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After-Effect; Post-AC RP
Topic Started: Oct 24 2010, 10:41 AM (21,535 Views)
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(OOC: Extra special post. Hope you guys enjoy)

Just a moment before Alissa became a blur, Jenosa gritted her teeth as she gripped her Gemini handgun(s) and began firing a flurry once more; gone was any sense of her combat enthusiasm, replaced by complete serious in lue of the current situation. And although the handguns had lost some their potency when she had stopped using them, it didn't take long for them to 'rev' up again. Furthermore, Every action she took was in such tandem with Alissa's near indistinguishable movements that the whole event played out as if rehearsed. For any stragglers or marines flanking her friend, Jenosa was quick to incapacitate them, and she positioned herself amongst the shelving in way to other marines could flank her.

Oh, she had to give credit to them; these were competent soldiers, not running into the fray like mindless cannon fodder, but taking cover and firing intelligently. But between her and Alissa combat experience, coordination, tech, and their own position, it wasn't much of a fair fight. That, and they wanted her alive, which meant non-lethal force; which meant stunners. And while Jenosa had dodged a few, the ones that did hit showed how resilient she was to it; either due to her armor, physiology or both, she didn't know which.

As for Alissa, well, stunners can't do anything against a target they you can't hit.

In the end, the current number of marines were simply at a large disadvantage (nothing personal guys), and were quickly dispatched. Even so, the two of them knew things were only going to get more harrier. Because chances were, there was more soldiers on the way, the ones they had incapacitated would recover; and while the lanes between the stacks of cargo were wide, give the marines the right position and they'd be able to shoot at them like ducks in a barrel.

And oh yeah, there was Mr."Big, Mean and Ugly" standing in their way. Well, at least ugly on the inside.

Quickly clipped her Gemini gun together and switching it for her the Dual-Tactical handguns she had gotten from Jimmy, she took a defiant, resolute stance; guns yet to be raised, she knew instinctively there would be no 'stunning' this guy. Her green eyes then flared a bright cyan that nearly matched the man's own, as if issuing a challenge.

Acknowledging Alissa's statement with a nod, she said to the Machine, "So what's it gonna be big guy? You want to take us on two on one, or are you-

Ba-dump!

Instantly, her eyes widened in surprise as the strength of the deep pounding sensation running emanating from the core of her body - that calling that she had ignored as a simple play of her imagination - increase a hundred fold. Only it wasn't her imagination.

Ba-dump!

It was real. Very real. Something within this facility was not only echoing to the core of her being, it was getting closer. And it felt was if her entire body was throbbing every moment, as though it was trying to answer back; but except it never replied.

Ba-dump!

The strange thing was, the Machine seemed to know what it was, and it only took all of those 3 seconds for her to come around the corner. It was there they stared face-to-their-own-face.

Time around them stopped.

For it was like looking into a mirror; only to not quite see the person you expected. Your overall facial features were recognizable, and their expressions certainly matched each others surprised shock of seeing themselves. But everything else was different just enough; the armor, the hairstyle, the eyes. It took a moment for the idea they were, in fact, staring a different person to click in.

Once it did, time started up again. As did Jenosa's heart; and she swore for every beat it now took felt like an echo of every beat her...'sister's' took.

Irregardless, the two regained their serious composure, albeit with Jenosa's breathing appearing a bit labored. And only glancing at him, she spoke to the Machine in a voice that was almost the complete opposite of his; one full of fire and emotion.

"If you think you can handle these two, I'll be glad to go for the invader we have to kill," she said, clenching her hands in anticipation.
"I believe that the human spirit is indomitable. If you endeavor to achieve, it will happen given enough resolve. It may not be immediate, and often your greater dreams is something you will not achieve within your own lifetime. The effort you put forth to anything transcends yourself, for there is no futility even in death."
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Alissa looked between Jenossa and her clone a moment as Armoria and made up her mind in that moment. For her the world still moved so slowly, though she perceived the conversation it sounded distant. One single thought entered her mind; she could not allow her friend to fight the clone. While Alissa knew she could handle the machine her own assessment of Armoria’s abilities however placed the subject as a much higher threat, and Jenossa was clearly in shock.

"If you think you can handle these two, I'll be glad to go for the invader we have to kill,"

In that moment Alissa seemed to flicker before vanishing completely as he cloak engaged. Quickly speeding to a sprint she closed the distance, jumped into a flip which would end with her feet planted firmly against Armoria’s chest kicking hard the force would send Armoria back and Alissa back into the air, already spinning a targeted blow with the staff intending to push Armoria further back and keep her off balance. Having trained with Jenossa Alissa felt she had a good grip on Armoria’s reach and speed, the staff was separated and Alissa proceeded to unleash a flurry of attacks. Nothing was lethal, it was all meant to keep the subject off balance and to give Jenossa a chance to deal with the machine. Alissa didn’t expect the stunners to do much more than sting if they hit home but they were hitting with force as well.

All Alissa could do now was hope Jenossa would pick up and move against the other target in the room.
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Jimmy lifted Tamaki's chin with the barrel of his gun, his finger off the trigger. "You know you got a real pretty face," he said softly. "Please don't make me do anything to it. I don't believe in beating up on girls, and I don't like men who do. So please, don't push me.

"Sigma-9 Protocol..." Jimmy repeated, considering the thought over and over again. He sat down and placed his gun on the desk, though symbolically kept it pointed at her. "You know, I happen to have experience with women who don't follow orders." He leaned back and propped his feet up on the desk, reaching once again for his cigarettes. All the while, faint rumblings could be heard through the walls and the floor. Violence and chaos were all around them, yet here in their little cocoon Jimmy was as cool as could be. Like he had absolutely nothing to worry about. Of course, Tamaki couldn't be expected to know just how much of this game he had rigged.

"They're wild and unpredictable," he went on, lighting up again. "Can't control 'em, can't reason with 'em, manipulate them at your risk cause odds are high that it'll blow up in your face... and take your eye off 'em for one second, and next thing you know, your bank account's in the red and she's sleeping with your brother."

He smirked at her, then put his feet down and leaned forward on the desk. "I let you do that," he said, "and there's no telling what happens. Unlike my brother, I ain't much of a gambling man. I like a sure thing. And that girl is anything but a sure thing.

"But I tell you what. We'll think of it as a last resort. Just in case my sure things don't cover the spread. And more importantly... it's a reason to keep you alive."

He turned his attention back to the computer, resuming whatever work he'd been doing before Tamaki had arrived.

And then suddenly, quick as a rattlesnake strike, Jimmy snatched up the gun and fired two bullets, each whizzing past Tamaki's head, just missing grazing her ears by millimeters. Just to see if she was still paying attention.

"But like I said... don't push me."
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(OOC: This post is big, so I'm gonna add Boss's part a bit later.)

Armoria found the decision being made for her by the enemy itself, with barely enough reaction time to just switch her arm cannon's setting to wave beam before staggering back from the first strike. The cloaking itself wasn't what caught her off guard; she had fought plenty of those foes in simulations, and even without it shimmering the person in her vision was simply a walking, cyan palette. No it was the incredible speed at which the enemy came at her as a cyan blur that did, having never faced such an opponent before.

Once the flurry of attacks started, Armoria attempted to retaliate with several, violet, electrical, oscillating streaks shooting from her arm cannon; but none of them could connect due to the cloaking disrupting her lock-on, and the flurry of melee attacks knocking her aim off. And even with a lock-on, due to Isenfir's adjustment's to the cannon, it would have too much velocity to be accurate at this close a range.

It soon occurred to Armoria that she was not only facing a much more agile opponent than her, but a much more experienced one. Even if the attacks on main body barely stung her - the suit she wore was far more armored than it looked - and rare blows to the head barely dazing her, she could tell from the person's movements - how they danced in melee range while keeping out of her arms reach, all the while predicting her moves - that they were not only incredibly skilled but had good tactics.

So this is one of the dangers that my mentor warned me about, she thought, recalling the recent, spontaneous sparring match she had with him. And lost. He had held no augmentation of any sort; she had simply been outmaneuvered by pure, tactical thinking. She distinctly recalled the humility she felt after having his gun pointed at her forehead for the brief moment he called 'Checkmate.'

She struggled to recall, amongst her rising ire from the aggravating assault, to recall what they had talked about in that 'follow-up' session......


...which probably was the most informal sessions she had ever been in. Rather than review their little match just after it, with her still tense and her mentor looking as stern as ever, Isenfir wanted them to do it later in a more 'relaxed' setting. She had no idea what he meant until, several hours after, she had entered his office of all places; and was greeted with the most tranquil atmosphere that it almost seemed alien to her.

If Isenfir could of had candles and incense, he probably would have gone the extra length for it (Which was rare even for his jack-of-all trade tastes). But since he didn't have them, he had settled for dimmed lighting and a tray of jasmine green tea to set the mood. And although it probably clashed to a degree with the rooms surroundings - his technical works, as he was a combat engineer at heart, as well as his 'technologically advanced' melee weapons - he considered his work a success when he saw his 'protege' stagger at the unfamiliar scene before her.

Asking him what this was all about, Isenfir replied wryly, "I find it best to think about concerning problems in a much more calmed state. Now, please, have a seat. And a drink."

Still unsure of what to make of all of this, she sat down tentatively, and Isenfir took a sip of his tea before beginning. "So, do you know why I suddenly decided to challenge you?"

Having trouble drinking her own tea, Armoria furrowed a brow as she replied, "To...demonstrate that anything can happen outside of simulations?"

"You're half right," he said with a raised finger, "after all, simulations can only cover so many scenarios. The other was because I found you were getting a bit
too cocky. Don't get me wrong, you've certainly honed yourself as a soldier, much more than any of use expected actually; and you have formidable strength. But..."

"I'm not invincible. I know," she finished, finally getting a hang of drinking her tea. "You keep berating me about it."

Isenfir grinned, "Yes I do. And you certainly become more lively since you're training began. There's hope for you yet."

Armoria didn't quite know what he meant by that, but rather than ask that, she asked the more disconcerting question: "So, how am I supposed to deal with a more experienced opponent like yourself."

"Such a situation is difficult even if you know what you're doing," Isenfir replied more sternly, "as the fight becomes a chess game with little time to think on your moves. And a lot of pressure. For your opponent can be capable of thinking 3 moves ahead of you, a trait that can greatly offsetting whatever physical handicaps they would have. And it only get's worse if you're the one with the handicap."

Armoria listened tentatively to what he had to say, as this was very important.

"Since you're not much of a thinker right now, I'll try to keep my advice simple. You have two things going for you in this kind of fight: that flare of spunk you've developed, and your unique physiology. You've demonstrated an uncanny knack for channeling those 'phazon' energies through you, but most of it has just been standard gimmicks; incredible strength and destructive blasts.
I suspect that with some creativity, you might be able to pull off something unexpected, even for an experienced opponent."



...And when she asked what he meant by 'creativity', he only replied "That's what your flare of spunk is for." And that was that, because he left it as her 'homework' to grasp the meaning behind his words. Armoria snarled in frustration as she both useless flailed at this metaphor and her opponent.

And she had enough of this.

The fury of her soul embroiled with the ebbing flow of phazon energies within her, Armoria roared as, at first, blue electricity surged through and crackled around her gauntlets. All of this had occurred out of ingrained reflex, of course, for clasping her hands amongst the beating she further received, she sent the energies surging to back and to where she needed them the most: her legs.

The next two steps she took crackled with blue energy where each foot landed, becoming glued to the floor with a dim glow underneath. And it was then and there she knew with a face of certainty what the next 'step' should be. Blue energy crackling intensely around her it, she swiftly lifted her right leg and slammed it forward, 'splashing' the area around her with arcing energies.

The wave, almost like an EMP, held no kinetic impact as it hit Alissa, but had a brief, painful, paralyzing affect on her. Brief enough that, having been caught in mid-attack, Amroria grasped what was Alissa's staff and used it to yank the woman towards her. Close enough that she would have her in a satisfying pinc-

Armoria froze, as she now presumably stared face-to-face with her enemy. It took only two seconds of still motion for her eyes to, inconceivably, widen in recognition.

"You!" she exclaimed, "you're that tech with the strange aura."

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Jenosa needed nothing more than ALissa's cloaking than to tell her what to do and who to hit. To be frank, she was thankful Alissa had decided to distract her...'clone'; the 'echo' she getting from her was bothersome enough. There was no telling what kind of 'unpleasant feedback' she'd get if they fought directly fought.

And for the most part, she felt she could 'tune out' whatever her 'sister' felt.

Whipping the tactical handguns forwards, she simply said, "Let's dance," before firing a flurry of precise shots.

There was no holding back on this guy. That she knew.
"I believe that the human spirit is indomitable. If you endeavor to achieve, it will happen given enough resolve. It may not be immediate, and often your greater dreams is something you will not achieve within your own lifetime. The effort you put forth to anything transcends yourself, for there is no futility even in death."
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(OOC: Extra follow up post for Tamaki)

Tamaki yelped when Jimmy made a near miss on her, nearly tipping her chair off in the process as her heart skipped several beats. Gasping in fright, she spoke, "Yes, right o-o-f course."

She then took a deep breath to get herself under control, but it wasn't hard to tell this was starting to shake. She had never been in such an intense situation like this, despite the relation towards how she had originally started research phazon and its fascinating yet frightening properties. She had originally not intended to experiment with it much, only gather known data about it and make some theories; but when she was asked about Project Vertigo, she had accepted with only the slightest hesitation. To do some good for the Federation as well as further her research seem golden.

Now, though, her desires had changed greatly since then. Keep it together Tamaki, she thought, you've got to see this through to the end.

Speaking in a more resolute voice now, she said, "You're not entirely far off about Armoria. To her, taking orders means the world to her right now, for it gives her purpose and direction. To take that away from her, especially as she is now, would cause her to become lost. There's no telling how she'll act. However...she does have a leyline: me."

"I'm the closest thing she has to a mother."

She hadn't decided to tell Jimmy this, but in her disillusionment, she had been on the verge in giving the order for Sigma-9 protocol. Or, at the very least, stepping in to call Armoria off. For the horrible, realized truth was not only what they had created, but how they had gone about it. Rather than treating the little red haired girl as the child she had born as, they labeled her nothing more than a subject. They openly assumed that, in the circumstance of her creation, it gave them every right to treat her as a thing; but that ignored the very soul bound potential this woman had. And what she would experience as such.

It shook Tamaki to the core in that most of the scientists here had drilled that very mentality into themselves; for them to turn a blind eye to the very souls they create. They had brought a life into his world without the care about who they might become, and most importantly, what they would experience.
That was wrong. She saw that now, after having witnessed Armoria's gradual growth.

The only reason she hadn't gone directly to the fight was because she had seen Oujair. Troubled as she was, she had found something very strange in his overall mannerisms, as if there had been a purpose and direction to all of it. As though he had intended to 'convert' people from the start, and not just for his enjoyment.

What it was, they probably wouldn't find out. Except that, for some strange reason, Tamaki found herself actually staring at Oujair's corpse, something that she should be revolted to look at. She couldn't help it; something about it bothered, but she didn't know what.

However, with time passing around them ever so anxiously, Tamaki asked, "So, what now? What do you intend to do, if you don't mind me knowing?"
Edited by CEMP, Apr 21 2014, 08:48 PM.
"I believe that the human spirit is indomitable. If you endeavor to achieve, it will happen given enough resolve. It may not be immediate, and often your greater dreams is something you will not achieve within your own lifetime. The effort you put forth to anything transcends yourself, for there is no futility even in death."
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Blue energy had flowed toward her before breaking over her cloak like a rock in a river, most of the energy bent around the cloak but a small amount made its way past, and it stung. Enough to disrupt her attack, and to make her wary of such an attack again. She found herself face to face with Armoria making eye contact through the glass of her faceplate.
“And you are the weapon that they have been working on here….or are we both more than our creators intended?”

:: there was the momentary whine and then a sudden high power jolt from the staff, while the other strikes might have felt like a minor sting this one was intended to get her target to release the staff and therefore much more powerful. Alissa waited for her moment and then crouched jumping into the air, arcing through and coming to land out of reach. Her cloak dropped and was replaced by an EM shield that should protect her from another attack like the last one. ::

“Your purpose is to protect the galactic federation from those who would do it harm, that included upholding the laws of the government.” Alissa was going to try some simple logic “however this facility and its research are illegal according to the laws of the government it purports to defend. More over my team is here legally with the support of the government to arrest those who have violated the law and thus made themselves enemies of the federation”

Alissa stood ready, violent blue green arcs playing across the staff promising a much more meaningful strike the next time they found a target.

“Your current orders are to stop us, however that is at odds with your primary purpose, you cannot follow both orders, so which will you follow?”

Alissa recalled being in a similar position, though for her it had always been an internal conflict, her morality which seemed to form on its own began to conflict with the orders she was given and the way she was treated. This subject however was not that far along, Alissa suspected though that this logic problem might just get the fire lit.
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(OOC: Couldn't help myself here)

Armoria stood there with her fists clenched in fury as she stared back, with glaring eyes, at her 'opponent'. She did not know why or how knew, and nor did she care; for despite her opponent's aura not being clearly visible, she knew with every fiber of her being, upon distinct eye contact, that this was the very same 'Simmons' she had met before. The very same person she had at least remotely considered an ally was, in fact, a spy.

A real one. She instantly recalled her mentor briefly going over the description of them, but they had otherwise never gone in-depth. And now she was indeed face-to-face with one, in her 'home'. The very thought that this enemy of hers had walked about this facility with such 'faked' portrayal, made her blood boil more than ever. In truth, Armoria had never felt such rage before in her short life. She had come to know many things, from her fear, her survival instincts and determination, to even those small but bright moments of comfort that brought fire to her purpose.

Yet never such furor at someone who had barely laid a scratch on those around her. If 'Simmons' first phrase had not struck such a cord with her, Armoria would have attacked her outright, for the very words "...or are we both more than our creators intended?" had caught her off guard. She's...like me? How?

Armoria openly listened...up to a point, because at the end, she actually sneered back in response. "You're are right on only one thing, spy; I am to protect. But I do so as the soldier that will gladly take the place of the many soldiers that could die in battle. In that way...I protect them, and in extension, by destroying my enemies, I protect - our people."

"I know nothing of these - arbitrary 'laws' you speak of," she went zealously, "or you for that matter; if my creators' wishes goes against these, then so be it. For what i do know is this: if you dare threaten their work, then I will follow their...whims of retaliation."

In that moment, the lines criss-crossing Armoria's arm cannon went from violet to molten red in a blink. For through her constant scenario training, Armoria found that, upon direct eye contact, she could instinctively gauge the strength of enemy EM shields. And she knew full well that the plasma beam could be ideal for draining her opponents EM field before switching back to wave beam.

That, and the bright, molten beams Armoria fired at Alissa flew with such near instantaneous speed that they would leave little room for reaction.
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***incoming attack, full protection***
In certain situations the computers in Alissa’s suit could actually take action faster than even the enhanced Alissa could. While Alissa had a chance to rise her arms covering her face as the attack came her suit reconfigured the plating, thickening and spreading it out to direct most of the energy away as the EM Shields switched to full power. Still the effects of the blast were profound on her suites systems.

***Shields 6% reinitializing primary emitters, Charging EM plating, recommending new primary target***

Her HUD highlighted the arm cannon and Alissa shifted breaking the staff into its two pieces and returning them both to their holster as she ran closing the distance between herself and Armoria far too quickly.
-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --

Excerpt from Olympus Technologies advanced weapons and armor report

Kinetic generator: a natural evolution from our Kinetic shielding technology these devices function on similar principles using a closely contained energy field to affect kinetic energy, however where the shields dissipate kinetic energy these amplify and focus. Allowing one subject to strike a target with “force equivalent to a city bus at highway speed”

These generators are being fitted into all current and future generation Achillies armor sets as jump assist generators and force multipliers
-- -- -- -- -- --

The kid gloves were coming off, Alissa quickly closed the distance between herself and Armoria landing two powerfull and unrestrained body blows at the fullness of her own speed.

“A soldier who follows orders without question or thought is a not a soldier”

She reached gripping the arm cannon near the barrel and spun, her intention was to twist Armoria around wrenching her arm a bit in the process. She gripped the weapon with her left hand, as she spun she made a fist with her right, the armor plates shifting to wicked looking spikes which she then brought with all the force she could muster against the arm cannon intending to destroy or disable it. The force would be enough to break most armor plating, and the arm that was housed within, though Alissa knew her current opponent was much more durable than most, But Alissa was intent on breaking that cannon.

“They are a weapon, a machine.”

Alissa continued speaking over the crack of her strikes

“We have taken pains to not kill today, while you have not”

Plating dented and began to separate

“Jenkins worked with criminals and monsters to build this place”

Power had begun to fail to the weapon

“And harmed innocent people to make you”

One last time before she bounced back, landing on the balls of her feet ready for an attack.

“The same people you are trying to protect, Soldiers lives are important but they chose to be soldiers, the stand between people and the dangers of the universe. What Jenkins did was harm the people in pursuit of security, he has become an enemy to the people he claims to protect. Stand down and we will help you do what they said you were born to do.”

Alissa paused for a moment before adding.

“if I had come here as your enemy you would have never known, and this facility would be a crater”
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"What do I intend?" Jimmy repeated her question as he threw a great big grin her way. "I intend to become a very wealthy and powerful man, that's what. Soon as this download finishes. Then my girl and I will be the new King and Queen of the underworld." He glanced over at the screen. "Ten minutes. That's all I need from you. I see the wheels in you head spinning. Whatever you're up to, just gimme ten more minutes, and you'll be free to go. Can you do that for me?

"But yes, my intentions. You see... what's happening here today is the final stages of a very long, very elaborate game of chess. And I'm about to call checkmate." He flicked his cigarette butt at Oujair's body. "Why do you think I'm allowed to just sit here while I rob Delacroix blind? Cause he can't trust his own people. Only he doesn't know he can't trust 'em. Of course, a ragtag band of bounty hunters looking for revenge makes for one hell of a distraction.

"Speaking of my girl, we're about to see just how well she can follow orders. She's in prison, last I saw her. But if you know anything about her, then you know that don't mean a whole lot." He grinned at her, like he was just aching to tell her more.

"But I'm getting way ahead of myself here. The important thing is that Delacroix is going down today. Everybody benefits from that. Even you. I mean, you don't exactly strike me as a true believer." He stole a quick glance at the screen. "Seven minutes. Can you sit there for just seven more minutes?"
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(OOC: I'm gonna see if I can get to the fight between Jenosa and The Machine, but for now, enjoy this Omega post)

Armoria braced herself, for this time she barely had enough time to read and react to Alissa's assault. But just enough. Enough to once again downshift the coalescing flow of energies in her body into her legs and feet. And onto the ground, where, with instinctual refinement, she now only needed to shift and widen her stance to 'lock' her feet with the ground.

She was determined not to be pushed back any further. Not by a single millimeter, not by her opponents words or actions. And she quite literally didn't, for the despite the surprising amount of force derived from Alissa's thin frame, the only thing that happened underneath Armoria's feet was the cement crackling.

Unfortunately, Armoria learned the hard way about the cost of focusing her energies into specific points of her body. For the immense strength she was so used to being endowed within every inch of her body was no longer permeating her upper section; no longer supercharged by phazon, Armoria's muscle density was only roughly 4 to 5 times that of a human, female athlete (And therefore 4 to 5 the strength). Strong to be sure, but certainly not enough to fully withstand an oncoming truck.

As thus, Armoria's back bent almost to it's fullest, to a point where it seemed she would fall over, yet her feet remained glued to the floor; and while nothing had been broken, it made retaliating against her opponent's follow-up maneuvers nearly impossible. Alissa was certainly able to twist Armoria's arm, up until she became so frustrated with Alissa's words that she found the strength to both righted herself and toss her opponent off.

Regaining her balance as her energies re-distributing themselves with a welcoming, invigorating surge, Armoria lashed out verbally as opponent back off. “And how am I supposed to know you're not just lying to me. Just like you lied about who and what you were before. How!? Tell me!?”

Even as she spoke, Armoria raised her right now with the intent of ending charade now; for instinctively she knew that with her opponent's shielding drastically weakened, the wave beam would have no trouble brea- breaking it!?. She stared in shock at the gaping hole that had been drilled into her arm cannon, sparks of failed circuits flickering within. It was only now that she realized what her opponent had done during their brief tussle. And how.

For Armoria was no fool to the kind of weapon damage done to the arm cannon. The entire time they had been fighting, her opponent had only used blunt weapons; and from this, she had originally assumed her opponent only had that. But now she saw her opponent could have gone for a more lethal attack at almost any point in time, which baffled, and for the first time, scared her to some degree.

All this time...she was holding back. Why?

Her suddenly mind blurred.

“We have taken pains to not kill today, while you have not”

It struggled

“if I had come here as your enemy you would have never known, and this facility would be a crater”

For if it were not for these words, the gaping hole in her cannon would have only been a wound in her pride. Instead, for one fleeting moment, Armoria found loyalties wavering in question. And her right shoulder suddenly, visibly bulging. She seethed in pain and struggle, gripping her right shoulder as her armor became stressed. She stammered, “N-n-no!”, as though struggling with something inside herself.

In a desperate flurry, she recalled every bit of her 'childhood', from the scientists who had 'raised' her, to how some of them treated her more than a 'thing'; to what they worked for. And to Tamaki. Her mind stopped wavering, and her shoulder deflated back to its normal size; all happening briefly but enough for Alissa to notice.

“You know what,” Armoria said with renewed fire, “never mind I asked.”

She gripped her arm cannon, disingaged it's broken shell with a click, and raised it with the drilled hole in view for Alissa to see. “All I need to know...is that you threaten my home, and the scientists' research here. Unless they, and most certainly Tamaki, feel otherwise about their work, I will continue to follow my orders.”

And dropping the cannon with a clatter, she opened both palms of her hands with a defiant flare of crackling, blue energy. Making a battle roar, she began to 'toss' crackling spheres of blue energy; and while they were not fast or as pronounced, they were definitely dangerous.
Edited by CEMP, May 12 2014, 09:14 PM.
"I believe that the human spirit is indomitable. If you endeavor to achieve, it will happen given enough resolve. It may not be immediate, and often your greater dreams is something you will not achieve within your own lifetime. The effort you put forth to anything transcends yourself, for there is no futility even in death."
— Monty Oum
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