Riptor - A Business Proposal

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Description: A tabloid that has been investigating Ultratech may have struck gold - but Ultratech releases Riptor to take care of it as well as providing it as a live demonstration to shareholders, investors, and potential buyers. Does Ultratech make good business decisions? Well, that's up to Azumi and Aaron!

The darkness in Southtown can mean many things. Usually it doesn't mean that much. Just another dark day to add to it all.

Atop the rafters and rooftops a form cloaked from sight taps a button to initiate a camera that rests within their eye, beginning the camera. "As you can see." The voice begins, unheard by all, addressing an unknown number of mysterious members collected to watch the business proposal - "The R I P T O R model is not used to Southtown. We have not introduced it to this environment previously and have not ran it through any simulations ahead of time. Now, while we suggest that you do so, this is not about that... no, this is about the feature that has been lacked oh so often. Adaption. While the organism that RIPTOR has been based off failed, we at Ultratech have saw to it to fix nature's oversight. Please, observe."

On the other side of that camera, the focus of it never being left, is the RIPTOR that they speak of, Riptor having been tranqued and transported - and then released, of all places, in the middle of Southtown at night. Completely unused to the surroundings. Completely uncertain where it is and what dangers may surround it. None of that truly matters to Riptor, however. The thing that they did not do while transporting Riptor was simple.

Feed it.

'Hunt' seemed to be the command that had been provided to the living fossil, one of the prides of Ultratech, as Riptor let out a screech that would echo through-out the night. A bellowing roar that was far from a T-Rex but certainly no less dangerous, lights along the backside of it's body and claws glowing brightly from the enhancements.

Already Riptor tears across the fields it had been released in, towards the city and the middle of SouthTown, the very downtown heart of the city. Whether it knows that or simply follows its instinct is uncertain. Riptor seems to be headed where the best use of its abilities would be able to be put to sight, the camera from a certain Ultratech agent never letting Riptor see it - or leave it. They were a professional.

Riptor, less so, leapt up a wall with a screech of metal against concrete as it leapt over a cement wall, bounding across a road-way and causing at least one, minor, accident.

The darkness of Southtown is certainly something that a darkstalker would be used to. It was a place to hide, a place with no persecution and best of all, if someone did see something, it'd be easy to make them question it without a second thought. For quite some time Azumi had gone off the radar, out of sight from everyone and out of touch. She'd spent her time, not in the home she built for herself outside of Southtown very painstakingly, but rather, in the city itself, simply trying to do what little good she could, looking as she did.

Tonight was, by all intentions, just a regular night. One of her few human interactions she'd have on a regular basis is that of a chinese restaurant that she'd drawn sympathy from. Every so often they'd have some food they'd be forced to throw out, and rather than that, she'd just come by and take it off of their hands.

Even ninjas gotta eat.

Her old self might have been slightly worried about the caloric intake she'd be getting, but she did so much work now-a-days that the mere thought seemed silly. Resting on top of one of her favorite empty buildings sits the female werewolf, chowing down on a nice box of chow mein with a pair of chopsticks. Just after emptying one of the boxes she overhears the sound of a metal scraping on cement. A car crash maybe? It sounded far too sharp for that to be the case. She sets her food down and crawls up to the outer-rim of the roof, looking over the landscape to pinpoint the sound. It wasn't long before she spots Riptor, the werewolf's eyebrows raising quite high.

"Are you serious? What the hell is that? A velociraptor?"

Aaron was relaxing in his low cost motel room. He was laying back, listening to the sounds of SouthTown.

Then an inhuman scream broke the night. After the startling shock of the noise, Aaron's worst fear came to him. It couldn't be, why would there be a darkstalker here? It was very unlikely...

Then he heard screeching of the cars.

It sunk deeply into Aaron. There was a something, likely a Darkstalker, out with countless innocent people. He thought to himself, "I have a speech about scouting tomorrow, I should not worry about it". He had to correct himself quickly. The point of the lecture was to keep people safe.

The Eagle Scout went out the door and towards the abnormal sounds. Near an abandoned building he peaked around the corner. In the shadows he saw the bright lights of some reptilian monstrosity searching for something.

"To be precise," The voice declares to the potential buyers in another location - transferred to only the buyers, and not to Azumi. "To be precise, we have mixed together the cunning and killing nature of a creature of the past and merged it with the technology of the future, creating a perfect weapon that not only grows but learns. Why, if it wasn't for Fulgore right now - we would consider this to be a red alert. RIPTOR should never be allowed out without a follow-up plan." The voice declares.

"Because we at Ultratech know just how dangerous it is what we make... and are quite proud of it."

Hundreds of miles away, Riptor clears the overpass without any real effort in its hunt. Metal claws tearing into the ground as it passes across without stopping, digging in to turn or to leap before so. Sparks fly as the talons rip into the cement, though Riptor never stops. Even as Aaron and Azumi manage to spot them, the RIPTOR doesn't seem to notice. Either it does not mean to, or it has a more singular mind set. 'Eliminate'.

Eliminate, actually, is the case. A 'business' against Ultratech, one of the many small agencies that are out there 'to prove the truth'. To 'get out the truth'. Home to a few up and coming reporters that were getting to close to the correct story. "We could have done this another way, but it's far more effective to show you just how effective RIPTOR is at search and destroy, as well. It doesn't suffer from the normal... setbacks others may."

Coming to the entrance, the Ultratech creation skids to a stop and rears back - the mechanical bits and pieces on its back lighting up as a gout of flame suddenly blossoms from the mouth of the raptor, the entrance to that tabloid suddenly burst open.

Azumi does not know what to make of this creature; she'd seen multiple things that go bump in the night but this was literally insane. Some sort of Cyber-raptor? Seriously? She watches it for a moment longer to determine it's motive and upon seeing it begin break it's way into a business, she begins to move. The werewolf effortlessly traverses rooftops in a quick sprint, her own claws skidding against the ground to keep proper traction while changing direction. Eventually she reaches the building adjacent to the tabloid spewing one and leaps down it, wall jumping down until she hits a street light. She grabs the pole of the street light and acrobatically swings from it, flinging herself off of it in a tight backflip before landing a few feet behind Riptor in a three point landing. She speaks as she rises to her feet.

"Of all the neighborhoods you had to break into, it had to be mine. Do you talk machine, or are you only here because your masters sent you?"

Aaron had great difficulty keeping up with the creature. He ran though alley ways, and went over fences. As he reclaimed his breath in the humid air he saw it stop in the light. It was far worse then he had thought.

It was some kind of Raptor-man cyborg! What abominations were the monsters cooking up now. He saw only the raptor from the corner he was hiding. Aaron waited carefully in the shadows for the creature to react. With baited breath, the scout tasted ash and smoke. He prepared himself by pulling out his Ironwood bow, and stringing it.


"As you can see, with little to no effort the RIPTOR managed to find, and is in the process of, breaking into and dealing with the objective. By the time any response is mustered to investigate there will be a bloody mess, scorched and unidentifiable. All traces of the subject will be gone and the evidence will be as well. Additionally, the RIPTOR will return to the drop location." A pause. "If it fails to, Ultratech will /fully/ reimburse you and take care of the fallout ourselves. Especially so if you purchase that additional coverage."

Azumi makes the first mistake of the night, landing besides Riptor as it roars. With a sudden stop, the cybernetic raptor twists its head around, a single eye peering at Azumi as she makes noise. Words that mean nothing to the raptor are thrown at it, accusing it of whatever goal it was sent on to be a product of the 'masters'. Riptor cannot understand the language. The way that Azumi says it, the way that she stands - the way that she has arrived. That all, to Riptor, is enough.

There's another as well, Aaron stringing a bow. The 'threat' is low for him, as Riptor places the first, closer threat as a certainly higher one. There is a hiss, a snap, and the raptor twists around towards Azumi, tail swishing back and forth behind it. With a bellowing roar, Riptor makes it quite clear that Azumi has chosen the wrong decision and that she should have let these men and women die for their interferrence. There is no concern to Riptor, no discussion to be had.

The talons dig into the ground once more with a spark as she barrels forwards, towards Azumi, leaping up towards her and driving down, intending to start things off by literatelly pouncing her new found prey, talons tearing into flesh and bone alike without mercy, roaring once more as she lands before, or atop, of the darkstalker.

COMBATSYS: Riptor has started a fight here on the left meter side.

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Riptor           0/-------/-======|

COMBATSYS: Azumi has joined the fight here on the right meter side.

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Riptor           0/-------/-======|-------\-------\0            Azumi

COMBATSYS: Aaron has joined the fight here on the right meter side.

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Riptor           0/-------/-======|-------\-------\0            Aaron
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                                  |-------\-------\0            Azumi

COMBATSYS: Azumi dodges Riptor's Talon Rake.

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Riptor           0/-------/-======|-------\-------\0            Aaron
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                                  |-------\-------\0            Azumi

"Right. Robot it is. No holding back." She drops into a combat stance, her hands out from her sides and her legs widened in anticipation of movement. Her tail goes stiff and taut while her ears furrow back with aggression. Her claws, while not as wicked as the raptor's, gleam dangerously and a light growl rises from her throat somewhat inherently.

The pounce was easy enough to see coming, the nimble ninja simply sidestepping out of the way to let the raptor pass. As soon as it did, she delivers a hearty chop to the back of it's head, intending to unbalance the creature upon hitting the ground again.

The beast moved! Aaron was at the ready, bow strung. With careful aim he spied the raptor, and another individual that is was attacking. A good Samaritan like himself hopefully.

In the dim artificial lights, Aaron's fingers gleam. He pulled the string back, but with no arrow. He let the string go, letting lose a beam of light at the raptor-man.

COMBATSYS: Riptor blocks Azumi's Medium Punch.

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Riptor           0/-------/-======|-------\-------\0            Aaron
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                                  |-------\-------\0            Azumi

COMBATSYS: Riptor dodges Aaron's Arrow of Light.

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Riptor           0/-------/-======|-------\-------\0            Aaron
                                  >  //////////////////////////////]
                                  |-------\-------\0            Azumi

'Robot'. Riptor was more of a cybernetic enhanced dinosaur, because that's exactly what she is - not that it will matter much to Azumi as she 'simply sidesteps it'. Riptor twisting around as the hearty chop to the back of the head would have come down, the creature landing with a skid, in motion, as it does so. The chop comes down, slamming hard into the back of the head - but the metallic plating seems to soften the impact, the head curling down, almost as if it knows how to lower the shock and impact of such a blow! But how can it? It is a dinosaur.

"Even when engaged in combat with multiple foes... well, Ultretech will let its product speak for itself." The voice declares towards the stakeholders hundreds of miles away.

It skids lower, some of the impact absorbed by dropping its center of gravity and mass to move with the impact. It does not, however, stop. A beam of light lances across from the bow. Riptor can see it, a flash of light causing the brain to send impulses, enhanced by the cybernetics, that react far faster than a dinosaur would naturally. Ducking low and shifting the body to the side, Riptor pulls its body out from the path of the beam of light, skidding out of the way as she does so, talons pulling it towards Aaron instead of Azumi.

As it grows closer, claws raise, body following the motion as it screeches. The last few feet of the distance is closed in momentary leap, a heartbeat in time, in which the raptor lunges, claws attmepting to hold Aaron there as the mouth and neck snap forwards, intent on clasping its mouth around the man and digging its teeth in - unenhanced.

Ultratech didn't see a need in enhancing a dinosaurs teeth. Some things are good enough.

The jaw strength, however? Just slightly, as Aaron may find out.

COMBATSYS: Riptor successfully hits Aaron with Medium Bite.

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Riptor           0/-------/=======|====---\-------\0            Aaron
                                  >  //////////////////////////////]
                                  |-------\-------\0            Azumi

Azumi blinks in surprise as the dino-bot seemingly both blocks the attack with...metal plating? What? Azumi barely has time to react to the defense before a second threat becomes immediately evident. She pulls her hand back from Riptor to jump back from the arrow of light that seemed to be aimed at Riptor, breathing a mild sigh of relief that the enemy didn't have friends.

Just as quickly though, the raptor turns it's attention towards the newcomer and without hesitation, she makes chase. She gets just behind the raptor just as it goes to bite at Aaron, the werewolf's hands clasping around Riptor's cybernetic tail. With a heave and a pull she bodily attempts to throw the raptor away, intending on standing between it and the archer.

"Hey, where do you think your going?"

The darkness illuminates the area as Aaron unleashes the beam of light. The arrow misses but does allow the raptor to see the Eagle Scout quite clearly. So clearly in fact, that the reptile decided to pounce on him.

Aaron was not prepared for having a Dinosaur rip into his delicious and meaty flesh. Aaron screamed out into the night for help has the creature tore at him. He struggled to slip free of the beast but had one way out. He was going to have to use one of his only free limbs, his legs.

Aaron brought his knee up with force on the raptor. If it hit, he hoped it would be what he needed to get it off.

COMBATSYS: Riptor endures Aaron's Light Kick.

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Riptor           0/-------/=======|====---\-------\0            Aaron
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                                  |-------\-------\0            Azumi

COMBATSYS: Riptor interrupts Quick Throw from Azumi with Clever Girl.
- Power hit! -
# Disabling hit! #

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Riptor           1/------=/=======|====---\-------\0            Aaron
                                  >  ////////////////////          ]
                                  |=====--\-------\0            Azumi

The Ultratech dinosaur's back, from the top of its head to the very tip of its tail is plated in a thin layer of metal plating, much like the spine of the cybernetic raptor! As Azumi pulls back from Raptor, leaping away from the lance of light before Azumi gives chanse towards Riptor. Intent on making a lasting impression on Aaron, Riptor manages that among other things, tearing and ripping flesh. Devouring it, even, the red stain of blood across the muzzle of the Raptor. Of course, that is, of all things, not ... entirely important.

Hands wrap around Riptor's cybernetic tail, eys on Riptor going wide and twisting around towards Azumi with almost a whiplash effect. As he slammed his knee into the raptor, Aaron does dislodge it, causing Riptor to roll to the side on the ground, tail not twisting with Azumi in her grasp.

Before Azumi can ask herself what is going on, it becomes very apparent as to what is going on. The tail in her hands suddenly dislodges from the base, chunks of tail seperating from each other, piece by piece, from base of spine towards Azumi. It rolls as well, as she rolls, Riptor planning to, before she can heave and throw Riptor off, to spear Azumi with the tail. Another section suddenly dislodges, the tail front aimed towards Azumi's body - and then it continues to dislodge. The heavy metal sounds unleashing in a chorus as they piston outwards, fractions of a second leading to the tail suddenly slamming, sharp point first, into Azumi's midsection.

Once more the beast screeches, a roar from the prehisotric era, as she rolls much like an alligator, twisting her body, and now Azumi, against the concrete ground. Finally she coems to her feet, Azumi whipped into the ground before her as her tail reforms and pulls itself out, snapping together, as she stands over the possibly fallen prey - tail being licked before fully reforming, a manner not so much in antagonizement as enjoyment.

If the Ultratech organism truly knew that.

The wound the tail inflicted was not done so randomly, either. A lasting wound that would, at least for a moment, cause the prey to find fighting back to not be quite as effective as it was previously. Hopefully too late.

Chalk one up for science, this was something she'd never seen before for sure. As soon as she tried to judo throw the creature, something was off. The weight wasn't where she was supposed to be and she wasn't moving where she was supposed to be. A quick glance back immediately revealed that the tail had come apart on her and leaving her massively vulnerable. Unable to let go at this exact second she's carried along with the tail, slammed down into the ground hard enough to certainly have the werewolf feel it later. The ninja, for all intents and purposes, seemed grounded but the raptor would sense that her 'prey' didn't seem to be moving. She just seemed to by lying there, flat on her back and her arms somewhat spread out from herself with no real pain response to the roaring. It became clear in a moment why.

With a puff of smoke, the body is replaced by a trash can, hovering in mid air for a second before slamming down in a metallic crash. The werewolf herself appears on top of the street light she swung in on, panting. The throw did indeed hit. Azumi growls right back towards the raptor, her fingers forming a few hand signals before exhaling deeply.

"Concentrate. I'm going to need focus to drop this thing." She mutters to herself, a light blue wind forming at her feet. Her foot claws dig into the pole to steady herself, while she keeps an eye out for the raptor to notice her presence.

COMBATSYS: Azumi gathers her will.

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Riptor           1/------=/=======|====---\-------\0            Aaron
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                                  |=======\=------\1            Azumi

COMBATSYS: Azumi has left the fight here.

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Riptor           1/------=/=======|====---\-------\0            Aaron

COMBATSYS: Riptor has left the fight here.

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                                  |====---\-------\0            Aaron

COMBATSYS: Aaron has ended the fight here.

Aaron was bleeding. His blood ran down onto the asphalt. He was in over his head he was thinking of what he could do. He had to act fast or he would be a victim himself.

Then as that good Samaritan wrestles the raptor off him, he sees the tail go into segments. The beast savaged them while Aaron was let free. He had to act quickly with the open they allowed him.

He drew three arrows. Each one was hand crafted. The Eagle Scout was going to let them fly right into that reptile's back.

When the cloaked one was out of the way, he fired. As the arrows flew, he caught a glimpse of his savior on the street light. And it did not look very human to him at all.

COMBATSYS: Riptor interrupts Fleur De Lis from Aaron with Ferocious Bite.

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Riptor           1/----===/=======|=======\=------\1            Azumi
                                  >  ////////////                  ]
                                  |=======\===----\1            Aaron

The RIPTOR's teeth clench around the form of Azumi as it attempts to shear head and neck from body, tearing down into... the trash can. The can of trash, and contents, are splayed out as Riptor twists around, roaring as Azumi leaves its immediate senses. Riptor can't just sense, but her smell remains. They haven't left quite yet... but they left the direct sight of the creature. She was not the only one nearby Riptor, however. Eyes twist around from the primordial monster, facing, now, and focusing upon Aaron. Claws wiggle one by one down the row, tail twisting as it takes a single step towards the scout.

Delicious, as he is.

Of course, the arrows began to fly. One whizzed past Riptor, as the beast twisted around to face him, talons digging into the cement once more as the full force of the enhanced muscles shot forwards, pushing the beast towards Aaron, pushing her closer towards the man - the second straight towards Riptor. A beast should be preturbed by such assaults. A beast should learn to fear them, to pull away - to find a way around. A greater beast does not pay them any heed.

The RIPTOR charges straight towards them, towards Aaron, without changing its course. The second strikes it solidly in the flank as it roars from the pain, but it does not faulter. It only seems to speed up.

The third stirkes it solidly, digging into the beasts neck - a straight shot from a skilled archer. A kill shot if there ever was one. The dinosaur does not stop. Forwards it charges, mouth opening once more as it slams into Aaron with the full force of its body, knocking him over, potentially, and skidding with him to a stop in full view of Azumi.

Teeth, gnashing into the scout, is easily seen and heard moments later - the crimson stain on the muzzle of the beast only darker as it rends, roaring towards Azumi over the fallen 'prey'.

Come save him, it seems to say. As if it knows she would try.

Azumi watches the archer struggle to deal with the mechanical beast and snarls in sympathy. While running totally might be a good choice of action, she couldn't leave him there. She looks over towards Aaron and speaks loud enough to be heard clearly by the human.

"You've got two choices archer. Leave now and I'll cover your escape. If you stay, then help me take this thing down. I have a plan but I need you to do what you can to slow it down!"

She crouches for a short period before launching herself into the air, straight above the street light. As gravity takes her she comes back down, performing a lazy looking backflip in the process. Just as she passes by the street light she kicks off of it, rocketing straight towards the raptor, angling her foot to come down on Riptor's backwith a wicked arc.

"Choose quickly!"

Aaron shoots the beast in the throat. But it did not stop. It kept coming at him. Its teeth lunged at him, sharpened and hungry. Then Aaron felt one thing.

Pain. The ripping and savage agony as he was eaten alive.

He is let go, and left on the ground bleeding. The shadow above him, the werewolf, spoke to him. It told him to fight or flee, and Aaron knew which to take. He was no match for this beast, and was at risk of death at this rate.

Aaron started to flee. He was well versed in fleeing from a threat that was too fierce. He also picked up leaving behind suppression fire behind to keep them away. A good old parthian shot.

The scout ran, leaving a trail of blood. He clamored onto a low roof top, and let his first arrow fly. It was imbued with Scout Spirit, fueled by morality. After the first shot, he started to run again. Every few steps turning and letting an arrow fly. With the twelfth arrow he was out of sight.

Once out of harms way, a flood of thoughts and memories came to him. But he had one thing to focus on right now. Right now he had to stop the bleeding.

COMBATSYS: Aaron successfully hits Riptor with Scoutís Law.

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Riptor           1/---====/=======|=======\=------\1            Azumi
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                                  |-------\-------\0            Aaron

COMBATSYS: Riptor blocks Azumi's Heaven's Claw.

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Riptor           1/--=====/=======|=======\=------\1            Azumi
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                                  |-------\-------\0            Aaron

COMBATSYS: Aaron has left the fight here.

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Riptor           1/--=====/=======|=======\=------\1            Azumi

It's just as Riptor hopes. The learning Raptor watches as Azumi, loud as she is, makes contact. It cannot understand - but doesn't seem to need to, head tilting to the side with the bloodied maw, body slightly tilting as it leans towards Azumi. Towards the werewolf who now rockets towards the prehistoric monster, enhanced in only the ways a fool might. There is a reason Riptor is kept on such a short leash, an unseen object watching even now as Riptor engages both Azumi and Aaron. Azumi would make contact with her solidly, Riptor's body rolling with the arced leg, body twisting but not breaking or falling, the impact clearly having its effect on Riptor. The impact is enough to keep Riptor grounded. Just enough time. The prey is glanced at once more - but he is no longer there. A screech is released as the prehisotric creature looks up just in time to see the scout - and then having an arrow slam into the hide, burning with energy.

Another and another meet it, the RIPTOR taking a step or two forwards, to get its momentum going, before losing it entirely from another burning arrow that bites into its skin.

One after another, Aaron would find himself out, the RIPTOR a pincushion of arrows as it turns back Azumi, blood and oil leaking over parts of the creature, a combination of metal and meat that simply should not be. An intelligence that simmers with an instinct that burns brightly, now. Live or die. Kill or be killed. The roar towards Azumi is one of pain, of anger - a sickeningly hot mist of breath from the all too close creature.

The second roar is loader still, talons digging into the earth as it waves its neck and head about, clawing at some of the arrows, helpless to remove some of the deeper ones.

The third roar is different - as it roars towards the werewolf ninja it is clear it is not just noise. The sickening smell, quite clear now, gives Azumi little time to react - a stream of venom spit from Riptor, the bits that do not strike Azumi sizzling on the concrete, eating into it, as it spits towards the werewolf ninja.

COMBATSYS: Riptor successfully hits Azumi with Deadly Venom.

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Riptor           0/-------/-======|=======\======-\1            Azumi

Azumi uses her momentum to land on the Raptor's back, but not wanting to stay there for literally any reason, she springboards off of it, just in time to see Aaron's arrows finally hit home. She does look a little disappointed with his decision to bail, knowing full well that hitting this thing besides would be quite difficult. She's still in mid air as she turns around to face Riptor, watching the metallic beast twist and scream as arrow after arrow slam into it's torso, finally visibly wounding it.

And then a surprise comes.

Azumi's eyes widen significantly at the sickeningly burning smell of the acid, her nose detecting it almost immediately. Yet, by the time she lands, she didn't really have a decent way of moving out of the least not without taking some damage. She quickly performs a few hand signals just as the acid hits her torso, the ninja vanishing for a second time from the raptor's sight. Her replacement this time is a somewhat pathetic looking potted plant, which likely melts underneath the heated acidity.

Azumi appears right behind the Riptor, the fur across her stomach missing for the most part and seemingly there undetected. The moment she spoke of. She rapidly starts to form new hand seals as a stiff wind starts to blow through the area, rattling trash cans, stifling trees and tossing any loose paper skyward. At the last hand signal she slams her hand into the ground and forces the rest of her chi beneath Riptor. At her feet a tornado forms and unless the raptor had the clarity of mind to move, a burst of air knocks her skyward. While up there, several tornadoes form around her and begin hammering the raptor from all sides before a final one comes from above and throws the machine back down into the ground, hopefully putting an end to it's tenacity.

COMBATSYS: Riptor dodges Azumi's Zephyr's Domain.

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Riptor           0/-------/-======|==-----\-------\0            Azumi

The plant fairs less well than Azumi and the concrete, wilting and burning away as the cybernetic dinosaur roars in triumph - at least, what it believes, is triumph. With Azumi and Aaron having departed its mission would be simple. To eliminate the office and anyone inside before disappearing. The 'battle' is beginning to draw attention, though even in the night things have been someone muted. There are few bystanders. The security guard that had come to see what damage had been done to the building, breaking and entering, immediately bailing when he had seen the damage - calling in the uncertain sight.

Winds begin to rip through the battlefield, tearing across trash and even the more rooted bits of landscape that beautify the land during the day. Talons begin to drag against the ground, digging in as Riptor herslef begins to slide, neck and head twisting down. The ground isn't moving, it seems to understand. The air is. /She/ is. The eyes of the beast snaps around, twisting, just as Azumi forms such an assault /underneath/ the creature. It cannot stop being launched up - but it does not need to.

The tail once more snaps out as it takes to the sky, wrapping around a lightpole. The weight of the Riptor causes it to bend somewhat, the cybernetic dinosaur digging deep into the side of the building it would have been slammed into with its talons, tearing the wood and stone apart, sharp flashes of light made from the friction of blue cybernetic metal and masonry. With a heavy leap it jumps off the side of the building, tail unwraveling and digging back into the normal form of the Riptor as it leaps to the top of a building, a few short strides before it comes to the end - overlooking Azumi.

It leaps, a screech let out towards Azumi as the creature leaps down, claws first, towards the ninja werewolf, intending on pouncing upon her just as she had attempted before.

COMBATSYS: Azumi dodges Riptor's Medium Claw.

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Riptor           0/-------/-======|==-----\-------\0            Azumi

Azumi is understandably, more than a little frustrated. The first part of the attack hit and nearly every other being known on this planet would have suffered some dizziness, windburn and in general, a ton of nearly unavoidable damage.

However the raptor had tricks, and the more she kept finding out about, the more she hated this creature.

She watches in wide-eyed disbelief as it simply anchors itself out of the windstorm she'd summoned, harmlessly slamming into the building out of the way of all those cautiously planned tornadoes. She cancels the spell as early as she could to save some energy, but as she does so, the Raptor is coming on to her again. And this time her muscles brim with anticipation.

"If it's hand-to-hand you want you monster, you've got it!"

She sidesteps the leap as it comes towards, her hands and feet bursting with chi energy that ruffles her fur. Aiming for the creature's side; away from the gnashing teeth, talons and that ridiculous tail of hers, Azumi swings one heavy roundhouse kick straight into it, followed by a second one, throwing all of her force into these blows to hopefully topple the creature.

COMBATSYS: Riptor endures Azumi's Double Dust Kick.

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Riptor           0/-------/-======|==-----\-------\0            Azumi

"Can you see, valued investors, the importance of this creature?" The nameless voice, the inflection manly, continues to the investors, purchasors, shareholders. "It had never faced these two fighters before. Ones making headlines. Ones hidden in the shadows, ones that will always get in the way... and yet it learns without having to prepare. No simulations are required. No practice runs are necessary. The RIPTOR learns on its feet and, if necessary, will even think a step ahead. We at Ultratech stand by our product-"

Words are exchanged hundreds of miles away, but they are empty in the battle between Azumi and Riptor. Sidestepping the leap, Azumi manages to once again pull herself away from the claws and teeth that were aiming for her, talons tearing into the cement, a possibly annoyed roar bellowing from the beast as it stares down Azumi, claws once more twitching, one by one, down the knuckles as it stares at Azumi, tail swishing back and forth. What motion would it make? What move would they attempt.

Eyes twitch at the guard, then back to Azumi as the chi energy glows about Azumi's limbs, one heavy round-house kick swinging about into the hide of the Riptor, causing her to stagger, the entire beast struggling to stay standing through it, followed by a second. The second heavy roundhouse slams into Riptor, teeth gnashing, the second foot slamming hard into Riptor before the tail suddenly twists and shoots around, wrapping along the leg, holding Azumi before her in that heavily offensive and vulnerable state, trapped between the arrow shafts in it's body and the tail.

There is a brief moment, tail wrapped around the leg, that Riptor does not move, a space of a heartbeat that the cybernetic raptor's eyes meet Azumi's, focusing for the first time.

It lunges at her the moment after, claws raking against her potentially helpless form if she doesn't wriggle free or appear elsewhere. The head of the beast would actually slam against Azumi before the teeth would gnash against her fur and flesh, two horrible bites that would end with the tail sliding away and Riptor flinging her skywards with her teeth.

Only then, after, would Riptor flip twice, forwards, tail slamming into Azumi to bounce her against the ground - only to finish with a horrific gout of flame as she would land.

Riptor would then watch to see if Azumi was /finally/ done for - and the mission could be completed. Though the raptor, as smart as it may not have been, may already be looking around, expecting something /other/ than Azumi to be before her.

COMBATSYS: Riptor successfully hits Azumi with Ultra Predator.

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Riptor           0/-------/-------|=======\-------\1            Azumi

The disconnect between mind and body at that exact moment where the raptor stares into her eyes could tell it all if there was a sentience behind it. Azumi's body is tired. Worn. The tail had surprised her with it's limberness time and time again and it was proving to be the single feature that prevented the ninja from being as effective as she could have been. On the other hand, her mind wanted to fight, almost in a primal nature. She'd like nothing more than to throw caution to the wind and tear down this creature, rip it's metal flesh apart, break it's limbs and crush it beneath her feet. But unfortunately for her, what follows next could literally be considered a series of unfortunate events.

In very quick order she's roped into the air, bitten twice and then slammed into the ground, the cracking of a bone or two certainly being heard. Before she could react further, a last surprise is given, all nice and tied up in the throat of a cybernetic monstrosity. The fire rips through her on the ground, burning fur, cloth and skin alike.

A welling of energy suddenly gathers around Azumi as her anger gets the better of her. With a piercing howl, the fire is forcibly dispersed in a primal burst of wind, sending it flying in a right outward from her. She's standing at that moment, her muscles rippling through her fur, barely able to keep her standing. She's still quite decent but her clothes are in tatters. Blood leaks from her nose and her stomach is missing a good deal of it's fur. Her voice is raspy as she points at the creature, her tone nearing savage levels of anger.

"You may have bested me this time creature, but know this: I don't get tricked twice. If I find you out here again, I WILL deliver your head to your makers."

Reaching inside of her shirt she draws out a flash bomb and slams into the ground with some force. During that split second action, she vanishes from sight, though the Raptor's sensors would detect something rapidly leaving the ground before her.

COMBATSYS: Azumi takes no action.

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Riptor           0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: Azumi can no longer fight.

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Riptor           0/-------/-------|

"As you can see, RIPTOR forgoed its own safety to enable it to end the battle faster in an attempt to ensure that there would be no further interference. Now... who would like to place an order for one of fine products?" Many a sale was made that day.

Still, Riptor is seperated from such a location. Eyes focus upon the form of Azumi which suddenly plumes outwards with energy, anger swelling around the body, drawn from the mind, of the werewolf ninja. A piercing, burning howl - wind flying outwards, Riptor skidding backwards despite the sharp, and glowing, talons that hold it in place, The tail and claws are added as well to keep the creature from sliding farther back. Wind and noise in equal quantities erupt before Riptor as it hisses in response, promising that the next time Riptor is seen by them that Riptor would end up the casualty of the meeting - and that Ultratech would be down one product. One potential best-seller.

It would be for the better of the world, likely.

The sensors that Riptor may or may not have detect Azumi leaving if only because they cannot see them, cannot smell them, and thus deems them as not a threat.

With only a security guard in the way, Riptor immediately charges forth towards the tabloid office that had been researching Ultratech.

As Riptor finished its 'mission', the beast strode out, looked left and right, and then immediately headed towards the outskirts, intending to not return, but disappear. A metal man, of chrome and steel, appeared behind Riptor without a word. Fulgore administered the tranquilizer, specifically keyed for Riptor, to prevent its escape.

... That was the one flaw Ultratech still had not entirely worked out. For now, a backup was always necessary.

Vandalism - an a homicide. That was the resulting police report the next day. Though there was no clear, and logical, culprit. Based on everything that was found on site - though a press statement from Ultratech did wish the family of the lost reporter 'all the best, and their condolences'.

COMBATSYS: Riptor has ended the fight here.

Log created on 20:15:51 06/16/2016 by Riptor, and last modified on 15:37:02 06/18/2016.