Care to Dance? (Alessandra)

[James Zect]

"Activate Reaper Sim. 7," James called, standing in the danger room alone. He needed to get some training done, and the foot of snow on the ground said he wasn't going to the boardwalk today anyway. In his hand, the staff he'd carved out himself the previous summer. He wasn't dressed... warmly to say the least. The bottom of his shirt looked like it'd been torn apart, revealing just around his waist and stomach. His black jeans had a smiliar problem, torn off so the cuffs were gone.

Both were a little tight on him. The Jeans not so much as the shirt though. He wanted to be able to breathe, and be able to have children. On the shirt was a very faded skull that'd been there for a while, but through many washings you could barely tell it was there. It wasn't exactly proper battle attire, but he liked the outfit. And he wasn't about to jump into a cloak and skull mask again sometime soon.

His eyes sprang open, shifting to blue as he activated his power and a board of energy appeared beneath him, taking just out of range of a missile attack that was launched at him. That didn't usually happen. Reaper 7 was against a couple of Brotherhood simulades on Alkali Lake. This was a....

He turned around and managed to dodge a second missile sent in his direction. The large purplish robot behind him made him gulp, as the danger room quickly changed into a sewer. He took a glance at the glass that lead to the control room and scowled. Someone had to have turned off the voice control and put on the manual ones to mess with him or something. Either way... this probably wasn't going to end to well for him.

Oh well, so long as they didn't put it on level 6 or up he was good.... 5 usually gave him a workout. 6 he usually woke up in the medical room. A white blade of energy formed at one end of the staff, turning it into a scythe. A black blade of energy formed at the other end, turning it into a double ended one. "Care to Dance?" he muttered to himself as he charged the sentinal.

"Mutant identified," it said, and attempted to 'swat' him out of the air with it's giant hand. He managed to dodge and cut alone it's arm, up to its head. He was preparing to cut its head straight off, when a burst of energy shot from its eyes and knocked him onto the ground. His concentration, on the board at least, shattered, and he plummeted to the ground, shards of the energy exploding into his legs and into the sentinal, the only good part.

He hit the ground with a hard thud. It sure felt real... which probably wasn't a good thing. "This is going to hurt...", he said, and struggled to his feet, using the staff as a crutch. He'd managed to cling to his concentration enough to keep the blades in tact. He absorbed the shards in his body, and felt the blood flow slightly. "A lot..."

[Alessandra Withers]

Alessandra walked into the danger room not expecting to see anyone else in there, and to her surprise a certain someone happened to be there. A smirk crossed her lips as she watched him walk into the danger room with the settings, she glanced over, on a level and set up he didn't preferably like. As it started she knew it was too late to change it but she could definitely help him get out of the messy situation. This program was definitely not fair in how hard it could be on the person in it. She had on her black pants and sleeveless shirt, ready to punch a couple of things. Now she was going to have to air blast and sound thrash quite a few large metal objects.

She moved quickly to get into the fight and stepped in right as he fell to the ground. With a quick move she made it to his side, "Looks like you are getting beat up." She joked as she looked up at him with her ice blue eyes and a smirk plastered on her face, "Need some help?" She quirked an eyebrow as she turned her icy gaze to the metal robot. She could feel her powers building inside of her as she built some of the wind around herself. She turned for a moment, "Bet I'll take it down before you." She grinned as she took off into the air and set a sharp blast of air at the robot before she made a quick move towards its head hoping to send a shockwave of vibrations through it's system.

This usually disturbed the wiring and system inside of it and the mainframe most often was in the head. Metal talking objects were her favorite to take down, mainly because they would go haywire and explode, well their head would before they crashed to the ground. She chuckled at the thought as she sent another sharp blast at the robot, a grin crossing as she watched it try to swat at her. She was capable of flying and there was no way she could get knocked off of anything. Her flight pattern was the only thing at risk if she got hit by something, which didn't worry her so much.

"Come and get me you pile of metal junk." She taunted the robot as she watched for James' next move towards the robot.

[James Zect]

James watched Alessandra walk in through thin air, thanks to the holographic projection making him unable to see the door, and he shook his head. He didn't know how high the setting on the equipment was, and he wasn't sure what exactly he was going to be able to do with her. However, so long as they beat it without ending up with 3 or more broken bones, he'd be good. The worst injury he'd ever taken he'd inflicted himself, and he'd banged himself up pretty good. Second worst was against a few other students.

"Depends," he asked as he got to his feet. "If you're going to make a lot of bad jokes probably not." She and he both turned up to the robot and he raised his hand. The blades on the edge of the staff were reabsorbed into his body. The tip of his left hand to his shoulder became encased in white energy that bore the appearence to a gauntlet.

"Loser buys dinner," he said, and jumped into the air, forgoing the board for a whip of energy wrapped around the neck of the sentinal. He propelled himself up into the air and he cut across the torso as he went up. The cut on the robot was rather shallow, but it didn't particularly matter to him that much. It was more to just get up to the top of the sentinal. He couldn't pierce it with his energy. That was how he hurt himself the time before.

He generated a blade of energy and tossed it at Alessandra, making it take on the general shape of a long knife. "Try and take out the eye with it so I'm not taken down again." he said, jumping off the top of the Sentinal before a missile hit him. He couldn't really do to much right now. Before he hit the ground the board generated beneath him and he went back into the air again.