Post by Shei'ki\Agatha on Jun 27, 2008 18:05:01 GMT
White Knight's first attack was the one that hit, and sank deep it did. It cut straight from the impact in the neck clear to the middle of her chest before it was pulled back, spraying what had to be blood onto the woman's body, but she did not cry out, just looked at the Knight. Stared right at him
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"Burn his ass." Dr Alkai commanded, and the Inquisitor instantly took a lock on the Knight as well. His ass was now grass.
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As the shield check came, she did not block it... she grabbed it outright, and wrenched to the side as a tendril of energyformed, directly from her hand, into the shape of a blade, which she grasped. He was no longer an irrelevant target. No, his status had been upgraded. For that kind of damage, he was now Burned, a Red target in her eyes, worth killing, worth fighting. His thrust was parried, and she'd seen the trick with his crossbow before, so she overparried, tossing the man's arm far aside from where he should have been shooting her to fire the net, spraying it off into wild space.
That speed again came into play. She was gone from her original spot, but her 'blood' splattered all over the knight since she wasn't teleporting, she was moving faster than a normal eye could follow. Her arm raised again, the wounded one limp and useless: he'd severed her axial right there, where her arm met shoulder. On a living thing in the traditional sense, that would have been fatal... but she was not traditional.
She would never have a chance to fire, though, on the knight at such a terrible range with heavy arms. Rizuk made his appearance again through the fire and smoke, and siezed her damaged arm by the shoulder, sinking claws into her. She heard a loud "LIKE HELL, BITCH", but she was already slowed down a bit from the attacks the knight had given her and her own intention to show him what was what. She could only look back as the Fire Boom Breath hit her right in the face, grabbing her body. She went one way, her arm went another, and soon, Rizuk was holding a woman's charred arm as the Fire Boom Breath drug her away, driving her directly through several buildings.
The damage was aweful. Even her advanced body was not meant to withstand that kind of heat for long, and that was certainly a lot of exposure to it. The servo of that arm, and at least three quarters of her head were melted off. the Headhunter was smashed to pieces inside her, and nanites were still recoiling from the fury of the dragonfire she was not made to withstand. But before the Headhunter deactivated completely... it had one last charge to give the limp body, which instead of into the neural network, it gave to her nanites.
Ordinarily, this kind of damage might have meant a containment failure... death. But... her fury had saved her life, it seemed. The overclocked nanoengineers soon began reforming the head, pulsing with the fed energy. In seconds... her head was back, and flesh and hair were reappearing... and her arm would soon follow suit.... but this was not the same as before. The headhunter was somewhat foreign... that would take time inside her to reform... so the system reverted to a default setting on that gynoid lying on the rubble as her body repaired itself. The Inquisitor did not reform in active state: it simply reappeared in its base form; long, fuzz-covered ears that framed the face of a much, much healthier looking girl.
Jenny was active then, oblivious to the danger, and sat up, her dark grey hair spilling down her shoulders as she blinked innocently, looking around. She tried to stand, and looked down to her knee, seeing it was scraped from skipping across the ground like that to get in that spot. "o-oww..." she whimpered, and stood, dusting herself off. She looked around again, blinking with innocence, at the rubble and destruction.
"waaaii..." she mused, and earflicked tenderly, listening around. "Someone really brought the house down!" she chimed, this lovely girl, and picked her way through the wreckage. Her clothes were trashed... burned to a crisp, really... so she started then on looking for clothes in this area.. it was a house, right? Her Zolan peasant's background made her instincts on these things surprisingly agile, even if she was clumsy.
It took about two minuites... but soon, she found a shirt! And pants! Oh, and for joy, shoes! She'd never worn any good shoes before, they'd always been worn out combat boots or hand-made sandals... but real shoes? Never! They were made of brown leather, and filthy from the bringing down of the house, but they were one of the most profoundly amazing things to her that she'd ever seen. She did not quite fit, though - they were two sizes too big for her, but she tied them up tight and bound them to herselfwith strips of cloth, and they would serve fine.
Her old clothes - the shawl she had been given, and the bandages, were pretty badly damaged... but the Shawl was still useful, and was precious to her regardless, so she bunched up all the clothing and nicknacks she'd found in her searching, and happily set out again, looking back once at the destroyed house. Whoever lived there, they weren't there anymore... and a few pieces of clothing missing were probably going to be the least of their worries when they returned at last to their shambled-out home.
Not fourty steps, however, had she taken from that wreckage than something big, wet, and smelly hit her right in the face with a sickening SPLAK, then clung. She froze on the spot, and halfway raised her hands to counterbalance herself from the impact of it. A long moment passed with her frozen in this position, in utter shock... until at last she fell over, remaining rigid.
There was a chunk of somebody's spleen on her face. With the panic of a person who just got pounced by a giant spider about the head and neck, she hastilty tore it off, leaving a trail of reddish goo, and sat up, blinking. It took her a while to figure out what exactly she was staring at... but when she did, she cried out in a loud "Waaaaiii!" and thust it away from her, scooting back from the gore.
"Thaaaats a spleen... a spleen! I've never even SEEN a spleen and that's a spleen as sure as... spleeen!" she whimpered, getting ahold of herself quickly, before looking at it curiously instead of in terror... it wasn't something trying to attack her, after all... and it WAS the first time the curious woman had seen an internal organ such as that... so she had to do the one thing any enterprising young seer of many things would do in that situation.
She poked it, then poked it again. The raw piece of organ quivered, and she pulled back her hand quickly, blinking at it, this time with curiosity. Again she poked it, getting the same, and picked it up once more.
"Somebody's missing you I'll bet... Let's go find who you belong to, mr chunk-of-spleen!" she chirped, and started off again in the direction she was heading. Once she'd walked a couple hundred feet, the rabbity-eared girl raised the chunk of spleen to the sky, and cried out.
"Heeeeey!" the voice was full of honest curiosity. "I found a spleeeeeeeen.... chunk! Someone loooose a spleeeeeeeen-Chuuuunk?"
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"Burn his ass." Dr Alkai commanded, and the Inquisitor instantly took a lock on the Knight as well. His ass was now grass.
-----
As the shield check came, she did not block it... she grabbed it outright, and wrenched to the side as a tendril of energyformed, directly from her hand, into the shape of a blade, which she grasped. He was no longer an irrelevant target. No, his status had been upgraded. For that kind of damage, he was now Burned, a Red target in her eyes, worth killing, worth fighting. His thrust was parried, and she'd seen the trick with his crossbow before, so she overparried, tossing the man's arm far aside from where he should have been shooting her to fire the net, spraying it off into wild space.
That speed again came into play. She was gone from her original spot, but her 'blood' splattered all over the knight since she wasn't teleporting, she was moving faster than a normal eye could follow. Her arm raised again, the wounded one limp and useless: he'd severed her axial right there, where her arm met shoulder. On a living thing in the traditional sense, that would have been fatal... but she was not traditional.
She would never have a chance to fire, though, on the knight at such a terrible range with heavy arms. Rizuk made his appearance again through the fire and smoke, and siezed her damaged arm by the shoulder, sinking claws into her. She heard a loud "LIKE HELL, BITCH", but she was already slowed down a bit from the attacks the knight had given her and her own intention to show him what was what. She could only look back as the Fire Boom Breath hit her right in the face, grabbing her body. She went one way, her arm went another, and soon, Rizuk was holding a woman's charred arm as the Fire Boom Breath drug her away, driving her directly through several buildings.
The damage was aweful. Even her advanced body was not meant to withstand that kind of heat for long, and that was certainly a lot of exposure to it. The servo of that arm, and at least three quarters of her head were melted off. the Headhunter was smashed to pieces inside her, and nanites were still recoiling from the fury of the dragonfire she was not made to withstand. But before the Headhunter deactivated completely... it had one last charge to give the limp body, which instead of into the neural network, it gave to her nanites.
Ordinarily, this kind of damage might have meant a containment failure... death. But... her fury had saved her life, it seemed. The overclocked nanoengineers soon began reforming the head, pulsing with the fed energy. In seconds... her head was back, and flesh and hair were reappearing... and her arm would soon follow suit.... but this was not the same as before. The headhunter was somewhat foreign... that would take time inside her to reform... so the system reverted to a default setting on that gynoid lying on the rubble as her body repaired itself. The Inquisitor did not reform in active state: it simply reappeared in its base form; long, fuzz-covered ears that framed the face of a much, much healthier looking girl.
Jenny was active then, oblivious to the danger, and sat up, her dark grey hair spilling down her shoulders as she blinked innocently, looking around. She tried to stand, and looked down to her knee, seeing it was scraped from skipping across the ground like that to get in that spot. "o-oww..." she whimpered, and stood, dusting herself off. She looked around again, blinking with innocence, at the rubble and destruction.
"waaaii..." she mused, and earflicked tenderly, listening around. "Someone really brought the house down!" she chimed, this lovely girl, and picked her way through the wreckage. Her clothes were trashed... burned to a crisp, really... so she started then on looking for clothes in this area.. it was a house, right? Her Zolan peasant's background made her instincts on these things surprisingly agile, even if she was clumsy.
It took about two minuites... but soon, she found a shirt! And pants! Oh, and for joy, shoes! She'd never worn any good shoes before, they'd always been worn out combat boots or hand-made sandals... but real shoes? Never! They were made of brown leather, and filthy from the bringing down of the house, but they were one of the most profoundly amazing things to her that she'd ever seen. She did not quite fit, though - they were two sizes too big for her, but she tied them up tight and bound them to herselfwith strips of cloth, and they would serve fine.
Her old clothes - the shawl she had been given, and the bandages, were pretty badly damaged... but the Shawl was still useful, and was precious to her regardless, so she bunched up all the clothing and nicknacks she'd found in her searching, and happily set out again, looking back once at the destroyed house. Whoever lived there, they weren't there anymore... and a few pieces of clothing missing were probably going to be the least of their worries when they returned at last to their shambled-out home.
Not fourty steps, however, had she taken from that wreckage than something big, wet, and smelly hit her right in the face with a sickening SPLAK, then clung. She froze on the spot, and halfway raised her hands to counterbalance herself from the impact of it. A long moment passed with her frozen in this position, in utter shock... until at last she fell over, remaining rigid.
There was a chunk of somebody's spleen on her face. With the panic of a person who just got pounced by a giant spider about the head and neck, she hastilty tore it off, leaving a trail of reddish goo, and sat up, blinking. It took her a while to figure out what exactly she was staring at... but when she did, she cried out in a loud "Waaaaiii!" and thust it away from her, scooting back from the gore.
"Thaaaats a spleen... a spleen! I've never even SEEN a spleen and that's a spleen as sure as... spleeen!" she whimpered, getting ahold of herself quickly, before looking at it curiously instead of in terror... it wasn't something trying to attack her, after all... and it WAS the first time the curious woman had seen an internal organ such as that... so she had to do the one thing any enterprising young seer of many things would do in that situation.
She poked it, then poked it again. The raw piece of organ quivered, and she pulled back her hand quickly, blinking at it, this time with curiosity. Again she poked it, getting the same, and picked it up once more.
"Somebody's missing you I'll bet... Let's go find who you belong to, mr chunk-of-spleen!" she chirped, and started off again in the direction she was heading. Once she'd walked a couple hundred feet, the rabbity-eared girl raised the chunk of spleen to the sky, and cried out.
"Heeeeey!" the voice was full of honest curiosity. "I found a spleeeeeeeen.... chunk! Someone loooose a spleeeeeeeen-Chuuuunk?"
