Augmenters SUCK!!!
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Name: Brixton Lore
Class: Augmented Soldier
Level: 250
HP: 50,000/50,000
SP: 50,000/50,000
MP: 50,000/50,000
STRENGTH: 1,000/momentary 5,000
DEXTERITY: 1,000/momentary 5,000
ENDURANCE: 25,000
INTELLIGENCE: 10,000
WISDOM: 10,000
CHARISMA: 100
LUCK: 10
Augments: Strength Boost, Dexterity Boost, Reinforced Body, Combat Systems, Internal Database, Healing Shot
Augment Flaws: ?????, ?????, ?????
Perks: Master Combatant, Master Marksman, Expert Driver, Expert Piolet, Calm Mind, Reinforced Body
Skills: Strength Boost, Dexterity Boost, Combat Systems, Healing Shot
Traits: Serious
Thoughts: "Why was I called to kill one guy?"
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"Hey, Nex? Why is he here?" I ask, still shocked by why Brixton Lore is here for me.
"Welllll~ um, some of the administrators..." She starts, trailing off at the end.
"Thought it would be funny to send him here?" I finish, making her give me a mental nod. "Well, guess I'll have to do what I've always done, get over it." I say, coming out of my mental conversation with Nex and standing up. As I do Brixton's helmet covered eyes lock onto me.
"...what?" He mutters after a second with a puzzled and slightly angry look on his face.
"What's wrong, can't find any info on me, or is it that you don't believe the info on the screen!" I shout in a mocking tone, not caring about the soldiers around him that start to point their rifles at me.
"A bit of both." He says just loud enough for me to hear. The slight tones of anger not leaving his voice.
"How much you got, if you don't mind my asking?" I ask, walking along the edge of the container. Putting my hands in my pockets and letting my gun hang and bounce.
"That you're the son of the man that tried to kill me." That makes me stop and look at him, my eyes not giving away what I felt. "That you disappeared after your birth, that you're here too kill all the gangs in the city..." he says and i narrow my eyes. "and that you're in contact with-"
"Don't say his name!" I shout, cutting him off. His head moves in a questioning manner. "Knowing his name takes all the fun out of knowing him!" I answer.
"Whatever, you ready to die?" He says, pointing his men in different directions.
"Haha, always. You?" I say with a laugh.
"I already have." He says, crossing his arms.
"No...no you haven't..." I say, getting deathly serious all of a sudden. As I do, he jolts and pulls his pistol. I dodge off the back of the container as he fires at me. When I land I bolt to the left and jump from container to container while in stealth.
As I run I sense a few of Brixton's men in between the next set of containers. As I reach it I pull the DTA to the side and grip the handles of the Black Keys on my hip, then throw.
*pap!pap!pap!pap!pap!pap!*
As I finish I dismiss the message, turn and run back the way I came.
"You can't run forever! You'll have to come out eventually!" Brixton yells, sounding closer. I ignore him and keep running. "You're not leaving this place alive! You hear me! You're as good as dead!-"
*BAM SCREECH!!!*
At the end of his sentence a slam could be heard and a loud screech of heavy metal sliding across the ground comes after.
'Holy shit, he hit a container and moved it with just his strength...I want that strength...' I think. As I leap over another gap I look to where his voice came from and-
*WHOOSH!- BOOM!*
-200 HP
"FUCK!!!" I yell as I get hit with a crate of some kind.
*THUD THUD! Clatter clatter!*
As the crate hits the ground I do as well, and something comes out of it.
I look up to see...a sword? When I use
"Nex! How many are there!?" I question frantically.
"More than ten..." She says, sounding as if she doesn't know weather or not she should be telling me this. To be fair, she probably shouldn't be, and I appreciate that she probably broke a shit ton of rules my just saying that.
"OK, no more hiding, time to do what my class was ment for..." I whisper as I look down at the sword.
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High-Frequency Blade (Rare)
- This blade is styled in a western fashion without a guard. While this is a High-Frequency Blade, it isn't as strong as most others. Favoring durability over cutting power.
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"Thanks admins..." I whisper again, pushing the sword to be upside down on my back.
[Third person pov]
I watched as the boss threw a create he found in the container he broke open. I was wondering what he was doing before the create collided with our target, bringing him down with it. As we raised our guns to shoot the boss stopped us.
"No, I wanna see how he gets out of this-"
*BAPBAPBAPBAPBAPBAPBAPBAPBAP!*
We all take cover as we see the boss get lit up. As we get back up I see the boss just whip his jacket off and look at us.
"Kill him."
None of use say anything but we all comply. As we move towards the gap the target went through we stack up.
*clatter clatter*
"GRENADE!" I yell as I jump back and around a container.
*PSSSSSSSSSSSSS!*
"It's a smoke! Fan out and make a perimeter!" I order.
As I move into place I hear a shot to my left and snap that way to see A-3 fall.
"CONTACT!-" Someone else shouts as they're cut off by another shot. I turn only to see A-7 get held up by the target and-
*THUD!*
[Issac pov]
After finishing with this group I run down a gap to the next. When I reach them they're ready for me and the corner I lept behind gets shredded. I don't wait and jump to the top of the containers. When I get there I toss another of the smoke grenades down to the group. Once it hits the ground I jump onto them.
*SHING! MMMMMMM!*
As I drop I pull the blade from its sheath and slice down one of the people in the back.
"BEHIND!!!" One of the agents yell as the smoke goes off. I bolted the the right as bullets impacted the area I was standing at. As I ran to the right I circled around and reached the first set of flashes, then started swinging.
*VWOOM! VWOOM! VWOOM! VWOOM! VWOOM! THU! THU- THU- THU- THUD! SPLURGE*
As I finish beheading the last agent I could feel something coming at me from the right. As I try to dodge it reaches me.
*BAM!*
-500 HP
"GAH!" I cough as I fly out of the smoke and into a container. As it dented I felt my ribs crack and my spine pop unpleasantly.
-500 HP
My mind was still spinning as I slumped out of the dent and onto my wobbly feet. "Was- cough...was that the last group...?"
"Tch! Yeah, yeah they were. Was that what you wanted, just you and me?" Brixton answered, shaking his hand from the impact. That made me smile, knowing he hurt himself from both the strength and impact he felt by punching me.
"You wanna make this interesting, or do you just want to go at it?" I ask, making him smirk.
"Sure, why not-"
- 80 MP
*VWO! VWO! VWO! VWO! VWO! BOOSH!!!*
I raised my hand and pointed it at Brixton, using the new magic I got from leveling the Arcane Mage class so high.
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Arcane barrage - 80 MP per burst
- Shoots a barrage of bolts of tracking Arcane energy at targets. (Current shots: 5)
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As the bolts charged forward Brixton tried to dodge, but the bolts curved and slammed into his chest. Once they did he flew back just like, making something similar to my impact come from the smoke.
As I finished re-centering myself I lept up to the top of another container and disengaged. As I ran I felt my
I might have to use my last spell...but that would mean I'm too weak to kill him on my own...
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?!?" Brixton yelled as he ran out of the smoke. I kept kneeling on top of the container as I let my health regenerate.
'Why didn't I get a class that let's me make health potions?' I questioned to no one in particular. A few seconds later I could feel my ribs move back into place, and I start to move again. I pull my rifle back around to my hands and jump down, at the other end of the warehouse and aim. As I do I start firing at his head.
-25 MP
*PAPAPAPAPAPAPAPAPAPAPAPAPA! Click!*
As I fire, a few of the rounds miss, but most of them hit. His helmet was shattered and he flung it off, showing an expression of rage. He started to run towards me. As he came closer and closer I stood and pulled a molotov from my back and threw it at him.
-25 MP
*FWOOSH*
"GOD DAMN IT!!! HOW MANY MORE CARDS ARE YOU GONNA PULL!?!?" Brixton yelled, stumbling yet still running.
"I got a few more!" I shout, pulling a mag with blue tape on it out and swapping it with the mag in my pistol. "I just hope this works!"
*BANG!*
As I pull the trigger it impacts Brixton's chest and he falls forward.
"AAGGHHH!!!, FUCK! WHAT WAS THAT!?!?" He yells, as he sits up.
"Ha, that won't matter when your skulls opened on the floor!" I shouted, aiming it at his head and pulling the trigger again.
*BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! Click!*
As I fired Brixton held up his arms and protected his face, making the bullets impact and fracture his arms. After the 6th round was fired the gun went empty. "You dead yet!" I asked his unmoving body, dropping the mag out and loading the old one back in as i did.
"You fucking wish!" He yells back, making me curse under my breath.
"Yeah, yeah I do!" I say, pulling the High-Frequency Blade from my back again. I debate whether or not it's even good to use it in a hand-to-hand fight with the guy, then smile. "Fuck it!"
-25 MP
I use my magic and move into The Wick Fists stance. "Let's dance!" I shout, rushing towards him.
"Alright, let's go!" He said as he stood and started to run.
'His arms are basically fucked and health should be around twice mine, but that won't matter with my perks.' I think as my perks activate
"Why the last one?" I ask Nex internally.
"It's because his body is considered to have a shield all over his body since his he has the
"Perfect!" I shout internally.
As we met I swung from the left only to pull back and load the sword into a piecing strike. The faint makes him stumble and could only move his torso at an odd angle, taking a glancing blow to his chest. He dodges back as I sweep the sword to the left. Once he had both feet on the ground he bolted forward, dodging my upwards slash and striking me in the gut and face. He tried for the wrist of my sword hand but got the pommel to his face in reward for his attempt.
As he stumbled back I lunged forward, bringing my sword over my shoulder and trying to swing at his neck before-
*SMACK! BAM!*
He suddenly sped up, dancing around my sword and kicking the sword out of my hands then using a left hook on the side of my face, forcing the mask off. The stike made my neck crack and sent me stumbling away. I check my HP and his, after a few steps and I grimace.
Issac HP: 6,288/11,288
Brixton HP: 7,598/50,000
"Be honored, I have to use my trump card to kill you." He said, making my eyes go wide as I see his HP rise.
Brixton HP: 40,000/50,000
"You want to use trump cards?" I say, hyping myself up and jumping on the balls of my feet and readying my last magic. "Fine. One last time-"
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Overcharge - 1,000 MP
- Overcharges anything with Arcane energy. (Increases attack and defense once by ×5.
- Increases 1 stat by ×5 for 1 minute. (WARNING!!! You take 25% of all damage you deal when effect ends.)
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*FWOOOOOM!!!*
"LET'S! FUCKING! DANCE!!!" I scream, my body burning and my mind becoming somewhat cloudy, even with
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1,005 is temporarily 5,025
Needles Edge
- This perk allows for unorthodox and awkward movements in combat that no one else can perform naturally.
Consecutive Strikes
- Melee or unarmed attacks will deal double damage after every 10 attacks.
Centrifugal force
- The more times you spin yourself or a melee weapon, the more damage your next weapon will do. (Stacks up to 25% damage increase.
Shave Master
- You have reached a level of speed that Shave is just natural to you now, as such, you no longer expend SP, and can even choose parts of your body to use Shave on without risking damage.
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I pass over all the messages as I move so fast towards Brixton that he can't even tell what's happening, even with his Combat Systems. In an instant 25 strikes slam into his chest as I use Shave on them, then a barrage of kicks to his sides and finally I jump into a spin. As I start I use Shave and I become a blur of light, instantly gaining the maximum stacks for
I meet the back wall and kick off, doing cart wheels, flips, and spins to gain the stacks again. Brixton is still flying, nearly reaching the back wall before I plant my feet on the ground and use Shave to reach his back in the blink of an eye. I touch the ground with my right foot before instantly striking out with a strait kick that brings him to a stop with a loud crunch of metal and bone.
I don't hear it as I keep going, juggling him in the air. From one end of the warehouse to the other and back again. Before I know it, the time is up and my body slumping under Brixton as he flies over me and through a few containers. The effect dissipates and I feel all the damage I received start to pile onto me.
-1,000 HP
-1,000 HP
Even with Grit activated it's hard to think but I do and I realize-
-1,000 HP
-1,000 HP
'I don't have 10,000 HP!!!-'
-1,000 HP
'NONONONONONONONO!!!' I scream internally and would externally if I could as I struggle go grab a soul out of my Kull Count.
-1,000 HP
Upon that last message I finally get one, shove the soul into my mouth, and swallow.
-4,000 HP
'Huh, so if you have to HP for it you just take the damage in an instant...good to...know...' My mind trails off as I fall unconscious.