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[h3]St. Peterburgh, Russia
Midnight // JANUARY, 24[/h3]
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For a few minutes, Eleven continued to simply let the place soak in her rot. The room she was in soon filled with the toxic mist, rapidly aging the unprotected room by what looked to be decades. Not that it bothered her, but she could also feel her own cloak and bandages rapidly deteriorating. Mildly annoying, really, but it was fine in the end. Less things getting in her way or slowing her down. A heavy cloak was not made for agile movement.

Using her left had, Eleven drew one of her Iridium blades. Bullets would likely not do to much against those mechanical dolls, but with her strength and agility she should easily be able to handle them now that their armor should be weakening. Slowly, Eleven began exiting the room, mist trailing behind her as she walked calmly out into the hallways. Finding the mechanical toys, she quickly realized a few things - they had apparently spotted the mist and were moving in on her location. Annoyingly, they still seemed to be covering for the other. Even the one in the 'rear' was annoyingly being observed by at least one other.

Worse still, they seemed to still be made out of some corrosion resistant material. Iridium? No, it was still corroding, but at a much slower rate still it seemed.

Eleven growled.

[color=a36209]"Fancy little things, aren't they. Tricky little things, keh-heh."[/color] Well, that was fine. Fine fine fine [i]FINE.[/i] Eleven exhaled, running down the opposite hallway for at least, an attempt at a flanking maneuver. Her biggest ally here would be her own mobility and flexibility. Big targets. Big, predictable targets.

Having enough of skulking about, Eleven made her first move.

Like a feral animal she leaped out of a doorway, the tip of her blade poised to sink into the space between the robots head and neck as her clawed feet gripped its body. A thick, concentrated blast of corrosive mist followed alongside the edge of her blade, sending it deep into the machine's insides while delivering a concentrated blast from her mouth, intending to weaken the armor from within and the outside at the same time. As soon as she delivered the blow, she'd push off with her feet, intending on ducking back out of the room, thickening the mist behind her to cover her retreat in hopes of engaging in guerilla tactics, slowly weakening her opponents before taking them out.