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Technological Revenge, and It's Effect... (Saph and Neshimo)

A smile, seeing she'd be ready for the last one, her. The resolve in her eyes was very entertaining to say the very least, at least for her. "Hellooooo~" She'd punch her fist together, then without warning she'd then cock her hand back all the way, a huge grin, her fist even without the shock, moving fast enough too look like an after-mirage.
 
Ouch. That was the first thing that went through her mind... there was no out-speeding this one on her own. So, she did the one thing she was loath to do, and turned off the limits in her mind, letting her body work at full strength. She grabbed the hand at the second drop down, eyes darting around to look at the entire area even as she curled up her own fist and punched, completely forgetting about her own weapons... it might not work, but it was all she could think to do at the onrush of adrenalyn.
 
"Hehe" She'd again show off her prowess, after her hand being grabbed, she'd then send out a shock through Saphire's body while she'd take a duck too dodge the punch, using her flexibility l too give a kick too the back of her knee. Her face looks lit up, enjoying the fight extremely more than she should be at the moment, considering this is only supposed to be training for her.
 
Ok, so... gloves were a no go, the numbness in her hands proof of that. Still, she was down to one knee, and ready to hit again.... her weapon was set to it's highest nonlethal level and she flipped her grip on it so the blade was in front of her. This foe was not easy to defeat, and certainly didn't have any weaknesses... aside from being too energetic. That might be a usable weakness. Shaking off the pain she stood up again, eyes on the girl and filled with determination, and then the next time she got close... Saphire lunged at the woman, sticking the ends of the blades in her gut, hoping the shock would succeed in knocking the other woman out.


((Dunno if I should win or loose this fight, actually. xD ))
 
((Doesn't matter o-o, was just reactions I would do personally))


"Gya!" The pain would make her body roll back, going into a feral wolf position, in which then she would fire herself like a piston at the attacker again. The pain did make her feel weak in the stomach, yet this fight, clearly was fun too her, purely to test her strength against the said to be best by the commander, despite this just being for training. Yet, her style was more attacking, & apparently, being able to take a few hits, especially with weapons using such electricity wouldn't faze her much.
 
She nearly bit her lip, but that wouldn't help anything. She put her bow away, taking out knives instead a few seconds later. She let herself be pinned to the ground... and then she switched the knife over and hit upwards, always keeping the attack away from her vitals. She could try to knock the woman out, but that would NOT be easy with how fast and strong she was. Fast and strong, but not disciplined... if the girl was interested in shiny stuff that would help...
 
After the stab, clenching her teeth, in order to fight back, she'd again activate her gloves, forcing the knives deeper into her body, too make sure Saphire wouldn't get away from the volts of electricity now coursing through her body from her gloves. Wishing too knock her out first, a beep then emits from her back pocket after about 30 seconds, which makes her then jump back, giving off a feeling of discontent. "Go on past, he's ready for you apparently." A nod too go & attend too her knife wounds, she'd also be sure to help out her comrades.
 
Saphire paused, partially because the energy HURT, and partially because she wanted to be careful not to hurt her. That wound... it wouldn't be deadly unless it got infected, but.... One bit lip and she shook her head, hair returning to normal as she turned around. So, the door... she opened it carefully, glancing every which way, ready to react if anything was strange...
 
"Join your ex-lover then fool..." Behind the glass of the execution room, Jamil, looked to be beaten up & bruised was kneeling down in front of, no it couldn't be...Him. He'd be standing up with above him with two guards in the same uniform. Hair, stature, everything looking exactly like him, with a gun point too Jamil's head he'd uttered those words, & without warning, a shot would go off, firing into Jamil's head blood seemingly spattering on the window with Jamil falling over from the force of the bullet.
 
For a few seconds she was blinded by pure rage... and her hair solidified... only to once more drop down as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Omae wa..." Her snarl quickly was buried under the grimace, her cold, slitted and slightly glowing eyes turning towards him. Seraph. The jerk who thought that killing Jamil would stop her. Oh no, he was very wrong. Her voice came out calm, dark, and cold... her lazer-like gaze on Seraph. "I think you ought to remember what happened last time you killed my loved ones. The scar should have reminded you rather well. How are you hiding it, makeup? False skin?"


She began walking towards the man, an aura of pure malice. "Only this time I'm going to make it worse. this time I'm going to kill you, in complete control of my faculties. You just killed the only chance you had at surviving even a bit longer." Was it just her or was her hair becoming sharper? Not that it mattered. "He was going to ask you some things, you know. About his beloved..." One hand drew out a knife, not even a kunai, a serrated hunting knife. "I would have ended you painlessly. Spared him the nightmares. But no... I think I'll cut off your fingers first. Then your arms, legs, keep you just alive and let you bleed to death, watching the entire time."
 
With one sharp slam of his cane, the room around her, would begin to slowly fade out & back into one she knows very well. The same room that broke her down before, one that gave her the gifts of what she is today. The bloody room, of which they were trained, yet, differently it was more full. Of bodies, children, girls, spread around lifeless like dummies across the floor, the window being the only thing still showing that the Seraph was still there, watching her closely. If any of the body's be touched, they'd feel cold, so cold, with barely recognizable faces. He'd give a glace to his side, towards her, his face still emotionless, not uttering a word from her words, nor looking phased in the slightest.
 
This room... she was so close to losing control again. All these bodies... all of these experiments... she bit her lip until it bled, glaring at the bodies. At his work, which she was a part of. And then she moved it into her monologue. "they failed, didn't they... more attempts at making living weapons. I was the only survivor here. But that was your own fault." She felt an odd movement in her back, but ignored it. All of her focus was on walking towards him, using the dead bodies as further fuel for her power. The color of her eyes changed... growing darker, until they were midnight blue. "You failed, at the end, though... I was still human. That's gone, now. I've no reason to hold onto my humanity... but I'm aimed at your death and that alone." Gladly she would die... she was a monster, after all. "I'll stop this from ever happening again.... and then I'll go and let the resistance put me down. I shouldn't exist... but I do, so I may as well do some good in the world before I self-destruct." And with that she lunged at the window, claws extended at it.
 
The glass would break, her claws digging into the synthetic skin of the armor, into the fiber metal material of the artificial intelligence, the robot beeping out of malfunctioning, & being unable to adapt too the attack, shutting itself down. Jamil, on the side, a red sauce covering part of his hair & face, would be typing, & observing multiple things about her mental state, & how well she could cope with it, along with the General of the Resistance, & the soldier who was supposed to play the part, the soldier looking shocked, though the other two simply still checking her stats. A pat on the back for the solder "I told you that could have been your life." A laugh from the General, he'd nod in agreement, the two almost ignoring her presence in the room, & the shards of glass that have somewhat pierced her skin.
 
If one looked at her they would see her hair wildly spreading around her, each lock a long blade-like object, but upon turning around to see Jamill... alive.... her hair drooped, but stayed in place. Eyes widened, the slits disappearing though she was still dark-eyed... and she curled into herself, dropping down, uncaring of the pain inside. She began muttering about seeing him for the rest of his life, about having to deal with it and NOT forget herself... or him... and it was all jumbled together as though she wasn't able to think clearly. She wasn't, of course... and she was curled up, begging something to make it stop....
 
"Ah, theres the cue...probably me." Jamil would hand the laptop over to the commander, gently, as apparently it was valuable information, though for him, not as valuable as she were to him. "Shh, darling, the training is over, we're home now, no more bad people around us. Shh, you & me are alive." A warmed hug from him, the air around him would smell like old ketchup mixed in with a reddening food coloring chemical, though all that mattered right now to him, was comforting her.
 
A sob, her hair falling down and claws retracting as she gripped the fabric. It had to be a hallucination, there was no way he was truly alive... but it was fine. She'd let herself die in his arms, let the illusion of safety be enough... it had to be. It was all she had left. And so she just sobbed into him, letting the... the... wait... there wasn't blood on her hands... she should have some... b-but they were dry. W-w-wh... wha.... what....
 
"Come back to us. This was the mental training I was talking about earlier." The hands so used to just firing off would softly rub her back, & lips would whisper nothing but sweetness into her ear. "I was trying to see how those two would affect you, & you got through them, with some actually good data, not going haywire. We were going to use our intern man Steve here, though we knew he probably might die. You didn't kill anyone either on the way here, granted some injuries..., though other than that great job getting this far."
 
She let out a sob, one last one, and then began to breathe rather than gasp for air. Of course, this didn't turn out quite as expected, as she broke down again, but slowly she was calming down. As time went and Jamil remained doing as Jamil always did, comforting her when she felt bad, remaining solid... she squeezed him, and when he didn't pop she loosened her grip enough for him to breathe, "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..." She didn't know exactly what for, but.. but she was sorry for something. Him seeing that? Something else?
 
"I forgive you, I forgive you, for whatever you're sorry about, you're forgiven." Truly making a scene, The commander would walk up towards the two, & heavily clear his throat. "Sorry to burst the bubble, but we still have one more thing for you too watch Saphire. A small tape recovered from the corrupted data of this facility." He'd place a shoulder on Jamil, & Jamil not knowing either what was on the film, it was clear, most likely, something to make her go crazy. "She's had enough commander..."
 
He was... the commander... so he really was real. she wiped the remaining tears away, forcing herself to calm down and put up the same mask of seriousness she always held. Well, it wasn't so much a mask as the truth, but then there was how she'd been earlier that week... No, now was the time to focus. A deep breath, and her eyes snapped to him, once more cold and empty. "Commander. What is it... and why do you think I need to see it."
 
"It's your sisters, & you need to see them because they're your sisters. Not literally though." He'd pull out a flash drive, somewhat bulky, yet labels 'TRI'. He's almost just as direct as she is, maybe even more so, with a constantly grin on his face, of confidence or arrogance no one knew. Still, he looked remarkable for his age, sprouting his resistance colors, & towering over Saphire, even if she'd stand up. "We just got her calm, showing her them will just make her more reclusive."
 
A deep breath. Sisters, though not ones biologically related? "THere were other survivors?" She had to be calm. And serious. If she knew the truth, maybe there might be a better fuel than risking losing Jamil. She had to protect him. "More monsters like me? Very well. I'll watch it." She didn't let go of Jamil, but her attention was on the tape. She could handle it... she had to. She had to know exactly why all of the crazies had to die... what she would become if she didn't strictly control what she used at any moment.
 
"Yes. Quite a few actually, though they were all executed, save you who somehow escaped. They'd worked for various leaders over the years, & all killed by their masters." The man who'd wait for no one would begins to walk off, seemingly on his own agenda, though knowing they would follow him. "Broadcasting room, 5 minutes. Come on Intern." They'd both be gone, too the business intended, while Jamil would continue to hold her. "You sure about this?"
 
She stood tall, straight, and walked with purpose. "I nearly hurt you because someone decided it was better if I didn't know about something, be it me or someone else. I'm not risking that... I'd rather know everything from the beginning, as much as I can, and move on with the knowledge of exactly what was in store for me... where my weaknesses are, so that I can limit the risks. I'll never let myself go without knowing something related to myself again." She would learn from the past.
 
"Understood. I'll be with you till the end then. After you..." He can't warn her now, it'd just wavier her drive, one that he wants to see her commit too until she finds it unnerving, or fully resolved. Hopefully the latter. Either way, preparing this, & the random unexpected favor from the commander would leave him quiet, feeling guilty himself for having to put her through such an experience.
 
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