Musashi's blades move almost too fast at this point for a human eye to keep up, but she's not fighting a human opponent. The entire time her swords dance around the machine, it analyzes, records, observes...and adjusts. The faster Musashi moves, the more it adjusts its speed to match hers, even as its hydraulics and servos begin to scream in agony as the AI pushes its shell deeper into the red zone to keep up with the Heroic Servant. Musashi fights a two-pronged battle; a clash of swords with one hand, while the other parries and deflects each strike of its other arm as it raises back up with another crunching, grinding noise, always aiming for the wrist or elbow to deflect the blows rather than risk it touching her sword, corroding its metal away into nothing.
Her hearing is sharp, keener than a normal humans, and she's vaguely aware of Lucy muttering something behind them, but focused as she is and the din of battle drown out what exactly. She does hear the thump as her body hits the ground, but she can't exactly go to the other woman's aid. She'll just have to trust that Lucy knows what she's doing.
Thankfully, that trust comes incredibly easily.
Suddenly, the creature lurches suddenly to the side with an electronic, static-like screech, throwing its attack off-balance. Is this what a real netrunner is capable of? Most impressive! Musashi won't waste the opportunity, and as the creature is thrown off-balance she aims a careful, precise slash at the elbow of that annoying free arm.
With another screech, the appendage comes loose just below the elbow, falling to the ground, writhing for a second as overheated servos and hydraulics continue to function for a few seconds even after being disconnected. The AI has to scuttle backwards, sword arcing this way and that to dissuade Musashi from pressing her attack.
Some breathing room gained, she risks a glance back towards Lucy, sees her sprawled out on the floor of the alley and for a moment—just a moment—there's a flash of panic, of an enemy she might have missed, a flaw in her defense that allowed something to sneak by and—
No. No, Lucy's fine. She's inside the AI right now, playing merry hell on its subroutines and data architecture. That opening was all her.
Focusing on the enemy in front of her, Musashi goes on the offensive. The AI's response time is fast, quite fast...but not as fast as it was a few seconds ago. It's fighting a battle on two fronts now, and one of them is internal. And it did itself no favours wearing out its joints and internal workings trying to keep up with her at full speed; the sword arm jerks, in fits and starts due to its overworked, over-stressed metallic joints.
In the battlefield that is the machine's cyberscape, no sooner has Lucy's avatar yanked the errant line of programming than do streams of black, chaotically-coded ICE come shooting outwards towards her, to shut down, eject, fry the invading cyberware to a smoking crisp.
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Her hearing is sharp, keener than a normal humans, and she's vaguely aware of Lucy muttering something behind them, but focused as she is and the din of battle drown out what exactly. She does hear the thump as her body hits the ground, but she can't exactly go to the other woman's aid. She'll just have to trust that Lucy knows what she's doing.
Thankfully, that trust comes incredibly easily.
Suddenly, the creature lurches suddenly to the side with an electronic, static-like screech, throwing its attack off-balance. Is this what a real netrunner is capable of? Most impressive! Musashi won't waste the opportunity, and as the creature is thrown off-balance she aims a careful, precise slash at the elbow of that annoying free arm.
With another screech, the appendage comes loose just below the elbow, falling to the ground, writhing for a second as overheated servos and hydraulics continue to function for a few seconds even after being disconnected. The AI has to scuttle backwards, sword arcing this way and that to dissuade Musashi from pressing her attack.
Some breathing room gained, she risks a glance back towards Lucy, sees her sprawled out on the floor of the alley and for a moment—just a moment—there's a flash of panic, of an enemy she might have missed, a flaw in her defense that allowed something to sneak by and—
No. No, Lucy's fine. She's inside the AI right now, playing merry hell on its subroutines and data architecture. That opening was all her.
Focusing on the enemy in front of her, Musashi goes on the offensive. The AI's response time is fast, quite fast...but not as fast as it was a few seconds ago. It's fighting a battle on two fronts now, and one of them is internal. And it did itself no favours wearing out its joints and internal workings trying to keep up with her at full speed; the sword arm jerks, in fits and starts due to its overworked, over-stressed metallic joints.
In the battlefield that is the machine's cyberscape, no sooner has Lucy's avatar yanked the errant line of programming than do streams of black, chaotically-coded ICE come shooting outwards towards her, to shut down, eject, fry the invading cyberware to a smoking crisp.