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Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2013 14:33:14 GMT -5
As Iishavoh saw Zero move his saber against him again, but this time he was ready, as he moved to the side, avoiding the deadly blade as he then grabbed the wrist that held the weapon. He held it tighly, attempting to prevent him from using it against him. "Lets see if you can fly!" He said, as he then attempted to swing, and throw Zero against the wall behind him where he had damaged it. If successful, there was one of two possibilities that could happen. One, Zeros own body would be used to break through the wall that had been damaged, or two, Zeros arm would be ripped from hi body, due to his damaged state.
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Post by Man on Aug 17, 2013 15:39:28 GMT -5
Man was knew using swords. He always fought from a distance using his pistol and performing state-of-the-art evasive maneuvers. He'd complete a mission without getting a single scratch or breaking a sweat. But this individual, in the few moments they had encountered each other, had already brought him to his limits. Man's thrusts were pretty sluggish and improvised. He figured, all I have to do is swing my hand with the blade pointed at him! but the swordsmanship was a discipline; not just anyone can pick up a blade and say they mastered it. Model Zero was lucky, because somewhere within him, his body retained fragments of scattered memories. There were certain movements which almost seemed masterful, they just felt right. It could just be instincts, talent or even common sense. But it felt like more than that, it felt like something which was far deeper than just his programming and code.
His slashes were consistent, fast and fierce. His skills were raw and untrained, but deadly and gruesome. But he was weakened, missing an arm and loss of blood he once thought was non-existent. The android managed to evade his saber's buzzing demeanor and grabbed hold of Model Zero's wrist. He struggled, but his limb would not budge from his grip and then -an instant later- the android lift his feet from the ground and tossed him aside like a plush toy. Man's body twirled in the air, rotating uncontrollably. And although he could not yet fly -if ever- his slim body was definitely built for aerial finesse.
Zero tucked his limbs under his chest and enclosed them with his only arm, careful not to accidentally slice himself in half with the saber. His sword, positioned so the flat side faced ahead and the other behind him, worked as a device to lighten his fall. Somersaulting in the air, he stretched his available limbs out, opening his body like a sheet; similar to how parachutes function, and fixed his feet so they would impact firmly on the wall behind him. Timing with the precision only a machine could, Man bent at the knees, crouching with the landing and propping his equipped hand next to himself. All of this happened one after the other in a systematical process, Man exhaled in that split second of complete hem and haw. He could feel the wall supporting him for that moment, slowly breaking apart. His hair following like a whip. His cue, as the tip touched the fractured wall, he lunged off of it, 'flying' at high speeds towards the android; leaving the wall with but a small crack.
Man's sword had been cocked back across his body, the tip pointing towards where he had just sprung out. His eyes were slanted on his target, determined to see the mission through. As his airborne body approached IIshavoh, he thrust his arm outward and across, attempting to slice across his chest. He was an android. Even if he were in half, he would live until the head is removed. Even if he possessed blood or even a heart, the industrial side of his existence would keep him alive. The scientists would stow him away and reconstruct him once they were done with whatever it is they wanted to do. Plus, he thought, he could regenerate. Man didn't know to what extent his abilities could reach, but it was a risk they would have to take.
If Man missed that first thrust, he would pursue the android as before, attempting to remove his limbs one by one.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2013 20:56:15 GMT -5
As Zero was launched into the air, IIshavoh watched him fly like he was built to be airbourne as he caught himself on the damaged wall, and pushed himself off of it, causing the integrity to weaken even more. Time seemed to slow down around IIshavoh, as he planed his attack and escape plan at the same time, as he figured the wall was weak enough for him to break through wit help from his shield if there was an appropriate amount of force.
But Zero was in his way, about to slice him with his sword, but then it came to him. He coculdnt completely avoid him, but he could minimalize the damage, and possibly disable Zero at the same time. And so activating his flight system, Iishavoh took off, straight towards Zero, his fist aiming for his shoulder that held his blade. It charged up with energy, as the energy itself took the shape of a dragon once more.
When the two androids met, Zero's Saber would slice right into Iishavoh's shoulder, but at the same time, His own Dragon Fist would find its marker against Zero's own shoulder. It ws unknown if the attack would do the job it wanted, but he felt Zero's sabe completely slice his arm off, leaving him with only half an arm that was useless at that time. A Sacrifice to deal heavy damage to Zero was all it was, as he found he would make it past Zero.
He found himself propelled towards the damaged wall, as he threw up his personal shield, which collided with the wall as he did. The force of the impact was enough to break through the wall, and much to his surprise, He was not greeted with space, but the screams of men, women and children that were suddenly startled and tried to run from the fight that had spilled out into the station. "No...Space?! Error....Unknown Location!"
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Post by Man on Aug 17, 2013 23:18:32 GMT -5
Man narrowed his eyes in scrutiny of his foe. The android charged straight at him with fist cocked back and ready to strike. It was the same technique he had used countless times, and so far he had only been struck once by the golden dragon. It was an interesting move that deserved praise. Calculating the way things went, they'd both lose their limbs and the fight would be reduced to kicks; that is, until his opponent decided to regenerate his half-done arm. It just wasn't a risk he should take. Man aborted his initial strategy, stopping his airborne body as he shifts to a vertical position, anchoring his feet back on the floor. Friction dragged him a few inches before making a complete stop and the android was only meters away.
As he thrust, Man evaded him once again with his infamous ability to dash through his opponents. Immediately after, he'd turn and slash his arm off as intended. The dragon kept onward even after that and broke through the weakened wall. Screams filled the air as citizens of Alpha Prime ran in terror to the glistening serpent slithering out of the Medical Bay and vanishing an instant later. Children would be scarred for the rest of their lives. Model Zero was baffled though as the android continued to run away as if losing an arm had dealt no consequence and stopped outside of the wall with a seemingly puzzled expression.
The outside was nothing special as usual. It was a busy street with vehicles running at all times and little to no plant life in sight. It was a mechanical world made of metal, built within an asteroid. Man switched to his pistol and walked slowly towards the android. "Don't move," he warned with that dry tone. His eyes fixed on the creature's back, his fingers tempted to pull the trigger. It would be so easy, just a light push. But Man decided to give him another chance to surrender since he was now without arms to cast his techniques. He observed the android cautiously, ready to shoot the moment he demonstrated intentions of escaping.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2013 23:32:03 GMT -5
Daze and confused for a few moments, he looked around, trying to find a landmark that he could recognize, but everything was so new to him. Then he heard Zero's voice telling him not to move. Surrendering was not an option for 1337, not now...not ever. He had to make his escape, until he could atleast regenerate and recover what he had lost. "Negative." was his reply as he forced his personal shield online at half capacity, then he suddenly pushed his energy out of his feet, allowing him to take off like a rocket into the air, away from Zero.
He didnt know if the android could fly like he could, but as he flew, drops of red blood spilt from his wounds, making a trail of red wherever he went. But in mid air, his energy reserve for his shield faded as it was deactivated. Vulnerable, 1337 put everything he had into his flight system in his attempt to escape.
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Post by Man on Aug 17, 2013 23:51:51 GMT -5
Man pulled the trigger as an attempt to stop the android from escaping into the sky. He would have never guessed the thing was flight capable. But he couldn't allow such a threat to be loose in the city. He was about to run after the android when he was stopped by Ivan, "Zero!" the scientist spoke. Model Zero froze and turned to find his master along with a whole new group of aides and a doctor to replace the old and lost. Man was exhausted, his body sparked with electrical surges and blood dripping from his wounds and onto the cold metal floor. His eyes felt heavy, though androids never slept. His vision was obstructed and unclear.
"The mission has failed, Zero," the master spoke, holding a remote in his hands and pointing them at the android. Man was flabbergasted to hear those words. The sound of disappointment in the man's voice was evident. He spoke sharply as if he were about to bite off what was left of his head. Failed... that was the first time his name and that word were used in the same sentence. It was shocking. Man gazed at the ground with shame when his eyes were lit back up by the presence of blood, reminding him that he was bleeding. But it was impossible, his master had told him that he had no organs.
"I-van..." he spoke, his voice ragged and low. "Why... am I... bleeding... you said-" the scientist pressed on the single red button on his remote, and Model Zero's systems shut down in an instant. His eyes were open but he was no longer seeing; his mouth gaping but not speaking; his body still stood but he was not moving; he couldn't hear, he couldn't feel, he couldn't be as his consciousness was warped out by the single click of a button. His mind went into a dormant state, somewhat like a coma. The scientists quickly approached the android to recover him and take him back to the lab for repairs -and adjustments.
"Take him back," Ivan said, "we will reprogram him again, Zero must never know he bled..."
[Exiting Thread, PL]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2013 0:06:05 GMT -5
Looking back, he saw that scientists had come out and seemingly prevented the pursuit. Which was lucky for him, as he felt his system starting to fail on him as he quickly accelerated to the ground, and planted his feet firmly on the ground. "Escape complete... Must...find a place...to regenerate..." He said to himself, a she staggered over into an alleyway that appeared deserted enough to rest in.
Without being in active combat, 1337 could already feel his repair systems reactivate, and begin the long process of repairing his broken body. Blood slowly stopped dripping as the veins in his arms were slowly repaired. His left arm that was already partially rehealed, was competed first, as 1337 flexed his new hand to test its functionality, and was quite content that his fingers moved again, and he could fight again if it was necessary. He leaned back, and sat down against the wall, as it would take some time before his systems were back to 100%.
Once he was fully repaired, He knew what he had to do next. Acquire information on his whereabouts, and what age he was in. But that would have to wait until later, when his body was back to 100 percent. In that time, He only hoped that no one hostile would find him...
(PL Please)
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Post by graderr on Aug 19, 2013 18:09:05 GMT -5
IIshavoh: 2790 PL Man: 3499 PL
Good job guys it was a good read
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