[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/SpmluTV.gif[/img][/center] [center] and [/center] [center][img]http://txt-dynamic.cdn.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjcyLmZmMWExZi5SR1ZqYVdKbGJBLCwuMA,,/leculier.regular.png[/img][/center] [i]Friends Forever <3[/i] [@Delta44] [color=silver][center][h3]ROBBIT FIGHT[/h3][/center][/color] [hr] The Warroom Droid set to 8. [color=silver]"Level 8 initiated. Safeties disabled. Combat mode engaged."[/color] The robot raised its arms as if it was a boxer. It was meant to copy the human body exactly so despite it's bulky appearance, it had a quick smooth flow about it. There was a hum about it as the generator for its shields kick in. The robots armor only could take so much, so at higher levels, it used a horizon patented force field to acquire a similar toughness to what could be expected. The bot's eyes glowed as it recognized Eliott as the target. [color=silver]"Target acquired."[/color] It said in its deep voice and charged her, a blast of jets propelling him like a car straight at her, its knee raised to hit her on the charge. Perfect. Eliott had a particular hatred for things that wanted to fight her from a distance. Particularly projectile users, who were just an absolute pain. The fact the death robot wanted to get close to her? It was a godsend. Her smile, confident as one could get, may be nerve-wracking for some. Eliott had only been at the Tower a week, after all. This was her first time seeing the power and strength of these robots, at least at this kind of level. Yet despite this, she had an ace up her sleeve. With a sharp sense of judgement and deft feet, Eliott maneuvers out of the way of the robot with surprising agility. Furthermore, she backs herself up further with an acrobatic flip, making sure to not get in the way of any surprise strikes and make room between the two. Her gamesense was kicking in, and with it, observational skills which would try to work on predicting its next move. The robot recalculated her evasive action. It was set to follow up as a skilled martial artist, combining boxing and kung fu. Speed combined with gyroscopic power, but at such a high level, it would no doubt have some surprises up its sleeves. She moved out of range, it made sure to put on the pressure, its arm shot out as it approached, a yellow white beam scorched the astroturf of the open field as it came up in a straight arc, the beam readjusting to head towards center mass. Its arm stayed still despite it trying to get back within range of its fists. Trying to dodge, it would be upon her again, a round house coming towards her side! Though of course, she would not dodge the same way twice. With careful deliberation, she made sure to avoid the strike with the bot's arms, able to make it outside its extendable range in time. The roundhouse she was quick to notice, however just too slow to outmaneouver, for her duck to the floor caught her in the shoulder. Thankfully she was rolling with the strike and not against, though it still hurt like Hell. However, this gave her the oportunity to dish out some harm of her own. Eliott's right hand clamped down on the robot's arm like a vice, careful to not let heself get too attached in case she had to flee. At the same time, she began sending low, powerful vibrations through the metal body, each pulse of vibration a little more powerful than the last. Her power, when sustained for long enough, ha the potential to turn builings into dust. With a fielded rustbucket like this, even with its shields, it would only be a matter of time. Still crouched, she knew whatever came from the bot next would hit hard, so she prepared her legs to jump away if possible. The lazer missed as expected, but what was more unexpected was that its arms was seized. It had to spend a few nano seconds to assess and counter. Too late in fact that it already had problem trying to send the signal to its arm with the vibrations being sent through it. Another few nano seconds... Solution found. With her crouched down, it released the locks on the socket joint, despite the limb being locked, it seemed to have no limitation when it came to movement over the rest of its body. It raised a fist to bring it down atop her, the force of its motor servos equal to or greater than the kick she just managed to absorb. These things could do some damage. For those truly attentive, Eliott's primary weakness had begun to show. Her legs kicked from beneath her, barely able to avoid the overhead strike, a combination of instinct as well as preparation. Though her roll was short, her plan wasn't to gain distance. Rather, it was to gain momentum. Feet firmly planted once more, Eliott held onto one of her arms, only to send vibrations through her own body. She couldn't keep her grip for long if she wanted to not vibrate herself to death, and so kept herself just below her level of tolerance; where most would succumb to sickness or even injury, her body could take it. Her attack was swift, barely a jab, but that was all she needed. Though not as strong as those before it, these vibrations came suddenly. Not only that, but it wasn't the last to come. Another vibration to the limit her body could take, followed by a swift hull-punch. It put her in danger if the robot could function properly, however the more vibro-punches she threw at it, the more likely it would begin to rattle itself apart. And the more areas she targeted, the better. The robot couldn't quite handle the hits. It tried to move its knees to bash her but it was slow and jerky. Then she struck it again and the body seemed to go rigid. The head flapped as if unable to focus. Each time it was hit, each time she struck the vibrations spread through it and it had to recalculate. It was slowed down by the information of body damage. The sheild helped against strikes not against her powers. Nothing solid really could, not for too long. The robots moved were jerky, lacking in force or coordination. Elliott could even feel its arm getting loose at the socket. The robot then went on the defensive. It seemed to shift gears as processes adjusted strategies. It seized her hand while she seized its arm. The hips seemed to spin in its socket as it turned itself. The force of torque was enough to rip a Bush out of the ground, and it was attempting to throw her off it with a twist of its waist. She could tell she was getting a beat out of the robot, however things weren't all sunshine and roses. The fact it didn't make a retalitory strike meant her hits were having an effect, however the real trouble came with keeping those hits consistent. As it would happen, Eliott couldn't quite punch fast enough. The sparring droid grabbed her arm tight, spinning so to throw Eliott away. Finally, it seemed to have realised that letting her hit it wasn't such a good idea. But Eliott wasn't quite done yet. She kicked up her legs and, using the momentum from the swing, pulled herself as close as she could to the droid, before letting her legs wrap around it at the waist. With her free hand she began pumping more and more vibrations into the robot, intent on making it tear itself apart. She had to work quick, less it tear her arm straight out of its socket. [color=red][i]'Got'cha~.'[/i][/color] Despite the playful voice in her head, one could see the strain the robot was putting on Eliott's arm. She wasn't going to let her arm get torn off, so would let go if it pulled too hard, allowing herself to fly off. But she already had a plan in mind to deal with it if it came to that. And that was enough, the robot slowed down enough that it merely tried to spin awkwardly. Its last real attack was to try and slam Eliott into the ground and attempt to crush her with its strength as it loomed over her. Inside, nuts bolts screws all were shaking. Signals through wires were rattled off their connectors. Limbs failed. Motors failed. The robot was upon her like a true attacker and then it stopped moving, only shaking with her own power. The light faded and it lies still. A clapping could be heard as Dawn enjoyed the show. [Color=gold]"Hahah! Most impressive Decibel! You broke your record! You're getting better!"[/color] Hearing that made Eliott chuckle, considering she didn't really [i]have[/i] a record to beat. Though, if she did, he would probably be right. Sound disappeared right as Phoenix finished speaking, Eliott absorbing the remnant vibrations inside the machine, before releasing it as a blast strong enough to get the metal hunk off of her. The small shockwave echoed throughout the confines of the gym. With sound returned, she got up and dusted herself off, not that the gym was dusty or anything. She gave a nod to Ricardo, unable to contain her grin. [color=red]"That was nothing. Until you mount these boys with rubber bullets or lasers or something, they won't stand a chance."[/color] Sound could tear apart anything with the right level of power behind it. Unfortunately, that had reprecutions on Eliott's body as well as the robot's... She winced and gripped her arm. No doubt she had done something to it, sending such powerful vibrations into her own body. Not only was her arm hurting, but she could feel the motion sickness catching up with her. And just like that, Eliott wasn't so cocky anymore. [color=red]"U-ugh... Mmmnnh... M-mister Ricardo...? I-I made myself s-sick... again."[/color] Groaned Eliott, her demeanor and tone of voice completely reverting to her other self. [color=red]"M-might... t-take a break..."[/color] Dawn didn't know about any record either. It just seemed like something positive to say. With the backlash of sound and the quietness that followed as she got the robot off of her, Phoenix was saying something about not completely destroying the robots since they are really expensive, and Horizon chided him for doing so. Alas, sound would return just as [color=gold]"-well, it's probably fine."[/color] She proved to have a warriors spirit and Dawn raised his fist in a pump that was nothing but encouraging. [color=gold]"Remind me next time, and I'll make sure they got some distance next time. But still, who would want to miss what you just did?"[/color] And then Elliott looked like she may have twisted somethign and that was Dawn's cue to rush over, merely to offer an arm should she need the support. [color=gold]"Uh oh. Looks like you partied a little too hard."[/color] He nodded with a smile plastered on his face as he placed and arm behind her, again if she needed it, but knew well enough alone to not touch her in such a fragile state. [color=gold]"Don't push it Decibel, if you need to hit the infirmary, it's not a big deal. It just meant you put your all into that fight. A commendable feat!"[/color] [color=red]"Commendable...? Mmmmnh... I did O-OK..."[/color] She winced again. Definitely went overboard, though Dawn may not be familiar with her injury. She took his hand with her undamaged arm, using it to get herself to her feet, able to stand on her own two feet. [color=red]"I-I'm going to g-go to the infirmary... M-maybe lie down... a bit... Ugh..."[/color] Her quesy stomach was only getting worse, and she had a faint feeling she'd throw up if she didn't settle her stomach soon. Eliott made her way to the guards by the door without interruption, who wasted no time putting her back in restraints. [color=gold]"Get some rest. You did great today!"[/color] He called after her. He made a grimace when the guards put her in restraints. [color=gold]"Hey come on now! The girl's hurt, have you no shame!?"[/color] He folded his arms and gave the accompanying guards a scary glare. He was going to give their Oversight Chairman a piece of his mind how to treat his friends. It was almost like they were prisoners or something.