Well, the observation holds a lot of truth when taking into consideration the magitech troopers she’s fought alongside in the past, though Aranea holds a preference for working with humans, her ilk of fellow mercenaries. People that can actually emote and feel something, somewhere. 2B comes pretty close to that.
Realizing that she is nearing in the stage of death that would permanently end the simulation, Aranea doesn’t attack her again. Starting to slowly circle around the android girl, she peers up at the skies and attempted to formulate a way to by herself some more time except for just stalling and… goading. She doesn’t mean to be completely ill-natured, but she’s curious with an inclination for teasing and determined with a strong disdain for even an inevitable defeat. ]
Thought you’d be made for combat. What’d you have to do out there— serve your master?
[ In this very moment, the commodore realizes that though she has done a number on the Olympian grunts, there remain stragglers. Attracted to her weakened state, a muscular man sporting spikey white-blonde hair and steel polished to a reflective glint hurls a large axe at her. She parries, just in time, but Aranea’s distracted by the new company as she pushes back against the Olympian’s strength. ]
2B
[ Wait. What did she just say about 2B?
Well, the observation holds a lot of truth when taking into consideration the magitech troopers she’s fought alongside in the past, though Aranea holds a preference for working with humans, her ilk of fellow mercenaries. People that can actually emote and feel something, somewhere. 2B comes pretty close to that.
Realizing that she is nearing in the stage of death that would permanently end the simulation, Aranea doesn’t attack her again. Starting to slowly circle around the android girl, she peers up at the skies and attempted to formulate a way to by herself some more time except for just stalling and… goading. She doesn’t mean to be completely ill-natured, but she’s curious with an inclination for teasing and determined with a strong disdain for even an inevitable defeat. ]
Thought you’d be made for combat. What’d you have to do out there— serve your master?
[ In this very moment, the commodore realizes that though she has done a number on the Olympian grunts, there remain stragglers. Attracted to her weakened state, a muscular man sporting spikey white-blonde hair and steel polished to a reflective glint hurls a large axe at her. She parries, just in time, but Aranea’s distracted by the new company as she pushes back against the Olympian’s strength. ]