling that's befallen her after witnessing this reploid's behavior. What could cause someone to respond to a challenge with such high spirits? Perhaps a bot programmed to be a killing machine such as herself is foreign to this kind of reaction.
So he then charged relentlessly towards her with extreme haste, knowing that it was time for the test to finally commence. As soon as he closed in, she slid her right foot to the side a bit and awaited for the opportunity to retaliate. Once he was in her preferred space, Serenade blurred into motion instantly to her right to dodge the charging thrust as swiftly as he could. She planted her heel into the ground after evading, then used the same foot to lunge herself back into action as she hit a quick sprint. She wanted to see how well his reaction speed was, not going in for an immediate attack as she closed in on him.
Using her enhanced agility after meeting the roid in close quarters again, Serenade pivoted herself around him as she left a dust trail behind her in her speedy tracks until she was on the other side of him, attempting to throw him off guard and trick him up with her mobility. She tightened her grip on the Reaper Blade, twisting her body into a horizontal spin while swinging her saber in the same manner as it was directed at her opponent's side, aiming for a bodily weak point that both reploids and humans shared.
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Post by Spencer on Jun 8, 2013 9:18:45 GMT -6
She was as quick as her body let on. She had nimbly avoided his initial strike before circling around him, likely searching for weak points in his armor or a fault in his stance. Excellent... she was not as weak or inexperienced as the men that laid around their feet, the combat reploid constantly trying to keep up with the female warrior's maneuvers. As she circled, so too did he, holding his blade in front of him in a neutral guard. It was exhilarating, the true call of personal combat, to test one's will and strength against another's. Throughout the dance of feet and eyes, his smile continued to show itself, pushing his body to keep up with her maneuvers.
She was faster than he was, it appeared, but was she also stronger, perhaps? She used her mobility and fleet of foot to her advantage, gaining an advantageous angle to his guard before lashing out, aiming for the typical weakpoint just underneath the arm. For organic filth, that was where one of their main arteries resided, and for reploids, that was the location of the main muscle conduit. He could not allow that. He spun his blade in a circle, deflecting her strike from piercing the weak point in his construction, her energy blade slicing off a small chunk of armor at the edge of his shoulder. Hot pain seared through his senses, but rather than cry out in pain, he sharply took in breath again, his smile widening. This was no amateur, this was a real challenge.
"Ha!" He laughed out as he quickly retaliated after deflecting her strike. "You are good, but just how good, I wonder?" He said, reversing the momentum of his spinning blade in order to try and bring the blade down upon her, seeking to cut her in half from head to toe. "Someone with your skills is obviously wasted on the company of these ingrates!"
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Post by Serenade on Jun 8, 2013 21:17:56 GMT -6
So his reactionary speed was quick enough indeed. She wasn't very disappointed that her attack was deflected, just that it meant she needed to take a different approach. He sprung back into action, attempting to split her down right in the middle. Given her body's natural fragility, an attack like that would surely deal the damage it was intended for, even more than the reploid himself would expect. She had to avoid any direct and powerful hits from him, otherwise it'd spell her doom in a matter of seconds. At this rate, she had to rely on her own strength to get her out of this one instead of evasion tactics.
As such when the beam saber came down on her, she changed the Reaper Blade to it's secondary form, which took the shape of a mix between a scimitar and the sickle of a scythe. With the added length of the beam blade, it provided a more reliable means of blocking the attack. His own saber was held on place of hers, the Bio-roid being impressed at this reploid's strength considering he was strong enough go toe-to-toe with the natural strength levels of her kind, as she was forced to place all her force into the grip to prevent him from breaking through. Of course, the average Bio-roid still possessed more physical strength than she did, so it's to be expected. The only true way to break out of the hold was to grip the hilt with both hands, then with all her might, her Reaper Blade slid off his weapon. The amount of strength she forced into it caused her to flip to the side, actually conveniently saving her life. The enemy's saber was only a centimeter or two away from chopping her arm off, for the saber actually nicked her and left a nice little painful gash on her forearm. Way too close...
But that little moment there was all she needed to realize how to handle this battle. He was powerful...so much that his physical strength might actually exceed her own. She had to gain that opening through strategic means, and she had the perfect way. As her body was launched away, she caught her balance by planting the palm of her free hand onto the road, then pushed herself upwards with her strength until she flipped backwards 360 degrees while airborne twice before landing on her feet and stretched her arm out, aimed at the roid. Her hand glowed with a beautiful golden light for a split second before electricity began cover it. Another second later, it formed a ball of lightning and was immediately fired at high-speed towards her opponent. It was time to do a little mix matching between her fighting styles to try and gain an edge.
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Post by Spencer on Jun 8, 2013 23:03:14 GMT -6
Interesting. Her energy blade seemed to have an alternate mode to it, transforming into some strange hybrid between a sickle and a scimitar. A convenient surprise, to be sure, but likely a necessary one in order to halt his brutal attack. Even now, he could tell that he was stronger than his opponent, perhaps, based on her movements. She had not bothered to use both hands too much before until now in order to stop his attack and avoid it. Even so, Spencer spotted on the barest glimpse of the gash before it was obscured by that cloak of hers again. So she was wounded as well, though likely not as badly as he had been. Still, he could deal with the pain, but could she? Did she feel anything at all with those dead, emotionless eyes of hers.
She was quick and nimble, that much was for certain. She at least possessed strength to stand up to him, it seemed, which was a rarity in of itself. There were not many that could stand up and stop in powerful strikes. All the more reason for him to enjoy this challenge, that smile of his still plastered on his face. Another sharp intake of breath as he looked at her, watching her back flip away from him.
At that moment, he noticed an electrical ball gathering in her hands. Interesting, a kind of projectile attack, yet she did not use a Buster. Creative.
She unleashed her attack out towards the combat Reploid, Spencer quickly diving towards the ground and rolling to the left, the ball of energy impacting against the ground mere feet away from where he had been standing. Even so, he could feel the electrified after effects of the attack licking hot pain across his legs and chest, causing him to let out groan of pain for a moment before finding his feet again, his left arm changing back into the Astrid Buster as his right arm continued to hold his saber.
"A very nice attack. Try mine on for size!" He declared before laughing maniacally, the high-pitched whine of his Buster charging up audible in the air. Just a short moment after that, aiming his buster towards the strange woman, he let the massive blast of energy loose towards its target, the blast accompanied by the whiplash sound of oxygen flash vaporizing in the vicinity.
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Post by Serenade on Jun 9, 2013 0:22:05 GMT -6
She should have expected him to retaliate with his buster, but she was planning on firing another shot until he gave indication of responding in kind. The shot didn't seem fully charged and she was momentarily unable to move. The only way out of something like that was to take the blast, which was not recommended, or vanquish it with her own. Going with the latter, since it was better than being a sitting duck, the electrical energy vanished and her hand emitted thick smoke, her hand then glowing with a red aura this time to symbolize the element of her next choice. Flames gathered until she released several shots of fire towards the incoming buster shot. When all balls of flame collided with the shot, it caused a sudden yet expected reaction. They blasts cancelled each other out and in turn caused an explosion that created an enormous shock wave that spread in all directions with an impressive radius.
When it came her direction, the force of the wave was powerful enough to knock her back and lift her off the ground. Unable to recoil back into action while being hit by something like this, she collided with the road by falling to her back and bounced right back up as her body forcefully against her own will flipped her over until she landed right on her chest, her cloak finally flying off her as it was taken away by the wind. She stabbed her saber into the road and used it as a cane to slowly rise back up, but she suddenly fell back down to one knee as she was forced to place her hand on her chest, feeling the long horizontal battle scar from the previous fight she had with that cyborg a day ago. She never did get it repaired, and the fall caused a reaction of pain...something she rarely ever felt. But even one as emotionless as she does have some sort of feelings. This previous wound was quite deep though, as she recalled it was that large shuriken that sliced her so badly like this. Luckily, the pain was only momentary and soon disappeared afterward. She'd have to avoid a hard fall like that one next time.
But turning her attention to the battle and still keeping her hand over her older wound, she couldn't see with the thick smoke from the explosion obscuring her vision. She could only see what was behind her, but ahead, nothing but smoke. She wondered how that explosion affected her opponent if it's radius was as large as she witnessed before being blown away. But she took note of his reaction again earlier before he fired his shot. He had seemed to have gained some sort of twisted pleasure from the heat of battle, that which she could not currently comprehend. By her knowledge, a battle is one where two opposing forces seek to destroy one another...and yet he was laughing? Was he malfunctioning or something else? But the look in his eyes wasn't one of insanity, but was full of fire and excitement. She just could not understand. And yet, some foreign feeling has struck her as well...
...Wait. She's actually FEELING something for a change?
Well, other than pain that is. But this other feeling...what was it? Whatever it was, her chest felt like it was burning up. She needed more. She required to continue this bout against her eager opponent to find out more about this feeling she can't understand. This was all that cyborg's fault though...ever since her past encounters with him, these strange feelings and reactions have become more frequent.
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Post by Spencer on Jun 9, 2013 0:58:56 GMT -6
Even though the events surrounding the explosion were, perhaps, faster than anyone of filthy organic descent might be able to follow, to a Reploid, they were logical and chronological. Apparently, the woman was capable of far more than just electrical blasts, as spheres of flame erupted from her hand to impact against the energy blast from his Buster. Obviously, when such forces collide against one another, an explosion the likes of which were soon seen and felt were inevitable. Such things always seemed to happen when violent energy fought against violent energy. The inevitable outcome when two opposed forces opposed one another.
It was a glorious feeling, two warriors putting their skills and strengths to the test against one another, so much so that collateral damage was not just inevitable but almost necessary.
The shock wave of power hit the maverick's body with a strong enough force to lift him off the ground, hurling him a distance away from the vehicles and bodies that had been their battle ground. The first impact against the ground jarred his senses and stabilizers, another wave of pain rushing through his synthetic body before impacting against the ground again. This time, however, he rolled his body with the force of the wave, attempting to lessen the damage from such a concussive force--both from the explosion and the impact. However, a moment later, when he ceased moving and started to rise to his feet, his armor appeared cracked, scratched, and worn from the asphalt and rocks that littered the ground.
His rise to his feet was no where near as glamorous as the woman's, not that he could see her. The dust that had been kicked up by the explosion was thick, and his eye sight was designed for combat, not for spotting enemies through a dust or smoke cloud. He squinted his eyes as he tried to look for his opponent, breathing heavily, but he was eager to re-engage her once again. She was strong, she was quick, she was powerful... a true and worthy opponent for the combat reploid to test his skills again. The sanctity of combat and violence was just a delicious and exhilarating feeling.
However, after a moment, he still could not see her, looking around in vain to try and find the woman. Was this concern for her safety he felt, or was it more out of his desire to continue to face her. Surely she was stronger than that... surely she had not been destroyed with the explosion. He refused to believe someone that strong would be destroyed so easily. So he did the only thing he could do to find her. He charged into the cloud of smoke and dust. His green jewel, cracked as it was, glowed vibrantly in the darker cloud, his blade emanating its red blade again as he charged through it, seeking to attack his opponent once again, a reckless and brave display of power and courage. He wanted to keep the fight going, until one--or both of them--could not fight any longer.
"Come out, come out!"
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Post by Serenade on Jun 9, 2013 14:50:52 GMT -6
With her previous wound completely losing her attention, Serenade continued to allow the smoke to clear, which it was almost gone enough to see almost clean through it. Though she could see a silhouette within the smoke. It had to be the reploid, as she heard his voice loud and clear, as well as heading closer towards her direction. So he was running straight ahead blindly in the smoke...did he even think before rushing in or is the heat of battle pushing him forth? She figured she could take advantage of the situation, but that unknown feeling...it was stopping her from taking the opportunity. Was his excitement of battle...having some sort of passive effect on her? As a proper killing machine, she should care not how she ends her opponent's life. But he was closing in and it was time to make a decision.
Gripping the Reaper Blade with both hands, she swung the beaming blade of heat as strongly as her Bio-roid strength could take her. This created a powerful, yet non-lethal force of wind to blow away most of the remaining smoke, now revealing her incoming opponent who's in hot pursuit. While part of her regrets not taking the chance to strike properly within the smoke, another part actually accepted her choice of action. Was it...out of respect for this reploid's desire to fight so strongly or something else? The more and more this fight dragged on, the more she was getting closer to understand this foreign feeling that's befallen her since the beginning of the battle. Was she in the midst of finally understanding? Perhaps this next clash of swords will be the trigger.
So she decided to grant his charge with one of her own, sprinting forth into action with her saber beside her. Now within battle space, she moved her sword arm across to where it almost touched her other arm. She stopped only for split second as she rocketed herself forth towards the roid with a push of her foot on the ground and swinging her blade sideways to possibly combat whatever movement of his own weapon he makes once they collide.
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Post by Spencer on Jun 9, 2013 21:36:25 GMT -6
A blast of wind pushed against the charging Reploid, paltry resistance at best, barely enough to slow his steps by a little bit, but what the wind did actually do was clear away the smoke and dust, revealing the life-less looking woman Reploid, who's visage seemed just as lifeless as ever. With his target in sight, he let out a laugh and charged straight for her, his blade alight with power and blood thirst. His smile deepened, eager to lock blades with his opponent once again.
And then, the most glorious event happened. The woman charged towards Spencer. Like two warriors of story and legend, they ran towards one another, the eagerness to cross words and blades filling the maverick to its fullest. The thrill, the excitement, it filled his very being, his eyes crazed with delight. She swung her blade, as did Spencer, the blades clashing against one another in a brilliant display of sparks as the rival energy fields combated one another at the sub-atomic level, each weapon striving to overcome the other through sheer brute force that only pure energy knew how. Oxygen snapped and popped from the contact of the two weapons. Glorious, simply exhilarating!
After that moment of clash, strength against strength, Spencer lost the grip on his sword, the hilt of it flying in an unseen direction due to the stress of the opposing strengths. No matter. Even without his sword, he could still fight. Thankfully, the clash had kept his person safe for the moment, deflecting whatever blow she had aimed for him, his left arm immediately pointing the Astrid Buster at her face for a moment as he breathed heavily, the 'adrenaline rush' of the fight and charge catching up to him.
"Oh, you are good," Spencer said between his grinning teeth, his cannon aimed at the woman's head, but not firing yet. "Were it not for my mission, I would indulge you all day and night!"
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