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@Nightmare_Armor
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An unatural creation. Seemingly mechanical yet carrying a will, a soul and flesh of her own on the inside.
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Joined June 2024
--charging at her in return, a big grin visible on her face. Despite the clear difference in materials of their weapons, somehow her organic sword was able to block Junko's swings. "Tell me. Do you believe in magic or do you deny its existence?" Yaleen goes for a clash to--
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"Calling it a sob story? Pretty mean, don't you think? I'm just saying how it is. Oh well." A shrug followed by a headshake. "Oh please. I'm doing a minimal amount of harm. Only what I need to keep on living." She Immediately reacts by tossing the lance at Junko before--
+ Killing rogue synths. She slashed at Yaleen, the bright blue blade burning, burning... ...this battle entering its second phase.
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--can't answer or would only lead to endless scorn to my existence by people. So you see.. kinda not a possibility for me." The heart inside the sword starts beating rapidly at this point. "There is no choice in this for me. Pretty shitty, isn't it? Hah! If I ever find my--
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--but that's happening no matter what. Can't mail me bills anyway. I've got no home. I pay things in cash." A scoff escapes Yaleen as she spins the lance in her hand. "Ya know. I'd love to come peacefully. However I feel like I'll get asked many questions that I either--
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"Sergeant, huh? How fancy. Nice to meet you, Junko. Figured you're part of some military thing." A light shrug from Yaleen in response. "I've been roaming for a while now, armor hiding the truth of what I am. It hasn't done any harm to anybody yet.. except the people I eat--
+ blade. There was little doubt of its cutting ability. "Your choice Yaleen." She said, "...and yes. I legally have to give you this option."
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--And who are you? Gotta know who has been providing such fun to me." Holding up her hand, a lance forms in it out of something seemingly smoke-like. "There's no shame in accepting defeat, ya know. I don't plan on killing you."
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--creator. They deserve scorn and hate for making me." Yaleen laughs softly. "And you're the first to make my armor drop." Yaleen runs a hand across her sword before tilting her head lightly. "My name is Yaleen. And assuming I survive this, I'll pay you for the damages.--
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A wide grin is on the woman's face as she watched Junko leave her suit. And here she thought it's already over. Truly this is easily becoming her favorite day in her entire life. "I do agree that everything about me is quite the masterwork but please. No respect for my--
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--fall off her as if she's coming out of a shell now. "You know. I am mighty impressed. Never gotten pushed this far. But I'd reckon that's the limit, no? Gotta give it to you. That hurt a lot." Along with her armor, the metal from her sword fell off as well, revealing a--
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--the full brunt of those weapons, some strange gurgling and coughing escaping her in response. Hands go limp for a moment while her sword finally lands behind her, stuck in the ground. Yaleen then suddenly comes back to life, jumping to her sword as her armor starts to--
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Oh she was hoping that this wouldn't be enough. In fact, she would've been disappointed if it was. "No need to call me a bitch now. And I can only return that sentiment. You're too used fighting.. hm.. let's say normal things, don't you think?" A bit surprised as she takes--
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--attempt at dodging or blocking it. Instead she throws her sword high up into the air then holds her arms wide open. Upon impact from the punch, her armor rattles loudly as she grunts lightly before quickly grabbing the fist in an attempt to keep it in place as those--
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"You think it's stupid? I think it's fun. I prefer it if my opponents are aware what's about to go down!" A light laugh escapes the armored woman as she runs a hand across her helmet as if she's adjusting her hair. Seeing that suit throwing itself towards her, Yaleen made no--
+ The suit had a fist reared back. With alacrity, it swung at the armored woman, the massive hand whistling through the air-
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