03-14-2018, 02:53 PM
Swish!
The blade whirled past her, stealing a few locks of hair as it went whilst the android spun to the side, preventing the cut from connecting any further. With a blade held in hand the blonde girl swung from the side as her twirl came to an end.
Clang!
The blades bit into one another as either refused to give ground. Surrounding the pair was a void of blank nothingness, extending as far as one could see and then continuing beyond.
The combatants were identical in appearance, both granted with snow white hair that was cut before it could reach their shoulders. Both granted a black headband as well as a cloth covering their eyes. Each of the two wore a short black dress with sleeves cut at the elbows, transitioning into a pair of white sleeved, black gloves. Of course, the dresses were decorated with silvery etchings, and cut open on the slightly on the right front, to allow for mobility.
The skirt came to an end halfway along their thighs, revealing the long, point-heeled boots that seemed much too ineffective for combat, yet both wore them regardless. All in all, the pair of girls looked like maids.
“An...is: S...d ...s ....ng ...B. Pro...l: ...B sh…e.”
A sound pierced the clashing of their blades as the pair disengaged, each leaping backward with a timing identical to the other, only to swing the katana-like sword into their side. Each lifted their blades as they kicked off from the ground, their blades coming to contact midway…
All in all, the engagement seemed like something that would leave nowhere, as this time it was the second girl whose hair had been placed in harm’s way.
“An...is: S...d ...s ....ng 2.... Pro...l: ...B sh…e.”
2B? The left combatant came to a realization, that it sounded oddly familiar. A sensation, that that, could’ve very well been her name. Something that resonated with her from a time long since past. She knew not whom her opponent was, but she was aware of their identical appearances. The visor upon her eyes provided no flaws or ways to approach and best this being that stood before her, mimicking each of her moves.
“An...is: S...d ...s ....ng ...B. Pro...l: 2... sh…e.”
B2? The right combatant’s consciousness blinked to life as she found her purpose. She knew that that must’ve been her. A name that existed just for her. And this opponent of hers? She was trying to steal her precious name. This pair of letters was something, that B2 found to be enough to justify her existence.
“A...sis: ... cov...g ... Pr... …ld ...cua... im...el...”
As their blades disengaged from one another, both 2B and B2 brought their swords to slash at the other in an upward arc as they leapt backward from one another, disengaging once more.
Swish!
With a slow realization, both of them realized that their scarves covering their eyes fell off. Cut cleanly from the center, they had both caught the other’s visor and wrought destruction upon the delicate piece of equipment.
Red.
She could only see red. Her precious visor had been destroyed. Her eyes flashed in anger as she screamed.
A distinction.
The pair no longer acted identical. 2B neither saw red, nor did she scream. B2 was alone in her act of rage as she charged forth.
Of course, as their paths converged, 2B was able to deduce why such had come to pass. B2’s eyes flared red, rather than the gentle blue they should’ve been.
It was a telltale sign of the logic virus, a death sentence to an android. Of course, there was very little that 2B could do about it now. Not even the most advanced Scanner type models were able to reliably purge the disease from their systems without putting themselves at severe risk.
And as a combat model? 2B knew that her only hope was to put B2 out of her misery, or risk becoming infected herself.
As their blades clashed once more, 2B staggered backward from the force of impact, the sword quivering in her hands as she skidded backward on the smooth pavement.
Of course. The logic virus had removed any and all limiters from her opponent, placing 2B at a significant disadvantage when it came to one on one combat.
With B2’s blade already seeking to claim her head, 2B spun to the side in an attempt to avoid the strike.
Of course, her attempt mattered precious little as the blade averted its path and dug into her side regardless. Her dress gave in as she was cut, the blood splattering onto the pale ground, staining it. B2 was also significantly faster than her now, it seemed. In hindsight, it was obvious and a mistake she never should’ve committed.
“YOU’RE TRYING TO STEAL MY NAME!” the infected android screeched as 2B backed away from strike after strike, with immense effort deflecting a strike after strike as her machinery screeched at the edges of its limits.
She knew the pain, she could feel it, along the fact that whatever energy she had seemed to be dwindling. The wound on her side kept leaking profusely as the android finished assessing the damage. With luck, she’d avoided most of any major nerve damage, yet her systems were still starting to suffer from the lack of vital fluids.
As she parried yet another strike, Virtuous Treaty escaped from her hands, clattering onto the ground uselessly. She no longer had the energy to hold the long katana in her hands, the large blade by now too cumbersome for her to wield.
As the swung from her opponent came, 2B summoned whatever will she had left as a smaller sword - Virtuous Contract - materialized in her hands. Even as B2’s sword dug into her side and crushed most of the important functionality in her midriff on its path, 2B drove Virtuous Contract forth, the smaller sword reaching B2’s corrupt ocular socket as it drove through the nefarious android’s head.
Even as 2B collapsed to the side, her fingers slipping from the handle of her sword, she came to the realization that her strike had been enough… B2 had suffered enough damage from the strike to shutdown - at least for now.
“Analysis: Unit 2B has been inactive for 289 day and night cycles. Proposal: Unit 2B should evacuate.”
Of course, that meant precious little to her, whom would also die from this… She hadn’t had the strength nor capability to cleanly exterminate the corrupt android. And for that?
And for that, she would die, she thought as a wry smile curved across her lips. She knew not why she smiled as her ocular sensors ceased to provide her with any further data, and the auditory sensations began to crackle.
“Analysis: Uni…. B …. nin---”
She would die.
The blade whirled past her, stealing a few locks of hair as it went whilst the android spun to the side, preventing the cut from connecting any further. With a blade held in hand the blonde girl swung from the side as her twirl came to an end.
Clang!
The blades bit into one another as either refused to give ground. Surrounding the pair was a void of blank nothingness, extending as far as one could see and then continuing beyond.
The combatants were identical in appearance, both granted with snow white hair that was cut before it could reach their shoulders. Both granted a black headband as well as a cloth covering their eyes. Each of the two wore a short black dress with sleeves cut at the elbows, transitioning into a pair of white sleeved, black gloves. Of course, the dresses were decorated with silvery etchings, and cut open on the slightly on the right front, to allow for mobility.
The skirt came to an end halfway along their thighs, revealing the long, point-heeled boots that seemed much too ineffective for combat, yet both wore them regardless. All in all, the pair of girls looked like maids.
“An...is: S...d ...s ....ng ...B. Pro...l: ...B sh…e.”
A sound pierced the clashing of their blades as the pair disengaged, each leaping backward with a timing identical to the other, only to swing the katana-like sword into their side. Each lifted their blades as they kicked off from the ground, their blades coming to contact midway…
All in all, the engagement seemed like something that would leave nowhere, as this time it was the second girl whose hair had been placed in harm’s way.
“An...is: S...d ...s ....ng 2.... Pro...l: ...B sh…e.”
2B? The left combatant came to a realization, that it sounded oddly familiar. A sensation, that that, could’ve very well been her name. Something that resonated with her from a time long since past. She knew not whom her opponent was, but she was aware of their identical appearances. The visor upon her eyes provided no flaws or ways to approach and best this being that stood before her, mimicking each of her moves.
“An...is: S...d ...s ....ng ...B. Pro...l: 2... sh…e.”
B2? The right combatant’s consciousness blinked to life as she found her purpose. She knew that that must’ve been her. A name that existed just for her. And this opponent of hers? She was trying to steal her precious name. This pair of letters was something, that B2 found to be enough to justify her existence.
“A...sis: ... cov...g ... Pr... …ld ...cua... im...el...”
As their blades disengaged from one another, both 2B and B2 brought their swords to slash at the other in an upward arc as they leapt backward from one another, disengaging once more.
Swish!
With a slow realization, both of them realized that their scarves covering their eyes fell off. Cut cleanly from the center, they had both caught the other’s visor and wrought destruction upon the delicate piece of equipment.
Red.
She could only see red. Her precious visor had been destroyed. Her eyes flashed in anger as she screamed.
A distinction.
The pair no longer acted identical. 2B neither saw red, nor did she scream. B2 was alone in her act of rage as she charged forth.
Of course, as their paths converged, 2B was able to deduce why such had come to pass. B2’s eyes flared red, rather than the gentle blue they should’ve been.
It was a telltale sign of the logic virus, a death sentence to an android. Of course, there was very little that 2B could do about it now. Not even the most advanced Scanner type models were able to reliably purge the disease from their systems without putting themselves at severe risk.
And as a combat model? 2B knew that her only hope was to put B2 out of her misery, or risk becoming infected herself.
As their blades clashed once more, 2B staggered backward from the force of impact, the sword quivering in her hands as she skidded backward on the smooth pavement.
Of course. The logic virus had removed any and all limiters from her opponent, placing 2B at a significant disadvantage when it came to one on one combat.
With B2’s blade already seeking to claim her head, 2B spun to the side in an attempt to avoid the strike.
Of course, her attempt mattered precious little as the blade averted its path and dug into her side regardless. Her dress gave in as she was cut, the blood splattering onto the pale ground, staining it. B2 was also significantly faster than her now, it seemed. In hindsight, it was obvious and a mistake she never should’ve committed.
“YOU’RE TRYING TO STEAL MY NAME!” the infected android screeched as 2B backed away from strike after strike, with immense effort deflecting a strike after strike as her machinery screeched at the edges of its limits.
She knew the pain, she could feel it, along the fact that whatever energy she had seemed to be dwindling. The wound on her side kept leaking profusely as the android finished assessing the damage. With luck, she’d avoided most of any major nerve damage, yet her systems were still starting to suffer from the lack of vital fluids.
As she parried yet another strike, Virtuous Treaty escaped from her hands, clattering onto the ground uselessly. She no longer had the energy to hold the long katana in her hands, the large blade by now too cumbersome for her to wield.
As the swung from her opponent came, 2B summoned whatever will she had left as a smaller sword - Virtuous Contract - materialized in her hands. Even as B2’s sword dug into her side and crushed most of the important functionality in her midriff on its path, 2B drove Virtuous Contract forth, the smaller sword reaching B2’s corrupt ocular socket as it drove through the nefarious android’s head.
Even as 2B collapsed to the side, her fingers slipping from the handle of her sword, she came to the realization that her strike had been enough… B2 had suffered enough damage from the strike to shutdown - at least for now.
“Analysis: Unit 2B has been inactive for 289 day and night cycles. Proposal: Unit 2B should evacuate.”
Of course, that meant precious little to her, whom would also die from this… She hadn’t had the strength nor capability to cleanly exterminate the corrupt android. And for that?
And for that, she would die, she thought as a wry smile curved across her lips. She knew not why she smiled as her ocular sensors ceased to provide her with any further data, and the auditory sensations began to crackle.
“Analysis: Uni…. B …. nin---”
She would die.
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