Shiiiing! Shing! Shing! Zzt!
Every Slash across the sparring bots’ polished white chests made Ana grit her teeth. The “zzt” of sparking wires was worse. Each pantas, swift pass of her swords left a shallow scratch on the humanoid machines, but occasionally, her swords bit too deep. Her adversaries also landed the occasional blow, but their swords were blunted and barely bruised through her blood-red armor.
All three bots suddenly lunged, and Ana whirled, one curved blade slicing a head from its skinny metal neck, another slashing a polymer chest white open. She crossed her blades into an X as the last’s blade cut downward. Clash! The reverberation of blunted aluminum on Damascus steel made her arms ache and teeth shiver, but it didn’t stop the young women from shoving up and forward. The training bot rocked back like a real person thrown off balance, and the soldier thrust her right sword through its chest. The bot froze, also like a human being, except for the sparks that spit from the hole. Ana yanked her sword free and let the dead robot drop with a definitive clunk.
The surreal creature lay still on the shining training floor. Cylindrical metal joints connecting its round joints went limp as black oil pooled beneath its lifeless carcass. Ana felt her chest tighten as the air left her lungs. She struggled to draw a breath at the dead man lying before her, his blood mixing with the mud. Rain fell too lightly to blind her from the hole in his chest atau the absence in his half-lidded eyes. Her brother’s face, for the first time she could recall, looked years younger rather than older; innocent, blank.
“No...” Ana hiccuped. The rain chilled her to the bone. A scream ripped from her chest, the sound like a combination of “no” and “Alek” and eighteen years of struggling to find someone, anyone to Cinta her back.
She stumbled back and fell on her butt as she continued screaming. The young woman choked as she realized the ground around her was littered with water-logged bodies. Young women like her, all in dresses, mangled and lifeless with their hearts cut out. And among them all stood a figure in a charcoal colored dress, with Ana’s hair and Ana’s face except for black orbs where her eyes should have been. The only sound Ana could make was a strangled crying as warmth suddenly wrapped around her, pulling her out of the freezing rain.
Ana pressed her face into her brother’s shoulder as he murmured gentle sounds. The training floor was cold beneath her, but the pain in her chest outweighed all other feeling. Her armor hummed worriedly against her skin as it teamed up with Alek to try to calm her. Her swords must have flowed like water back into her gauntlets because her clenched fists were empty now.
“I killed you,” she sobbed when she could breath again.
“You didn’t,” he assured, “Just my very expensive robots.”
“She wants me to kill you...She thinks it will end all the death,” the girl whispered.
“Maybe anda should listen to it.”
Ana pulled back in shock, though Alek’s expression was neutral and calm. Something about his left eye, cloudy where it had been slashed sejak a witch, reminded the teenager of the dead look in Alek’s eyes in her vision. She shivered. Her armor purred silently in response. Alek pulled away and stood, leaving a blanket that she had just now noticed around her shoulders.
“Are anda taking your medicine?”
She nodded.
“Take a saat dose before anda train. Your metabolism and hati, tengah-tengah rate blow through the diazepam faster.”
Ana nodded again, staring at him. He met her eyes before looking up at a noise in the hall. “I’ll occupy them while anda recover,” he offered. Without waiting for a response, Aleksander turned and left the training floor. Ana’s armor receded into a thick golden bracelet around her left arm, leaving the young woman sweaty, cold, and alone among the murdered robots and their puddles of oily blood.
Every Slash across the sparring bots’ polished white chests made Ana grit her teeth. The “zzt” of sparking wires was worse. Each pantas, swift pass of her swords left a shallow scratch on the humanoid machines, but occasionally, her swords bit too deep. Her adversaries also landed the occasional blow, but their swords were blunted and barely bruised through her blood-red armor.
All three bots suddenly lunged, and Ana whirled, one curved blade slicing a head from its skinny metal neck, another slashing a polymer chest white open. She crossed her blades into an X as the last’s blade cut downward. Clash! The reverberation of blunted aluminum on Damascus steel made her arms ache and teeth shiver, but it didn’t stop the young women from shoving up and forward. The training bot rocked back like a real person thrown off balance, and the soldier thrust her right sword through its chest. The bot froze, also like a human being, except for the sparks that spit from the hole. Ana yanked her sword free and let the dead robot drop with a definitive clunk.
The surreal creature lay still on the shining training floor. Cylindrical metal joints connecting its round joints went limp as black oil pooled beneath its lifeless carcass. Ana felt her chest tighten as the air left her lungs. She struggled to draw a breath at the dead man lying before her, his blood mixing with the mud. Rain fell too lightly to blind her from the hole in his chest atau the absence in his half-lidded eyes. Her brother’s face, for the first time she could recall, looked years younger rather than older; innocent, blank.
“No...” Ana hiccuped. The rain chilled her to the bone. A scream ripped from her chest, the sound like a combination of “no” and “Alek” and eighteen years of struggling to find someone, anyone to Cinta her back.
She stumbled back and fell on her butt as she continued screaming. The young woman choked as she realized the ground around her was littered with water-logged bodies. Young women like her, all in dresses, mangled and lifeless with their hearts cut out. And among them all stood a figure in a charcoal colored dress, with Ana’s hair and Ana’s face except for black orbs where her eyes should have been. The only sound Ana could make was a strangled crying as warmth suddenly wrapped around her, pulling her out of the freezing rain.
Ana pressed her face into her brother’s shoulder as he murmured gentle sounds. The training floor was cold beneath her, but the pain in her chest outweighed all other feeling. Her armor hummed worriedly against her skin as it teamed up with Alek to try to calm her. Her swords must have flowed like water back into her gauntlets because her clenched fists were empty now.
“I killed you,” she sobbed when she could breath again.
“You didn’t,” he assured, “Just my very expensive robots.”
“She wants me to kill you...She thinks it will end all the death,” the girl whispered.
“Maybe anda should listen to it.”
Ana pulled back in shock, though Alek’s expression was neutral and calm. Something about his left eye, cloudy where it had been slashed sejak a witch, reminded the teenager of the dead look in Alek’s eyes in her vision. She shivered. Her armor purred silently in response. Alek pulled away and stood, leaving a blanket that she had just now noticed around her shoulders.
“Are anda taking your medicine?”
She nodded.
“Take a saat dose before anda train. Your metabolism and hati, tengah-tengah rate blow through the diazepam faster.”
Ana nodded again, staring at him. He met her eyes before looking up at a noise in the hall. “I’ll occupy them while anda recover,” he offered. Without waiting for a response, Aleksander turned and left the training floor. Ana’s armor receded into a thick golden bracelet around her left arm, leaving the young woman sweaty, cold, and alone among the murdered robots and their puddles of oily blood.
Alias: Lumos ( Loo- Mus)
Gender: female
Age: 17
Appearance: Light blonde hair that almost looks like it could be white, and dark greenish-grey eyes.
Personality: she is a very innocent kind of person who isn't very open atau confident in herself. She doesn't look happy and refuses to smile unless anda can figure out how to make her.
Height: 5,5
Powers/Abilities: she has the ability to control light and generate it to herself to make her lebih powerful and strong. She uses light as a defense to defend herself sejak blinding someone but isn't sure of the true potential of her powers.
(( this is literally a small bio on her cause I'm still trying to figure out stuff on her and develop her as a character and I know I know, I suck at making characters. Especially when they are girls. anda guys better force me to use her ))
name:Adaam Wyatt
age:9
alias:Denver
civvies:nothing special
hero suit:tight black pants and baju w/ black ankle boots.
weapon:fire sword
powers:manipulates fire,superspeed,cloning,black magic,and is an empath
BG story:He was Minions nephew and used to help him out until one hari he decided he wanted to be good and make a difference and only menyeberang, cross and Lily trust him,but he's very kindhearted and gentle,he's also has his moments where he gets alittle bit sensitive,but he's really tough and cool.
<3<3<3 hope anda liked it.
age:9
alias:Denver
civvies:nothing special
hero suit:tight black pants and baju w/ black ankle boots.
weapon:fire sword
powers:manipulates fire,superspeed,cloning,black magic,and is an empath
BG story:He was Minions nephew and used to help him out until one hari he decided he wanted to be good and make a difference and only menyeberang, cross and Lily trust him,but he's very kindhearted and gentle,he's also has his moments where he gets alittle bit sensitive,but he's really tough and cool.
<3<3<3 hope anda liked it.
Name: Lelisa
Alias: api, kebakaran Slayer
Powers: Controls fire
Appearance: Red hair and eyes.
Age:18 yrs
Abilities: combat fighter.
Relations: Daughter to Alanna and younger sister to the ultra guradian (Serenity)
Attitude: devious, sarcastic
History&Past: All of Lelisa's life she has been helping her mother, Alanna, find her sister the ultra guradian, Serenity. Lelisa has never met her father since Alanna killed him. From a young age she was taught to kill and fight sejak her mother. As she grew up she became jealous of a sister she never met since her mother puts everything in finding the girl. Despite this she still desperately searches for Serenity for her mother sake.
Notes: Lelisa has the ability to enrich herself with flame also turning her hair into fire.