The Absolutely Fantastic Fight Club

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IC: Jolek bolted out after him, having reached the same conclusion.

"Shit!"

To his mild suprise, he found that Claire was already ahead of him, having bypassed the stairs and now pulling up alongside them.

She cut off his beginnings of a protest with a sharp glare.

"I'm helping too."

He stared at her for a second, then nodded, drawing his blade and redoubling his pace.


They arrived a few minutes before Em.

Jolek held his longsword at the ready, and motioned to Claire.

"Stay be hind me, got it?"

IC: Jolek and Claire both reacted remarkably similarly.

Two pairs of eyes widened.

Two jaws dropped.

Two minds blanked out in shock.

"Mother of God..."

One set of knees went limp.

One pair of fists clenched.

One set of eyes welled up in tears.

One set of eyes hardened in murderous rage.

IC: Just before it fell, Jolek and Claire both followed.

"I know." Jolek said, in a deadly quiet voice.

"Oh my god." Claire mumbled numbly.

IC: "Both of you." Jolek said, disturbingly evenly.

"Stop being wasteful. In both energy and ammunition. Save it. save it for whoever the fuck did this." he growled, glowering death down the hallway.

IC: Jolek didn't even flinch. He just returned the gaze, his frigid fury in sharp contrast with the half-elven's blazing rage.

And then the miniature transformer appeared.

He saw Dorian shooting, somewhat ineffectively.

Raising his blade, he raced forward.

To his suprise, Claire did too.

He skidded to a stop.

"Claire! What are you--?!" he began, before being cut off by the robot lunging forward and slamming the girl into a wall, where she gave a sharp shriek before going limp.

His eyes widened-- and then he got hit by what felt like a freight train, as a metallic fist rammed into his gut, sending him sailing and tumbling back.

Gritting her teeth, Claire fought to keep conciousness after that blow.

She wasn't doing well.

She glanced to Jolek's slowly rising form.

Just before everything went black, she had time for one final thought.

Are his eyes... glowing?

IC: Valiant as the assault was, it appeared to do little to the heavily armored mech, as it slowly advanced towards the others, a juggernaut unaffected by everything they threw at it.

Well, almost everything.

Moments before it targeted the Shaddixes, it sensed the vitals of another human rising to unheard of levels.

It whirled, intent on eliminating this new target--

And then Jolek's fist slammed into it, shredding armor and sending it sailing clear over Dorian and Enrico.

Wordlessly, Jolek leapt over them, in pursuit of his prey.

The WARLOCK had awoken.

IC: The 892-XI Eliminator Shock Infantry Automaton was the most advanced robot of its class, boasting the most accurate targeting systems to date, along with perhaps the highest degree of agility and strength for a robot of its size.

Unfortunately enough, all that was did nothing to stop the supremely pissed off 2nd Generation WARLOCK-KNIGHT from systematically destroying it.

As the Eliminator raised it's wrist-mounted cannon and opened fire, the young swordsman almost lazily juked and weaved, evading the bullets with almost contemptuous ease. Within seconds, he was within the reccomended distance for melee combat.

In both shoulders, the Eliminator's armor folded back as it broduced two wicked, curved blades from the compartments. It lunged, in a downward slash with one, and a straight stab with the other.

Neither of which hit their mark, as Jolek's blade flicked up faster than he'd ever swung before, sending the slash off its course whilst he simultaneously blocked the stab with his forearm, turning tgo minimise risk.

This also happened to set up the following boot to da head perfectly, and the machine was hit with enough force to lift its ton-and a half body well off the ground.

IC: Things were definitely not going well for the Eliminator. After all, the loss of an arm was never good for a warrior, biological or mechanical.

Jolek ducked the next swing, now faster thanks to having excess power being diverted into it after he tore off the gun arm.

Seeing an opening, he rushed forward, leaping up well over the head of the robot and almost slamming into the roof, still slightly unused to his newfound power. As he was almost completely past the mech, he hooked his legs around the head, locking them in place.

Now hanging from the disoriented machine, he barely felt the school trophy cabinent shattering around him as the Eliminator backed into it, to busy cleaving through the equivalent of its hamstrings, sending the walking tank to its knees.

IC: As the robot crumpled groundwards, Jolek launched back up, rebounding off the ceiling and slamming into the now critically damaged machine.

Gritting his teeth, he grabbed ahold of its head, jamming one boot into the base of it's back.

With the screech of tearing metal and the spark of torn wires, the young swordsman wrenched the head free, as the machine finally went dead.

Giving the wreckage one last baleful glare, he turned, advancing towards the others, Longsword in one hand, decapitated Eliminator head in the other.