Amal quickly slid over to Claire’s side, unclasped her armor with expert precision, and tossed it aside. Underneath, blood poured out of numerous bullet wounds across her body. Claire herself was hyperventilating, even as her blood flowed away. “Take it easy,” said Amal. “Breathe slowly. I’ve got
“Thanks,” she told Amal. “I thought I was done for, and…” Amal simply hugged her tightly in response. “Not while I’m around,” she interrupted. “Uh, a little help?” cried Max. He was busy fending off the Hallowed, as they peeked around the corners and fired into their cover. The desk was riddled
Security Intelligence looked over the entire circuit with watchful eyes. Its logarithms spun in endless loops as it waited patiently for any disruption. It watched out if even a single digit was modified or destroyed. Its code knew to expect another attack, after all, it didn’t get the chance to el
Two of Miko’s mirrors wreaked havoc on Network and Diagnostics. They tore into the code with incredible vigor and destructive power. She poured everything she had into disrupting the logic circuit, and tore its code to pieces with every movement she made. Like before, she imagined she was some grea
Claire was massively distressed by their sudden onslaught. She kept her beamlance on and cut a number of them in half even as they advanced. But the gun became hotter and hotter in her hands, to the point where it became painful to hold. But even despite that, she tightened her grip and kept the tr
Other than that, Eva was doing well. She glanced over at the synth and gave her an approving nod. “You’re one tough chick, you know that?” she said. “I do gotta admit that your Father has given you some great gifts. Too bad they’re saddled with all the other shit, too.” Callie, still incensed with
The Prophets’ Security Intelligence slowed to a crawl as it launched its attack on Miko’s Prime Mirror Ghost. It had bared all of its available weapons and prepared to eviscerate her to pieces. But it couldn’t even budge. Or rather, it barely budged. Deprived of precious system resources, the cir
Her mind could hardly wrap around the concept, but she figured it was something like her Ascendant Form - a sort of deep awareness that encompassed everything. The mansion’s gathering hall had been completely cleared of whatever it used to have inside, and a makeshift mecha bay had been installed