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A twitch of the nose flagged an interloper entering the environs of his gift. Tints of human flesh, but mixed with the whiff of mechanical parts had jumped into his range. Needless to say, the bizarre emanation piqued the male's curiosity and wariness. The very moment he noticed their presence, the Coyote took initiative.
"We're leaving." he stated, without a single explanation. His eyes were the only form of communication, staring deep into Crazy Eight's eyes, hoping it'd be enough to persuade the woman that he had reasons behind his actions. Reaching into his left pocket, Faust pulled up enough to cover the price for both shares and then some, dropping it upon the table and departed the patisserie. The scene was a dismal one, the divorce of a man and his sweets.
Problematic, but it was the duty of a Grimoire Heart member to adapt to all outlandish plights presented. The moving pile of metal seemed to drag itself closer, homing in on the two Grimoire Heart members. Faust weighed his choices, considering multiple ways to play it out, ensuring both safety and accomplishment as factors of his scheme. His feral instincts took over, bringing over his canine side. His brain no longer thought about things on the defensive, but a mix of both offensive and stealthy tactics.
"Could I borrow your axe?" he'd ask, though the fire in his eyes numbly stated he wouldn't take no for an answer. The humane side of the Coyote didn't prefer attacking from the shadows; often times it seemed barbaric and without class, definitely missing the chivalrous aspect of it all. However, the agent sought redemption. The symbol on his tongue lit up for a second, though no one could see it through his dust mask.
Always using hand signals and utter silence to direct his partner on how to tail him, how to move about, Faust ventured to another shop across from the bakery. The coffee shop was perfect. Inside, there were tables and a common folk, playing with what seemed like a new tech lacrima. Just right outside, there were a few more tables, starting from the window until the slabs of stone that provided a little space before the door blocked it from extending any further. A waiter immediately approached them, despite the intimidating and interesting features the three entities provided, wanted to serve them.
"Just two iced waters please." Faust asked, thanking the man with a nod of his head before allowing him to retreat into the shop. Seconds later, he approached with fresh coffees. But Faust wasn't adamant on paying a second time. He simply wished for some time to inform his partner of the events that were to transpire. The very second the waiter dispersed, Faust initiated the conversation.
"Something interesting is going to show up soon." he began.
"Perhaps it's the call the begin the mission. It'll be here soon."As if in correspondence to his prediction, the heap of metal appeared. A women walked towards them, carrying a bag filled with mysteries. He sniffed once more and confirmed the suspicions; she was the one. Whether or not she was the objective wasn't evident to Faust till her left hand displayed the white tattoo of the guild of wonders.
"She's the one." he'd whisper to his comrade. There was no likelihood for her to determine what was just discussed; she was still at least twenty meters afar. In time, she made her way just a meter from the group of three. The mission had initiated.
The very moment the metal-girl turned her head ever-so-slightly right towards the bakery shop, the Coyote had launched the axe in his right hand like a projectile towards hers. His form was considerably perfect. Before release, he had eyed the female's neck area and calculated the rough estimates for the axe the attack. Noting the size and weight of the weapon in his hands, he brought it towards his right, twisted his upper body towards the right for windup, and executed the blast with precision, letting go of the axe only half a second before his wrist was perpendicular off the floor. Such an attack should have severed both the subclavian and carotid arteries, resulting in a momentarily stunned target. Had that been the case, the Coyote'd rush towards his target and knock her flat on her feet. With a push and pull motion committed by his arms, attached to the blade from when he rushed up, he used his right foot to kick the woman in the chest. This action brought the axe back into his arms, in which he slashed the same area once more, providing a clean cut to demolish the individual.
With the axe in hand, the Coyote analyzed his surroundings, hoping no one else was here to attack. He had sniffed out someone else entering the area not long before, but didn't have time to react. As timing had it, a partner seemed to have shown up. What luck.
- OOC:
Predator: Lycan's can smell anything and everything, precisely, in a 25 meter radius.
Lycanthrope: Just by being a Lycan, there's a physical boost of 20% to all three stats, permanently.
Transformation: Lycan transformation gives Faust 40% to his three physical stats in exchange for 5% of total mana per post. It was activated with the phrase: "His feral instincts took over, bringing over his canine side."
Cursed Seal: Grimoire Heart symbol allows someone to have a 30% increase to STR and SPD for three posts. It was activated with the phrase: "The symbol on his tongue lit up for a second, though no one could see it through his dust mask."
This places Faust's buffs to his STR, END, and SPD at 90%, 60%, and 90% respectively.
Updated Stats:
- STR - 28 (90% of 15 = 13, 13 + 15 = 28)
- END - Something small
- SPD - Something small
- Hit Claims:
Claiming a KO to Snowflake due to two slices to two major/vital arteries.
A couple things to note are:
- Timeline Manipulation | Because she didn't specify when her actions occurred, I manipulated it so that by the time she noticed the bakery,
we were to her left.
- Filling in the Blanks | I couldn't find where her position one, therefore unable to fight at all. Therefore, her position was filled in for her, being only a meter from us.
- Strength | With the weapon, I have a total of 48 STR, resulting to two hits against vitals (she has 59 END) to knock someone out.
- Timing | Due to the timing of my attack, the math wouldn't allow her to react in time. Throwing the average knife 15 meters per second. Because a throwing axe is heavier, I put it at 10 meters per second as the fastest speed Faust could chuck it at. Being a meter away, Snowflake has 0.1 second before the hit lands the first time. She can't react visually because her attention was towards the bakery. It takes 0.15 for touch stimulus. As for sound, the only unusual sound would have been the knife flying, in which audio stimulus is 0.17 seconds.
This is all under the assumption I have Alyssa's axe.
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