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Kazuya sat cross legged in the Sensorium's recreation of the Hon-maru temple deep in meditation. The shrine in front of him remained untouched, but the scene behind him looked like a war zone. The usually large open and pristine hardwood floor was covered in large craters, and there were several holes in the ceiling where the cloudless night sky could be seen. The scene itself was oddly serene, considering it would take only a simple gesture on Kazuya's part to start a simulation where an army of androids would attack him.
For now though, he was simply meditating. So much had happened in the short time he had been on the ship. He had lost the driving cause he had to live; bringing his father to justice and ending his family's cursed bloodline. He had also lost the one thing keeping him sort of sane, the hope of finding his lover.
With so much on his mind, his other self was vying for control of him. He was outwardly calm and peaceful, but any psychics in the area would easily pick up on the vicious battle for control for his mind.
For now though, he was simply meditating. So much had happened in the short time he had been on the ship. He had lost the driving cause he had to live; bringing his father to justice and ending his family's cursed bloodline. He had also lost the one thing keeping him sort of sane, the hope of finding his lover.
With so much on his mind, his other self was vying for control of him. He was outwardly calm and peaceful, but any psychics in the area would easily pick up on the vicious battle for control for his mind.
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—the ring on her finger glints in the light, and the android bounces off an invisible surface in midair, skidding past her at a slant. Her other hand reaches out, and a full-sized silver mace (http://i50.tinypic.com/2z8umud.jpg) flares out from it, twisting in her grip as light as a feather to slam through its head. The weapon, for its part, is completely undamaged and even still shiny.
She twists, smashing off the attacking limbs of another with the mace, using its unwieldy-looking length to compensate for the short reach of her own arms.
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—the android skids up past her as though it had hit an invisible ramp surrounding her, finally plummeting to a stop against another wall.
"That's not very nice," she says, grabs by the arm another android that was about to attack her, and seemingly-effortlessly chucks it like a shotput at Kazuya.