Tactician: standard (rank 1)
As I quickly run to the bathroom I start to put my plan into action. I grab a waste basket and flip it over right away. Trying to step on it I reach up to the air duct I remember from the mansion schematics. As I watch the grate loosen I suddenly feel a force on my shoulders. Suddenly I’m dragged down onto the floor as I curse out loud.
“God damn it!” I start to thrash like a maniac as I can feel myself being pulled towards the door way that opens up. As I’m forced to my feet I pull my right foot up and slam it hard down onto the floor. The howl of pain echoes through the back of my skull as I feel the weight jump onto my back. My eyes close, I feel like I’m about to black out again as I grow desperate to get free.
Spinning like a top I ram my back up against the wall. I hear the crack of the mirror and I think to myself success!” I keep spinning and smacking as I feel this person’s hands cover my eyes. Tiles break, dry wall cracks, doors are slammed into each one eliciting a low guttural grunt until finally I feel their weight off of my back.
Not thinking twice and not looking back I quickly climb the waste basket into the duct, making sure to pull the grate closed behind me.
Dance of Blades
Piercing Weapon: standard (rank 1)
The sharp tearing of a bullet hit me right in my shoulder as I scream out loud, my yell echoing in the cavernous metal tunnel way of the airduct. How did they manage to hit me? Not matter, they can’t be far away and now I got them where I want them. I clasp my hands together, concentrating as the knives from under my dress fly out and start to cut though the metal underneath me. As soon as they do they fly towards the floor as I watch my assailant stumble away in the hall.
I drop to the floor as I summon my knives to circle me again. Twisting and turning as I rush towards my attacker, trying to slide them to ribbons I watch as pieces of her clothes shred and tear from the tips of my blades. My feet light on the floor as I grab two of the knives in mid air and start slashing and stabbing at my opponent.
I get fancy, I get cocky, I guess that’s why I didn’t see the upper cut smack me hard in my chin.
Acrobat: standard (rank 1)
After the first few blows I realize I can’t keep on being a human punching bag. When I get my bearing straight I grab her arm on the wrist and elbow flipping over her back as I shove hard. The poor sucker is sent sprawling to the floor, spinning around quickly to face me as I land on my feet. She puts her fist up again and she comes at me with all that she’s got. This time however I’m ready. Each blow misses, glances my cheek as I flip and bounce off the walls. She finally goes for one hay maker and I simply tilt my head back letting it just nip my nose.
The moon light casts over the two of us from a large bay window as I look at her stepping into it. As she does I start to move closer clutching onto my knife. Just as I think I’m going to see her face she grabs her head screaming out as she stumbles back into the darkness. I think she’s gone mad when all of the sudden the piercing buzz begins to echo in my head as well.
Duplication: standard (rank 1)
When the buzzing stops I put my fists up and go to attack her. I know I can’t fail, I know I must stop her in some way. She’s still grabbing her head stumbling into the moon light when I pull my fist up and am about to strike until I finally see her face. I stop; my mouth is wide open as I am unable to breathe. It’s like looking into mirror, her hair a shade of black and an eye patch over her eye but she looked exactly like me, my dead ringer. I can see that she’s staring back at me in just as much shock as I am before it seems like reality gets to her before it does to me. Turning to the window she throws her knives crashing it down as she jumps out escaping into the night.