Description: Just a walk in the park!? More like just a robot-powered buttkicking in the park! Thrill to the beatdown of the young gunfighter! Ooh and ahh at the various ways he manages to fail! Soaking bishonen! Something for everyone!
He was laying on his favorite bench today - he'd decided that this time, no giant Russians (no matter how likeable), male supermodels (no matter how...erm...American...), or psychotic American doctors (no matter how psychotic) were going to take his precious teatime, and so he'd claimed the entire damn bench and bollocks to the rest of the world. His hair drapes down around the wooden seat like white waterfalls pouring over a cliff, and his enormous momento Masamune reproduction sits on his stomach as he drains the last of his Earl Grey from its thermos.
For a man who's been hit with a truck now two days in a row, he sure doesn't look too injured. Oh, sure, his jacket's a tad torn, and his hand's a bit stiff, but still!
Of course, the faint gleam of the everpresent chi-enforcement might have something to do with that.
He stares up at the sky, quite content to simply lie there for the rest of the day. A few schoolgirls pass by to snap a picture or two, and he ignores them quite expertly, raising his head to slide his free arm behind it. It was a nice, peaceful day again - a little chilly, but that just made it all the bestt, he felt - and he was enjoying it to the utmost.
Zangief had really done a number on his mood, he reflects - he'd really have to remember to thank the big man next time he saw him.
A contented sigh, and his eyes drift halfway-shut, the clouds dancing in the heavens above him. Yes, this was, indeed, heavenly.
A new fighter. A new mission. Candy's purpose must be filled, despite the damage that had been done to her weeks ago.
Being reduced to wires, a CPU, and a memory bank while the rest is taken off for some reason .. always puts a damper on things. But Candy performs as asked, and she doesn't worry of such trivial things as danger, pain, second thoughts, or fear.
This includes mercy, not that many of the fighters she encounters would give her the same.
Dressed in jeans and a shirt, Candy is not taking much effort to dress.. very varied. Her hair, short, her frame, solid but not very tall, moves along the park. The target would be nearby. Her eyes flit from thing to think, scanning the area in seconds, if for that long. Something highlights. There's a sign of chi. In a good amount.
The mission begins.
Her grasp on the bench is solid, as she holds onto the side, and looks over, empty eyes disguised to look normal, glancing down towards Kerian. Blink. Blink.
Why would he be out in the open? No matter. She grasps the bench still, as she leans over.
"Why so lazy? Get up. You don't want to be laying down."
Kerian stares up at her for a moment, deep, icey blue eyes gazing from the mass of white hair that really was far too long for a man to wear. A smile is offered as he swings up - after all, being rude and taking up the bench when men were involved is one thing, but being rude to a woman is a whole other story for the young Brit-shonen. The noble - or maybe just high-class - blood in him kicks up, and he spins to allow her to sit down, attaching the sword to his belt and adjusting the gun hiding in his jacket.
"I'm sorry, luv," he answers, lilting English accent dancing across his words like a ballerina across a stage, "Did you want to sit here?" His delicate fingers pat the now-open bench-space next to him, and he adjusts his posture to be a bit more refined and disciplined. Kicking back was for being in private - dignity was for being with company. "Have a seat if you like - sorry for taking up so much room there."
Sight of the target is confirmed, and her eyes flicker over the man. Yes. Target completely confirmed. Less that .00001 chance that Candy has found the wrong target. It will do well.
But the smile given is lost on Candy, especially as he spins around and allows her to sit down.
Candy's hands on the edge of the bench do not let go, but clench, as Kerian moves. She smiles in return. "Not what I warned you of." She continues, before pistons in her arms move. The bench, one end, is in the air now, and Kerian might end up rolling off.. or sitting sideways. That's equally bad!
"I will take the entire bench, thank you."
How polite.
"Now get up."
Kerian considers this for a moment. It was really, really rather familiar - the pink girl with the shovel, the creepy woman with the wrestling moves, the fourteen-year-old ninja chick...getting accosted by women seems to be his forte.
He stands, moving back. Obviously, if she wants the bench so bad - and admittedly this had his sharp mind puzzled, because, God, who steals a bench with that kind of strength? - she can have it. He's still smiling as he adjusts his ridiculously long sword's sheathe, ready to draw...his gun, should anything go wrong. But the sword was a good diversion.
Standing up, the effemininity of his form is even more apparent than it was lying down - slender, delicate features, accented by hair falling all the way down to his butt...'pretty' really is the best word for it.
"There you are, luv. Enjoy." Kerian chuckles.
As Kerian stands and moves back, Candy stares at him a bit, watching him. He's puzzled, apparently, and Candy is rather silent for a moment. The large sword is there, but from what Candy has studied, that is not his weapon. He seems slightly proficient with it. Nothing compared to the other weapon.
His looks to Candy, are ignored. Aesthetically pleasing material to her... pointless. A grey wall suffices the same as a work of art.
And yet they put so much effort and importance on it. A folly.
Candy still grips the bench, as he agrees in giving it to her. Fantastic.
"Far too slow." Candy remarks, before grasping the bench harder. It doesn't take much for her muscles to move, and with it, the bench. Candy pulls forwards, the bench coming with, as she intends to bat Kerian with the weapon to the side.
Makeshift as it is, Candy can use whatever. She is not programmed to be choosy.
%t "I'll fix that."
COMBATSYS: Candy has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Kerian has joined the fight here.
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Candy 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Kerian
COMBATSYS: Kerian dodges Candy's Random Strike.
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Candy 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Kerian
Kerian hops over the bench quite effortlessly, drawing his gun in the same somersaulting motion. He lands behind Candy, raising his gun behind him.
"Figures," he notes idly, "The only women who don't want to kill me are underaged."
The gunshot goes off, but there's no bang, no smoke, no scent of gunpowder. The silvery chi bullet spins out of the barrel, firing towards Candy as though it were shot out of a cannon - the absolute minimum amount of chi necessary for the absolute maximum return in damage. As it hits or passes Candy, the sound blast catches up to it - a roaring clap of thunder sending grass rippling, flowers bending, and leaves soaring into the sky.
His free hand's still on the hilt of the enormous sword as he turns to face her, ready to dodge or block her next assault if necessary. "Always the crazy ones..."
COMBATSYS: Candy reflects Magnum Blast from Kerian with Counter Shot.
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Candy 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Kerian
As Kerian hops over the bench rather easily, Candy takes such information .. rather well. She does not seem to care, but as he draws his gun, raising it towards her, the machine recognizes this act. It is not a very hard one to see through. He wishes to gain the advantage through surprise.
She is anything but.
"Negative." She states, "You can't be so sure this day and age." Candy is all of 1 years old. A machine only is as old as it feels, what with upgrades so possible.
But it's when the gunshot goes off, from behind, that Candy must use the data she was gaining .. to respond. The bullet heads dead on, a roaring clap of thunder sending it all rippling ..
And then the air before Candy seems .. to ripple. The shockwave is heavily dispensed, vanishing, in most, as it sends back what Kerian had sent to her.
The chi bullet merely collapses, the shockwave being sent back, light being wove by the hologram systems into a miniature wall. Turning to face him now, Candy shakes her head. "Simple tricks. They won't work."
COMBATSYS: Kerian fails to slow Reflected Magnum Blast from Candy with Magnum Blast.
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Candy 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 Kerian
Kerian widens his eyes at the shot coming back at him. Oh, crap - wait, wait. Ginyu had taught him how to deal with this.
His lightning-quick mind rolls back to training. The enormous Ginyu standing away from him, pointing that -gigantic cannon- from under his arm...lecturing him as the chi cannonball fires...
His hand swings up, half-reflex, half-memory. The gun goes off again, another chi projectile firing off to block the first one...
And doing absolutely nothing as the two collide, and the shockwave still hits him, knocking him stumbling backwards. Dammit.
"Interesting trick there, luv," he mumbles, "What else've you got?"
Smiling a bit, Candy is silent as she watches Kerian's assault fly back at him. That he fires back at his own shot, the projectile returning, the shockwaves colliding.. all in all, the least amount of energy that Kerian has returns to him, and Candy is rather .. happy.
If you can call it that. The machine is pleased. Everything is working as expected. Nothing is going awry. It's all that Candy could ask for. The machine will test this man's strength, again and again.
And now, as he staggers backwards, it is a perfect chance. Her eyes flash, focusing on him. Hidden by the hologram, he would not see as images of his battles, images of his reactions. His skill. His weakness. His strength. His failure. All will be told to Candy, allowing her to see a bit .. forwards into the battle.
The machine falls back, relaxing for a moment, as the information is processed.
His bullets.. stand even less of a chance now that she has registered their actions, their speed, and their efficiency.
"Analysis complete."
COMBATSYS: Candy focuses on her next action.
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Candy 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 Kerian
Kerian unfortunately wasn't all about the gun. He was actually quite a bit more than just bullets...and that would be proven as he drops to all fours in a total inversion of his prior combat style, looking for all the world like white wolf as he starts running, left, right, left, right, an unpredictable pattern of animalistic loping. He closes on Candy like white lightning, gun dropping to the ground as he clutches it with both hands.
Kerian thrusts the gun upwards, the white wolf's fangs striking upwards, gleaming with chi ready to discharge on impact. It was a powerful strike, backed up by powerful chi-enhanced muscles and ready to explode with the force of, well, a shotgun.
It wasn't all bullets, after all. Sometimes you had to get right in and get a nice good hit in.
COMBATSYS: Candy dodges Kerian's Deep Strike.
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Candy 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 Kerian
It's as he closes on her that Candy does what she normally tends to.. and that's respond to incoming assaults.
Kerian thrusts the gun upwards, the bladed sections striking upwards, gleaming with the chi that is ready to discharge. Candy is sure that she would come out the loser if such a think worked against her. Alas, she is too fast, a piston in her leg sending her upwards, over Kerian as she leaps, spinning in air, and then turn about in midst air, spinning about to send a strike towards Kerian's back-section, leaping over..
And turning about to face him. It's then that she gathers the rippling energy once more, the light in mid-air being bent, turned, and used, directed forwards, the lancing light spirals as it's used to the effect as it is.
Moving faster forwards, Candy watches as it aims to pierce Kerian.
With such foresight from her.. it might be difficult for him to avoid. Perhaps.
COMBATSYS: Kerian blocks Candy's Critical Shoot.
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Candy 0/-------/------=|===----\-------\0 Kerian
Oh my.
Now, one thing must be noted about the young Mister Valentine, beyond his stunningly effeminate fangirl-crushing good looks and the fact that his primary combat style involves hitting people with what most human beings would know of as a projectile weapon.
He has been shot at many, many, many, -many- times.
That's right - over the course of his training in Shinsokuhou-Ryu, he's been shot at by far worse attacks than a light being fired up into the sky. Far, far worse. Enormous chi cannonballs, sniper shots, rocks, paper, knives, buckets, a house - whatever Ginyu-sensei had happened to find that day and decided to toss at him to test his reflexes.
This, of course, has translated into perhaps the single most epic knowledge of how to get shot in the history of humanity. So of course, it should be no surprise when, as the projectile spikes down at him, his hand whips around, literally grabbing the attack out of the air between his fingers as though it were a spear falling on him. The shot sizzles in his grip, breaking apart as his own chi floods into it and accepts it as part of the collective. Epic.
Ozymandias would be proud.
His heavy gun swings around in his free hand, a backhanded pistol-whip still energy-charged, still ready to hit like a Mad Gear truck going seventy-five down a Metro City freeway.
Oh yes. He was getting into it, now.
COMBATSYS: Candy dodges Kerian's Medium Strike.
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Candy 0/-------/------=|===----\-------\0 Kerian
As Kerian grabs the assault, despite the visible damage, the 'shot' which is actually woven light, does not just sizzle but cuts into the man's hand. It is not so devised to do .. quite that much. No. Instead, it was for something completely else.
For when Kerian comes towards Candy once more, bringing the heavy gun towards Candy, the backhanded pistol whip brings something to Candy's attention. She is quite good at looking through fighting styles, through to the person..
And is capable of seeing their ability as well. The energy on his weaponry.
It takes effort, and gives him little back.
So she decides that what he really needs is less of that energy.
Ducking, weaving through the assault, Candy leaps upwards as he swings, spinning around, much like a dancer, in the air. Candy's leg whips out to strike first against his back, and then reverses, aiming to slam into his stomach/chest, before she lands once more on the ground, a leg up, the other on the ground.
"So that had not worked.. Acknowledged."
"But there is alot more still."
COMBATSYS: Kerian fails to interrupt Lay Spin from Candy with Sideways Shot.
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Candy 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Kerian
Kerian raises his gun, tilting it to the side as he tries to get a bead on her hit...and fails, miserably, absolutely miserably. He's kicked forward, kicked backwards, and stumbles backwards against a nearby tree.
"Bloody 'ell," He mutters, fingering the sword at his hip. Maybe it was time to change weapons and see how she liked dealing with that.
Yes, he considers, sheathing the gun and drawing the enormous blade - the blade that's almost as long as he is tall - maybe a little randomness is necessary.
With Kerian raising his gun, Candy has to weave in close. Such things seem to work rather well, at times. This is one of them, and Kerian sheathes his gun, drawing the blade... Candy stops for a moment, backing off.
"Why would you bother with such a thing?" She asks of Kerian. "It will only make this easier on me." The machine, yet hidden, notes. Despite the size and shape of the blade, that seems to make up for it. The machine doesn't let up on Kerian, however.
SYSTEMS: Slightly low on reserves.
Response : Free up space.
For a moment, she does not move, seeming to give Kerian some space. This vanishes soon, however, as Candy stand up once again, eyes focusing on the boy once more.. as she moves forwards, aiming to grasp for his body and then hoist him upwards, before bringing him down and around, a downwards swing, followed by the wrenching of an arm.
"How flexible... Hmm."
She will test IT ALL.
COMBATSYS: Kerian dodges Candy's Medium Throw.
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Candy 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Kerian
Oh crap. She's trying to throw him.
Deep in his mind, Zangief's comment stirs. 'You learn to roll and tense.' The big man had said. Well, that's what he decides to do.
He charges into the throw like a bat out of Hell, rolling as he's tossed, and settles his blade against the ground to prevent him from hurting himself with it. Driving it into the earth, he pulls himself to his feet, and lo and behold, he's unharmed.
Just one more thing he owed the big man.
"Not bad," He comments, readying the blade to strike.
"Let's try this! Horizontal slash!"
Of course, the irony - and the feint he was counting on - was that the 'horizontal slash' was actually a vertical slash, the enormously long, thin sword being brought down in a slashing motion that really was more of a fall than a slash. Honestly, the kid's not very good with the sword, but at least he's trying!
COMBATSYS: Candy interrupts Fierce Strike from Kerian with Crow Bite.
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Candy 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0 Kerian
As Kerian charges into the throw as he's tossed, he's able to prevent the damage before hitting the ground. The machine makes note of this.
The information is processed. Candy is pleasantly surprised to learn the boy has more tricks. This means she is not wasting time with him. This means that Igniz and the others will be happy.
This means that Candy will be happy, or at least, have served them adequately.
But now, Candy must see how he takes a direct hit.
It's a problem when he refuses to accept the assault, and ends up unharmed. "Indeed. You have done well." But the Horizontal slash comes, the blade ... moving the wrong way. "Error.." Candy notes to herself, but the visual data is the only thing she relies upon. The swing, with the bright energy following it, is moved into by Candy.
Her body is struck, and the energy for a moment causes ripples. Something nearly fails, but doesn't.
And Candy slams into Kerian with a strike like steel, her shoulder stopping his movement, and then her legs pistoning her upwards, as she spins, carrying Kerian upwards with the force of the single blow, before sending him backwards, as she moves away.
"There." She notes, stopping, "I hope that was better." She is wounded a little, now, but not critically. The machinery still functions without error.
Well, heck.
He's sent spiralling, landing in a tree and bracing himself against the branch he falls on quite expertly.
Unfortunately, that's when gravity kicks in, and he slooooowly slides to the side, spinning around until he's hanging off the tree by the blunt edge of his sword. "Bloody hell," he mutters for like the thirtieth time that fight, inhaling and exhaling as he slides down the tree and spins to face her again. She was...troublesome, he'd give her that.
Actually, she was a royal pain in the arse, but hey.
So was that Prince Charles wanker.
COMBATSYS: Kerian gains composure.
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Candy 0/-------/---====|=====--\-------\0 Kerian
As Kerian is sent away, slowly sliding to the side, spinning about until he's handing on the edge.. and sliding down, to face her, and ready himself.. Candy refuses to take advantage of this.
At least it seems so.
That's far from the truth really. Candy is looking at his state now. He has taken time to keep himself up. Meanwhile, Candy will counter. How so? By preparing what he cannot stop. What he cannot work against. Candy once again flips through the information, this time scanning in real time as well, taking in the information that she had been so happy to take before.
And now, she adds more.
"Why are you stopping?" She asks, "You must keep fighting." Clearly.. he 'must'.
COMBATSYS: Candy focuses on her next action.
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Candy 0/-------/---====|=====--\-------\0 Kerian
Kerian cracks a huge grin at this.
"Oh, I'm not stopping, luv," he replies cheerily, sheathing his sword and withdrawing the gun in a spinning motion around his finger. He sights down the trigger at Candy. "Just taking a breather. C'mon - gimme everything you've got."
One had to admire his bravado.
Or eyeroll at his stupidity.
By now, a crowd was starting to form, composed mostly of the schoolgirls who were so everpresent. Cameras were being snapped, videos were being filmed - once again, this was good footage.
"KERIAN-SAMAAAAAA~! SUGOIIIII~!"
"Kick her butt!"
Never let it be said that fangirls were particularly smart.
He practically facefaults at this, smacking his forehead for the briefest moment in what was half a feint and half quite serious frustration. He would let her take the next move, yes. This time, he'd be the one reacting.
COMBATSYS: Kerian gains composure.
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Candy 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Kerian
As Kerian takes a breather, Candy blinks. This man is .. taking more and more time to recover. Candy will allow him the first.
The second is inexcusable. There are fangirls. Candy doesn't really even care.
"Unfortunate." She states. "That you are now wasting my time." Such a straight statement! But as Kerian stands there, taking a moment to 'react', Candy moves forwards in a slow walk at first. This changes as she moves even closer, before kicking off and into the air.
It would be slower.
But not really as slow as he would hope.
The leg is swung around, spinning, and changing it's course at the last moment as she lashes out towards Kerian, the heavy leg intending to remove everything Kerian has done .. in but a moment. "So I believe your 'effort' stops here, and your 'help' be sorely disappointed'."
States the killer robot as she goes for a metal laced, heavy kick.
COMBATSYS: Kerian fails to interrupt Strong Kick from Candy with Light Kick.
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Candy 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\0 Kerian
Kerian is hit. Hard.
Granted, he'd tried to raise his foot to kick her, he'd tried to counter the attack, but the metal hit was simply too fast for him - impressive, considering that he himself was actually quite quick. He goes flying, spiralling into the water.
A soggy, soaked-to-the-bone bishonen pulls himself out of the water, sputtering and coughing as he pulls off the sopping wet jacket and shirt. It was a good thing, he reflects, that his wallet is waterproof. He shakes his mane of hair dry and coughs up a bit more water, nursing the place along his stomach where the blow had hit her.
"Quick one, aren't you?" He murmurs. "Don't misunderstand...I'm not looking for help." He cracks another grin. "If I lose, it's by myself..."
Kerian brushes some of the hair out of his eyes and rests his gun at his side, a totally neutral stance. He's still grinning, though god only knows why.
As Kerian is struck, and launched into the water, the boy pulls upwards, and it's as he rubs the place where the blow hits him, that Candy realizes something.
His .. style of fighting. It is complete.
The machine makes a note. It's a simple one.
Subject - Kerian.
Energy laced assaults, base on speed. Base on projectiles. Gun styled combat. Recommend physical assaults/interception. The data is transferred to NESTs via satellite ( Not satellite laser, however. )
Once again, she faces Kerian. "Hmm? No. I understand. You have more to give. I would like to see it." She notes, before she is off. The weapon this time is the same as usual, and spinning about, Candy launches off towards Kerian, bringing around the tonfa's, swinging hard into him in a swinging motion, hitting the water as she moves in close.
"But this will be over. I am not sorry."
COMBATSYS: Candy successfully hits Kerian with Random Strike.
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Candy 0/-------/-======|=======\==-----\1 Kerian
Kerian is hit dead-on by the blow, right into the stomach. He doesn't stumble back, however - a cough of blood around his grin, and his gun swings up under her chin.
"You wanna see more, mmm?" He murmurs, his face practically right at her ear.
Then he starts shooting. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen - thirteen shots, thirteen little silvery chi bullets spinning like tiny tornados, one behind the other, each shot enhancing the power of the one before it into a monsterous line of death...right under her chin. It was a nasty, nasty attack, and he'd never been able to get one off this close to someone.
Kerian himself is already sliding backwards, chi expelled from his feet in tiny, subtle little bursts to skid him back up against the groun, back onto solid ground, where maybe, just maybe, he'd be able to fight again.
COMBATSYS: Candy fails to reflect Headshot Rave from Kerian with Counter Shot.
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Candy 1/--=====/=======|=------\-------\0 Kerian
It's as Candy attempts to bring up her arms, that she fails in her actions. The woman is struck by the single blast. Candy erupts backwards, and the frame of the machine collapses altogether, staggering before falling back. The wall of force fails, in the end, but Candy's servos begin to speed up, the machine now almost fully powered.
She will .. finish this then.
Staggering back upwards, the disguise begins to short, but the machine stays covered for now.
"It will do."
Kerian doesn't let up the assault. He raises the gun, readying to shoot again...yes. Aim, fire - bang. Another shot, hoping to end it with a single blow to the forehead that maybe if he was lucky would land and put her down even as he himself dodges away, still on-guard. She was tough, to stand up to that sort of assault - and was that a flicker?
The hell was he fighting here?
"Not a real girl, are you, then..." He notes astutely. "Some sort of machine? Hehm...I guess it doesn't matter either way..."
He's still ready to block or dodge, his hand back on the enormously long sword, prepared to use it as a shield.
Not that, at this point, it would do too much good.
COMBATSYS: Candy overcomes Headshot from Kerian with Fatal Exception Error.
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Candy 0/-------/----===|-------\-------\0 Kerian
Candy, as she stands, is hypercharged to a bit. The shot, another shot, is fired.
No.
Rising, Candy stands with a look of determination. A machine should never have such. She still does. "You shut up! SOME SORT OF MACHINE!?" She bites, clearly angry at something. "You're some sort of animal!"
Of course, it doesn't last long.
Just enough for Kerian's assault to be .. turned back against him. The light infront of Candy's body rips clear through the chi bolt, swallowing it, pushing through like a spear, the lance of light aiming to pierce into Kerian, now that it eats through his offenses.
"You're not important a-" The Machine stops.
Error checking complete. Anomaly fixed. "Error: Not important. Not relevant." She states, monotone. The holo-guise falls, giving off a metal blue framed machine, with steel and blue colors about, unless they are pink, which is possible.
The machine stands, silent once more, save for the whirring that flows through her.
COMBATSYS: Candy successfully hits Kerian with Fatal Exception Error.
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Candy 0/-------/----===|==-----\-------\0 Kerian
Kerian had a plan. It was a really, really bad one, admittedly, but he knew when he was losing, and he knew how to ride attacks like a master. After all, as noted earlier, he was the king of Getting Hit By Projectiles.
Both hands close around the spear, and it's painful, the jolts rolling over him, the weapon eating into his chi-armored hands like acid and light had a horrifically evil baby.
But that wasn't what he was going for. He was riding the force of the spear, supplemented by his own chi-burst from the ground - visible from the pair of craters angled in the direction of the blow.
His free hand whips out to snag his clothing as he rides the weapon's force onwards, injuries now quite blatant as the chi soaks into his skin. The spear carries him upwards at an accelerated pace, sending him flying away from the battlefield. At the apex, he releases the weapon, rolling downwards in perhaps the most complex display of aerial acrobatics since the Blue Angels got drunk that one time and managed to somehow reenact the dance scene from Dirty Dancing Havana Nights in their jets. He lands behind the school in the distance, already taking off at a run.
So, she could be gotten to if her true nature was revealed...he'd have to remember that, for future fights...just in case.
COMBATSYS: Kerian takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Kerian can no longer fight.
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As both hands close around the spear, Candy watches Kerian's response. An interesting response. As he's carried upwards, he's sent flying, and then downwards, he rolls, behind the school in a distance.. and he vanishes.
Candy is indifferent. "Target: Escaped. Mission: Complete." She states. Information on Kerian is collected and uploaded, and will be more, in the future. She needs to check up, always. A robots work is never done.
Sparking, the machine re-applies the hologram, but the body is far .. less correct. It will be dealt with.
She need only be retrieved now, as NESTs mobilizes.
Igniz's famous battlesuit will have even more data.
COMBATSYS: Candy has ended the fight here.
Log created on 14:37:43 11/06/2008 by Kerian, and last modified on 18:14:17 11/06/2008.