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[color=cyan][i]Well, I'm not going to die. That should be reassuring, right?[/i][/color]

It was not reassuring.

Robin was realising, far too late, that she may have bitten off more than she could chew. She was probably faster than him - running was a possibility, especially if she cloaked up. But she wouldn't. Because despite the chill that ran down her spine, the sudden certainty that the man in front of her could and would follow through on his threats, the bile that rose in her throat at the thought of seeing her own metallic muscles glinting in the moonlight...

And yet she could push all that aside.

Wasn't that what she wanted? To be remade? To replace everything that was inferior, that was inefficient? She could do it, she thought, if she really tried. A step she'd never had the courage to take on her own. There had been times she'd stepped close to that edge, and returned, gripping tightly to her humanity-- but maybe what she really needed was a [i]push[/i]. To tear away the parts that made her human.

He wouldn't let her escape, she knew that. The things he described, they'd reduce her to something less than human. And after that...

After that, she could become [i]so much more[/i].

[color=cyan]"How thoughtful of you - and I'm shiny all over, for the record. As for the rest, well..."[/color] Robin chuckled. It was odd, how quickly she relaxed upon accepting her fate. Continuing to speak as she launched herself forward, she grinned. [color=cyan]"I'd rather not make it too easy for you."[/color] 

There were a lot of tactics her opponent would expect. She'd certainly lost the element of surprise with her new toy, so that was out. Punches and kicks - well, he could predict them well enough, catching her attack in the arena had shown that. The one thing he wouldn't expect her to do, though, was simple. As her left fist swung towards the side of his face, a blade shot forward from her arm. Aiming not for his mask, but just behind it. If the attack landed, it would almost certainly take out his eye.

Of course, there was a reason he wouldn't expect such an attack. Because if it landed, the trade-off was unbelievably dangerous. It would take her a second to retract the blade and move away, and even in that short time...

Well, half-blinded or not, there was a reason you didn't make Sickle-Cell bleed.