by Grema Fen 2nd September 2017, 3:02 am
Ooowww that was overkill. Did Grema hit her as hard as that? Probably not, the jerk. She would have a bump there forever, okay fine, two minutes until her healing factor kicked in, but it still hurt in the meantime. The engineer internally vowed to never give the other woman cybernetic implants even if the gunner loses a limb, her having better punching power was the last thing Grema wanted at the moment. Or at all.
But as a side note, wow was it embarrassing as hell to have been the first one to lose their head. Grema knew as a pure and simple fact that she was a genius scientist, a prodigy at engineering, and one of the world's experts on magitech. This wasn’t as much of bragging (well, it probably was as well) as it was truth. For her to lose her very smart head when a person with a much hotter head stayed relatively calm not only struck at her pride but grated on her nerves. But knowing this was not the time for personal feeling to get in the way, Grema tried to quickly overcome it with logic. A logical reason why Aliarey would be better at keeping her head than the scientist when the mental odds were in her favor. The answer, upon thinking about it, was obvious at least to Grema. The reason Aliarey had more mental fortitude was that she had more experience in not only dangerous situations but magical ones as well. The mechanic's old life had its dangers, but even that was structured. This new life, filled with the sometimes unexpectedness that came with pure magic, kept throwing her off. This wasn’t something the cyborg could gain through sheer need or willpower so instead, she needed to accept things as they came more often and focus on the overall goal. The new mindset at its peak, Grema was filled with determination and turned her mind back to the matter at hand. Her aching head.
“Ya, ya, I’ll be careful from now on. Geeze you hit like a brute.” The scientist grumbles the last part under her breath, rubbing her throbbing head all the while. She resisted the urge to cough as the dust began to settle to stillness at last and instead swallowed dryly. Though that might be more because of the utterly creepy giggle that sounded out in the area. It seemed to vibrate in the area all around them, making it impossible for Grema to pin down even as she was twisting her head around. By the young feminine sound of the laughter, this may finally be their target.
The whispers started up again, to Grema’s ire, but unlike before they were coming in all direction and were louder as time went on. After a few seconds of building tension, the barely heard voices seemed to cumulate into one area before winding into a loud cry filled with despair. Then it all stopped, leaving a dreadful silence in its wake. Anticipation filled the cyborg and she got into a battle ready stance just as the mist before them opened, revealing an old worn looking doll that had been messily patched up enough for it to look like multiple teddy zombies patched up into one monstrous looking one. Not a pleasant sight and definitely disturbing.
The voice really didn’t help the creepiness of it all. But previous conviction in mind, Grema stayed firm. “This isn’t her real body, we have to find the-.” Like many of her sentences, it was cut off this time by chains flying toward her with a flash of eerie purple from the toy's eyes. “Oh shit!” The magitech mage yelled out, using her cybernetic parts to quickly jump out of the way. To her shock though the chains turned toward her and quickly caught up, snatching the cyborg from the air, firmly wrapping around her body. She grunts in pain as the mental links tighten around her and go soaring into the air before either holder mage could react.
Grema struggles for a moment longer before realizing that even with her increased strength her magitech limbs give her, one could not get out of these chains with pure force alone. Worst yet, Grema was traveling higher and higher into the air by the second and would soon reach deadly heights. “Magitech Blast: Eye Lazar!” The cyborg yells above the howling wind, causing a red beam to shoot from her fake eye and into the chains below her. It quickly made work of them and Grema was soon released from its clutches. Immediately the woman felt a swooping wave of relief with was just as quickly replaced by panic as she began to fall toward the hard ground. "Aaaaahhhhh!"
Thankfully the solution for avoiding a splattery death came instantly. “Magitech ball!” The engineer yelled, pulling out a small magitech triangle and throwing it toward the ground. As Grema neared the object she pushed a hotkey to allow the device to activate, allowing yellow runes to come out of it and surround the mage in a circle. The initial impact of her hitting the glowing yellow ball caused it to go down a bit, about 10 meters in the air, before stopping. The holder mage sighed in relief as the runes really did absorb her impact as it was supposed to do, causing her to be unharmed.
WC: 898
Grema: HP 200 MP 88.5
(Buffs: 5% more MP(item), 3% regen per post(armor), 5% HP regen per post(linage))
Spells: King of Pirates (3), Ball (5)