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While security removed Blizz's dampeners, Yatzil approached one of the lockers along the wall to remove her favourite weapon.  A cricket bat with teeth.  She did a few practice swings with it, feeling the weight in her hands.  She then proceeded to slice her fingers open and draw symbols on her arms and legs.  On her arms were symbols of power and her legs had symbols of speed.  Within a minute the wounds on her hand healed and she crossed the room to stand beside the ice armoured man.  Being near him was freezing but she was sure it would feel nice after the workout.  She set the sword on the floor, the hilt leaning against her hip.  She tied her hair back into a ponytail, a sign that she was ready to get this party started.  [color=7bcdc8][b]"We can begin?"[/b][/color] she inquired, turning her face up toward him.  Her brown eyes twinkled with excitement.

She lifted her sword at the ready and took a combat stance, watching the robots with a grotesquely animalistic grin.  The bots began to move and she watched them carefully, her eyes taking in each step and swing of its "hands".  Her mind started to go blank, taking in the scene with her instincts more than her brain.  She could feel the muscles in her legs tighten, her grip on the weapon slackened slightly.  In a flash she took a step forward and swung the blade upward, slicing against the metallic chest of the robot.  It made a hideous screeching sound she found irritating and she lightly stepped around the robot to get better access to its back.  [color=7bcdc8][b]"Come slowpoke,"[/b][/color] she said teasingly.  [color=7bcdc8][b]"I cannot be the only one with fun." [/b][/color] She sliced the blades across the robots back but it anticipated the attackedc and rolled forward, deftly escaping her assualt.