Aiyanna materialized in the battlefield atop one of the large 'O's in the Simulator, she surveyed her surroundings, piercing blue orbs narrowing as she checked and scanned, illuminating the darkness with directional scanners and specialized sensors built into her senses. "Combat Protocol..." She muttered

Graystone Industries Combat Protocol V2-4.2a

Analyzing battlefield.... done!

Analyzing tactical outcome.... Done!

Analyzing suit integrity.... done!

Analyzing opponent magical signatures.... locking on.... done!

Results;

Commencing tactical assessment... magical primitive detected... threat level... 0% Chance of enemy victory 0%

Initiating directive 7-3-9-5

Chance of directive hinderance... 0% 'The last domino falls here'

Established stratagem; disable magical energies, eradicate primitive.

As the text scrolled across her view, she offered up a smile as things seemed to look in her favor. A loud hiss echoed through the battlefield as her helmet and visor sealed and concealed her face, an audible hiss echoing from her helmet as it pressurized, the vocoder increased her voice to allow her opponent to hear her demands. "I will give you one chance, surrender and leave this battlefield, or I will show you no mercy, the chance of your victory is zero percent according to my calculations." She then grinned and unclasped her energy blade, holding it out to her side she depressed the ignition slider and the blade barked and belched fourth a five foot long blade, shimmering blue in hue.

"I just need to get in close." She said to herself, as the battlefield lit up and her suit began to run it's calculations. "Disable and eradicate..." She said, as she steadied herself and firmly kept her feet in the ground below her. She assessed her opponent at range, the suit's systems homing and zooming in, it began to highlight Khayyam's vital areas, utilizing a series of heat sensors, and motion sensors to lock onto major arteries and ligaments, in this stage Aiyanna was efficiently mapping out Khayyam's body, so she would know exactly where to strike.

As she stood there, she began to initiate a series of other protocols, the armor flickered for a moment and she checked an icon on the corner of her vision, as the suit shimmered, a white seemingly second skin formed just an inch from the suit's armor plate, it flickered for several long moments, then became visible before dying back down, vanishing from sight, the status bar of her energy shield showing full. "Shields have stabilized..." She said as she initiated several other systems, including a passive anti-mana defense field, designed to disable an enemy's magical abilities within five feet of her person, with defenses engaged, she was ready to face her opponent.

"We’ve come this far why disappoint the viewers? " Khayyam voiced his reply. "If the odds are stacked so heavily in your favor set aside your hi-tech toys and we’ll settle this the good ol’ fashioned way?"

This gave Aiyanna pause for just a moment as she accessed her sister somewhere in the AI Banks of the suit's many micro-computrons.

"It's a trick, that disgusting magic user wants to separate you from your only defense against his wiles." Aiyanna-A Chimed in on a small screen in the corner of Aiyanna's gaze.

The Vocoder clacked on, and Aiyanna chirped her response, a sly grin creeping across her face, concealed by the opaque plazen visor.

"If you wish to settle this the old fashioned way, then you must disable your magical abilities, and your psionics, only then will I shed my combat skin, and engage you hand to hand." That was Aiyanna's ultimatum, spoken behind the impenetrable defenses of her suit, it's black finish blending in with the stage, making her extremely difficult to see, this was only exacerbated more as it seemed the suit gave off the illusion that it was transparent, she was slowly calibrating her optical camouflage, preparing it for deployment. She considered additional countermeasures, with the rules for this stage scrolling across her field of vision, she scowled.

"No flight, inertial dampeners are out, but inertial dampeners are two way streets." She said to herself before she brought up another status screen, she was busy calibrating her inertial dampeners to extend their field of influence outwards several feet, perhaps five or six, as the suit's microfusion cells diverted power to the dampeners, she tasked two with projecting a bubble of antigravity, this defensive countermeasure was designed to make her opponent lose their footing in the low gravity and be easily pushed from the lettering, the third dampening module was engaged to make Aiyanna heavier, and more difficult to remove from the stage, this was coupled with gravitic boots engaging their specialized graviton fields, clasping her boots to the lettering firmly to decrease the chances of losing her footing, the suit compensated by increasing power to the articulators. Aiyanna would be quick and agile despite these adjustments to the local gravity around her person.

After all, any suit designed to function in the cold blackness of space, was bound to have magnetic boots.

She watched Khayyam prepare his attacks, several icons locked onto the fabric snake he conjured, and the fabrics interlaced with his musculature. "One good anti-mana pulse would paralyze him, like sheep for the slaughter." She said with a grin, before her free hand moved to her hip, and promptly detached an Anti-mana pulse grenade wired to a proximity fuse, sliding a small lever forward, the grenade whined and several power cores within charged their lethal pulse. She was ready for him, opting to mount a defensive stratagem, lure him into a trap, and finish him.

"You claim you wish to fight the old fashioned way, how do I know you will honor your side of the bargain, if you wish it to be even of course." pierced the air through her loudspeaker.

She calculated the distance he was from her, twenty-three metrons, or Meters, he could reach her in several seconds, plenty of time for her to deploy her traps, Aiyanna-A's face flickering back into Aiyanna's view.

"Let his hubris be his downfall, your suit's tricks should more than suffice, throw him off balance, and finish him."

Aiyanna chuckled as Khayyam voiced another set of words.

“You must realize I have as much of a chance of disabling my magical abilities, and psionics, as you to be considered a ‘real’ girl. It is a part of who I am and as such cannot simply be removed.”

This resulted in a laugh to come from the vocoder, the faceless android watching and allowing her suit to prepare the next set of defensive countermeasures.

"I will take great pleasure in rending your magical energies from you, and watching you slowly die." The shimmering of optical camouflage suddenly allowed Aiyanna to completely fade into nothingness, not even a tinge of movement or a shimmer of an outline, energy fields seamlessly bent light around the android, and thus allowed her to remain concealed despite the bright lighting that illuminated her position.

Even as you speak you ready your own brand of witchcraft. Do you plan to barbeque me in your mystical inferno as well charlatan? No faith in your own physical prowess; even against an aged tentmaker?”

“Despite your boasts you are nothing without your beloved technology.”

Aiyanna growled, and then replied. "I am the personification of technology, you said it yourself, i am not a 'real girl' I am nothing but machine and nerve, and I have my mind concluded... you are but flesh and faith, and the more deluded." It was strange, two voices laced in one, one voice somewhat demonic, laced with Aiyanna's own.

"I have beaten fleets of thousands, consumed a galaxy of flesh, and mind, and bone... resistance is futile... Now are we going to stand here insulting eachother, or are you going to come at me so I can vaporize you." The voice changed again, two voices in one. Aiyanna-A had taken over her sister, and was ready to fight. The taunts would continue until someone made a move, the anti-mana pulse grenade was held in one hand, and the beam saber in another, extinguished so the shimmering blade would not reveal her location, Aiyanna slowly backed up, and crouched into a position. As she backed up however, a faint shimmer formed on her outline, and the transparency was distorted slightly, as if one was looking through a clouded shower door, only to settle back into seamless transparency once she was still again.

"A... why isn't he coming for me, he just plays with his fabric, he's preparing something..."

"You're ready for him, when he makes his move you will be ready."

Aiyanna was silent as her target continued to taunt her.

"Despite your accolades one day soon you too will find yourself replaced, just as you have supplanted the prototype before you. Was that Her I detected earlier piggy backing on your voice protocols during your proclamation?”

“An angry imp. Sounds like Her list of accomplishments rather than your own.”

“Quite the legacy to live up to isn’t it?”

Aiyanna growled and retorted.

"My sister and I are one in the same your feeble mind would not comprehend that, and the civilization that created me has since collapsed, there'll be no replacements."


Aiyanna sneered and her targeting systems locked onto the figure before her. Red icons hovered over him for a moment as she angrily grasped the grenade, she took a step forward, and like a major league pitcher, she threw the grenade upwards of one hundred and fifteen miles per hour, hurling it towards her target. The Grenade coursed along it's thrown path, and was headed directly for the dancing veils that remained on the letter before her. The sheer kinetic force behind the grenade gave it push, and should it be caught up in the dancing veils, the small delay timer would run out, triggering the proximity charge of the grenade and unloading the charge in the massive energy core. The anti-mana pulse traveled in a radius of fifty feet in all directions, this was the maximum effective radius of the anti-mana pulse, which shredded through magical energies, both inert and active. The pulse beyond fifty feet began to degrade, reaching it's maximum radii of seventy-five feet, beyond this fifty feet concentrated pulse, one could feel their magical energies destabilize, and spell coherency would be lost for two turns.

Should the grenade pass through the fabric defense, it would proceed on it's course towards Khayyam, with the delay timer running out, it would release it's pulse, and likely impact it's target with the force of a major league pitch.

Aiyanna watched silently, before she disengaged her optical camouflage, and decreased the intensity of her inertial dampeners, before she engaged in a run across the O, with her Inertial dampeners disengaged slightly, she made her leap towards the edge of the 'r' in simulator, she paused for a moment, before her magnetic boots and inertial dampeners engaged once more, she crouched and disengaged them before engaging in a twenty feet leap towards the dancing veils, while in mid-air she ignited her blade, which extended outwards and shimmered brightly for a moment. Aiyanna landed on the first S in uses and she stared at the veils.

"This is going to be easy, fabrics are weak." She then prepared her sword and she stepped towards the E, with the gap separating them. She prepared her plasma grenade, detaching it from her bandoleer and igniting the core within the powerful explosive. Sliding a small slider forward, the weapon whined and prepared to ignite the condensed core which provided the super heated fluoride plasma for ignition. She grasped the weapon, and ran the numbers as particle collisions contained in the sphere prepared the plasma, which would sear through the veils and possible her opponent with flash-temperatures up to 54,032 ºF.

The fuse was lit and the grenade was held, she cooked it, allowing the timer in the grenade to count down, calculating the distance between her and her opponent, calculating.

Aiyanna maintained her attack, even with the canister thwarted in the defence of colourful veils that continued to dance about, she contemplated and prepared her next string of attacks, ignoring the veils as they poked and prodded, her mind solely on her opponent. The suit's systems then registered his telekinetic attack, which registered on the defense systems of the suit. Each magnetically attached grenade was attached to the central computron. As the icons flashed red signifying their armament she was at work sending a string of codes to the suit's computer. The defence was mounted and each grenade was deactivated by an over-ride command code. No physical manipulation of these grenades would bring any further result as long as they were physically attached to their magnetic clasps. Instantly, the threat was thwarted and Aiyanna exploited Khayyam's lack of technological understanding.


"Psionics? Do you think I am ill-prepared for your psychic tricks?" She said aloud as the psychic energy encircled her with the veils and Khayyam's feeble attempts to set off her weapons. With a brief recalibration of her internal Psionic inhibitors, and her Psionic disruptor pulse emitters embedded within the suit, she prepared them for charge, while lunging forward and engaging her inertial dampeners. With her free hand, she slashed at the veils, the plasma blade likely cutting through any unlucky fabric with ease, it took roughly two seconds before her suit unleashed a pulse in a radius of ten feet in all directions, sending a painful powerful telepathic feedback towards Khayyam and aiming to sever the telekinetic holds he had on her grenades. This pulse likely seared outwards and killed the veils which were floating around her, as the anti-psi pulse surged through the psionic energies around her, destabilising and disrupting them.

She however was not going to take any chances, and decided it was time to get in close. After the Psionic disruptor unleashed it's pulse, she engaged the psionic inhibitor around her suit, this provided a simple anti-psi barrier to ward any future attempts for Khayyam to influence her with his psychic powers. If he tried he would be met with a painful feedback sent directly back to his brain by several small telepathic emitters scattered in her suit's under-gel layers.

Should the Veils be neutralised with her psionic pulse, she continued to lunge forwards towards Khayyam, she was tired of his insolence and determined she was going to take the fight up close and personal. She leaped through the veils which were now neutralised by the anti-psionic blast and towards Khayyam's position, closing the distance of fourty feet in several seconds. Leaping across each and every space with grace and ease, she aimed to leap up above him as he moved to flee, and bring the still armed plasma grenade to hurl in his direction from above. As soon as the weapon left her grasp, it would close in and detonate in three seconds, unleashing a bright green flash and a wash of fifty-thousand degree heat in all directions, the thermobaric shockwave also travelled outward, cooking anything unarmored. The sheer intense heat of the detonating plasma grenade was enough to set fire to any fabrics not made of a heat resistant material, of course nothing except trinnium and carbon could withstand the sudden flash-heat of fifty thousand degrees. The grenade would have remained active, as it was highly unlikely Khayyam could influence electronics.

If somehow the veils survived the psionic disruption, Aiyanna would bring her beam sword to lash in an upwards motion, with her finger on the armament fuse, and the grenade detached there was no viable way Khayyam could disarm it, especially with the psionic inhibitor now active in the suit. She sliced vertically upwards to shred the veils, before leaping high into the air and in a broad arch towards Khayyam, while in mid-air she launched her attack, deploying her plasma grenade to bear down on it's target, like a major league pitcher, she deployed her weapon. Allowing it to course towards it's target, as it unleashed it's superheated detonation, Aiyanna came down, ready to bring her beam sword to finish the fight, should Khayyam manage to survive the detonation. After her series of leaps and bounds, she would find herself on the letter S, ten feet away from Khayyam's V.

simulator uses this very sentence

"You're a dead man, you better make peace with your god!" She bellowed.

Aiyanna continued her descent, greeted by the blinding green flash, and the registration that the air had been flash-heated to thousands of degrees for several dozen feet around them in all directions. This wasn't an issue as the composite armor of Aiyanna's suit which it's shields, and armor diffused the heat caused by the grenade, additionally the insulation and her synthetic nature allowed her to emerge from the blast largely unscathed. However there was another issue that was posed for the rat that scurried away from the flame. For all intents and purposes it seemed that Aiyanna's grenade secured her demise, as she kept her feet down, like a cat, she twirled around and faced the h in 'this, of course the 'i' and the 's' were missing as a result of the plasma grenade, as she turned she, in a split second grabbed the grappling hook pistol at her waist, and fired her grappling hook, which careened towards the upper part of the 'h', she used the downward momentum to swing around the upper stalk of the 'h', She reeled in quickly and brought her position up upon the lower portion of the 'h'. She stared at Khayyam, analyzing his body yet again hoping that he at the very least suffered severe burns from the deployed grenade.

Once she was secure she checked her shields, they had been depleted as a result of the blast, but her anti-psi fields remained active.


She contemplated her next move, now secure in her position. She contemplated her next tactic, detaching another plasma grenade, she targeted her grenade's trajectory, she was going to cut him off and destroy the letters he stood upon one by one. This denied Aiyanna the satisfaction of killing her opponent, but at least she would claim victory in this round. Tactically the numbers ran through her mind until she activated the grenade, then like a grenadier with perfect form, she hurled the grenade in a wide arc up and over Khayyam, it, like a well placed trap landed on the 'a' in 'as.' Aiyanna then detached a second grenade, a thermite grenade which was the equivalent of Napalm, she once more with perfect form, set a proximity charge to the grenade, and quickly she hurled it in a wide arc to allow the weapon to land on the 's' in sentence. She silently waited for the plasma grenade to detonate, grinning through the faceless helmet.

When the grenade did detonate, it would likely take out it's intended target, sending another super-heated shock-wave in all directions of the weapon, the expanding sphere of super-heated plasma vaporized everything it touched, like an all-consuming monster. The grenade's super-heated plasma bloomed, and super-heated the surrounding air yet again, which was already becoming thick with ozone and other elements released by the plasma. The thermobaric shock-wave extended outwards for at least several meters, igniting the atmosphere and burning, singing everything it touched. Then, from the sudden expansion and rise of pressure around the plasma grenade, everything suddenly equalized, producing what seemed like a vacuum effect. Aiyanna grinned.

"You can run, but you cannot escape, either you fight me up close, or I will trap you and end you from afar, I have enough grenades to easily take you out."

"Check." She said, waving her energy sword in front of her, that bamboo staff would be no match in a close quarters fight. She checked her bandoleer, she had two plasma grenades, four thermite grenades, and three more Anti-mana/EMP grenades. Though she did not bother to deploy any additional grenades, she would decide to get in close, and so she unsheathed her dagger which dripped with a sickly green luminescent liquid. There was a distinct pop as the grappling hook detached from the letter, and reeled back into the pistol, once she sheathed the sinister looking combat knife, she pointed the pistol to the 's' in sentence, and calculated the range in which the hook would need to travel.

Kyrvktz station's battle simulator uses this very sentence as your stage.

This trickster was starting to annoy the synthetic, as the Grenade came hurling back towards her, she looked up as the spherical object arced towards her. She however once more had a countermeasure to influence his tricks, with a series of bit-stream commands wired through the grenade's proximity interface, the power core powered down as the Grenade was sent back towards her. This resulted in the grenade clattering and rolling harmlessly back towards her. It remained inactive, influenced by her mental commands towards it.

The Second thermite grenade met the same fate, utilising the same tactics as before, it's power core deactivated as it careened back towards her, clattering harmlessly on the ground and falling through the gap in the lettering.

"Your tricks are ineffective, you can't use my weapons against me, I have total control over them."

With the first salvo of Khayyam's tricks defeated, she heard him utter some kind of incantation, waiting for something to happen, her suit picked up on magical energies that tried to conjure around her, only to be dispersed by the anti-magic fields that were passively broadcast by her suit. The strange mucous would never conjure on her firearm, stopped by the erratic particles and energy disrupting the coherency of magical energies.

"You've got to try harder my friend." She said, calculating the trajectory of her jump. Then she engaged the suit's passive psionic dampeners. With feedback only a secondary characteristic, the suit's psionic dampeners would charge, activating and powering up, she also adjusted her inertial dampeners, making her slightly lighter, easing on the increased weight already applied by the dampeners, equalizing her back to her normal weight. She then she prepared for the leap. She was going to change her tactics now and get in close, but now she was going to use a different sort of trick.

A moment into the leap, the dampeners engaged, enveloping her with a field designed to stop any and all psionic influences by stabilizing the quantum energies around her. This was to prevent Khayyam from simply knocking her out of her leap. This also allowed her to pass through any psionic barrier that he put up, shattering through the psionic energies by destabilizing them. Completing the arch, she descended down on the first 's' in sentence, and made her way towards Khayyam.

"It's my turn for the trickery." She said, grinning as she calibrated the suit's internal holographic projector, to rearrange air particles and form two life-like completely opaque and real Aiyanna's near Khayyam, of course these were holographic, they seemed to be perfectly real, One standed on the 'n' in sentence, and the other stood on the 'e' next to the 't' in sentence. This momentary ruse would follow by Aiyanna closing the gap between the 'h' and the 's' with a sixty-five foot leap across the stage, landing behind the first Holographic Aiyanna, and igniting her energy sword.

With a quick recalibration of her inertial dampeners, she lunged forward towards the 't' in sentence, flickering through one of her holographic decoys, bringing her energy sword in a wide arc upwards in an attempt to slash at him vertically, followed by a quick horizontal slash. The superheated plasma in the blade affording it the ability to cut through any material, additionally the close proximity to Aiyanna's anti-mana field would likely drain on her opponent's magic as well. Aiyanna was done with the tricks and had come to finish the fight.

Kyrvktz station's battle simulator uses this very sentence as your stage.

Aiyanna was arched high in the air, and already her suit's systems were warning her of an impending psionic assault. Thankfully she had been prepared, and as he attempted to utilize his psionics to move her off course, nothing happened and she still retained her course, despite being able to close off the feedback, the field prevented the very psionic energies from even reaching the woman. The jump was completed with all her strength, and it sent her arching high over the gap that separated the words.

Though the two thwarts of his psionic energies would also be enough to deplete her anti-psionic field for a time, the psionic dampeners recalibrated and recharged, drawing power from one of the suit's microfusion cells. Of course the shield remained, powered until she completed her descent and found herself on solid footing again.

"Gods damn this fool has too many tricks up his sleeve." she muttered to herself as she began her descent from the wide arch, unaffected by the mental barrier and the mental diversion, as she continued her descent, she sent several command codes to the suit's central computron, and in the blink of an eye the inertial dampeners were reset, equalizing her descent.

"Anything you can do, I can do better, have you run out of tricks yet? I can beat them at every turn."

She took the pre-emptive measure of preventing any magicks from harming her, by utilizing a string of command codes she mentally armed an Anti-mana grenade. Not even bothering to set a fuse or a timer. The anti-mana grenade released it's charge nanoseconds before landing, sending it's anti-magic pulse outwards in all direction. Using the anti-mana pulse to defeat the serpent that was cast out before her, and to disrupt the formed magical coherency of the conjured marbles, casting them out and destroying them, should the pulse not destroy the Marbles, then perhaps the gravitic distortion generated by her suit would, pushing them harmlessly out of her way as she landed on the solid letter. she hoped the anti-mana pulse would be enough to also render the sash lifeless. If that were not to work, she utilized the enhanced strength and power of her suit and her body to break free from the snare, tearing the sash asunder should the anti-mana pulse not render it motionless. With the obstacles defeated, and the path clear, she reignited her blade and began to move forward with her attack.

she took a few steps closer, crossing the distance of the e, ready to subvert any additional magical preparations that would be used against her. Of course she trusted that her surprise detonation of the anti-mana grenade would render his gypsy magics inert for awhile (three turns due to proximity), that this fight was starting to turn for her, rather than the sustained stalemate that this tricky Arab seemed bent on making.

She kept her movements careful, with her anti-psi field charging, and the anti-mana pulse having disabled any magic for the time being, she had evened the playing field.

"Now we're even, if I can't have magic, then you can't have magic.. if I can't have psionics then neither can you... it's a shame really, you'd be a fine specimen for my people to dissect and experiment upon, you know... thousands of magic users and psykers have given their lives so that we may have this technology to protect ourselves from the likes of you."

The Psychological warfare had begun, a holographic screen flickering to life at Aiyanna's left, showing footage of what looked like a middle aged person, a magic user screaming and begging in their native tongue, as four scientists in white lab coats loomed around them with frightening instruments. The person clearly didn't understand the technological nightmare they were immersed in, Aiyanna stopped for a moment to allow Khayyam to watch as the poor man was slowly dissected alive without any painkillers, intentionally kept alive so they could study him. Like a rat under a microscope they worked on the being, torturing them and testing various crude technologies, studying the magical energy and harnessing it.

"Maybe I will bring your lifeless corps to Langara to be resurrected, so you can meet a similar fate."

She was expecting more tricks from him, and she was bent on keeping the playing field even, preventing her opponent from gaining the upper hand against her. But he too seemed to be using his trickery to prevent several of Aiyanna's tactics from working. The wanderer had the synthetic thwarted at every turn, he had even managed to slow her advance, as her steps seemed to be more careful, she was learning from him, and so she aimed not to be too hasty.

"What are you fighting for here? Is it a prize? Is it money? What is even the prize for winning this thing, you work so hard to beat me, but your next opponent might defeat you, I won't be beaten, I will cut you down, and those after you, I will claim whatever prize is offered here, I'm fighting for my freedom so you will find that I am quite motivated to defeat you."

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Aiyanna drew ever so closer, closing the distance between herself and her opponent. She did not slow out of fear, no she was planning, calculating something. As she closed the distance with her taunts, she highlighted each section of her opponent's form, right down to the fresh bamboo staff.

"Is it..."

As he moved to send his attack forward, her perception of time seemed to slow down with advance warning from the suit's systems and her own heightened perceptions she silenced herself as he made her attack and then she countered, as if she was calculating her thoughts through the viewfinder of a high-speed camera. His motion to send the bamboo shoot forward was also caught, highlighted a vivid red by the suit's targeting systems.

As he made his move she grinned, her trap had been sprung and she was going to move in for the kill, it was time to finish this fight for good.

The suit picked up stress in a very specific point near the pelvis and the thigh, a weak spot protected by Zero-G spun carbon-trinnium nanomesh that held together defiantly against the mental tug the tent-maker applied to it. If Khayyam was going to tear these fibers, he was going to have to exert an immense amount of force upon them likely much more than he was capable of, something equivalent to tearing the hull of a starship asunder. It seemed that this combat suit had no weakness, but there was no doubt the suit's defenses had registered the tug and the manipulation, all in nanoseconds as the bamboo spear began it's flight towards her.

Aiyanna reacted with lightning speed and alacrity, and within a few nanoseconds she had dropped the grappling gun, freeing up her second hand. She then made her countering move as the nanoseconds ticked up, assisted by the suit's defenses and enhanced articulators, it was as if everything seemed to slow down even more, in the very short amount of time it took for the spear to cross the distance she brought her hand and armored gauntlet outwards, it was in perfect harmony as her hand and fingers clasped around the shaft of the bamboo spear, just below the head, Aiyanna feigned being hit by throwing herself in a careful spin, but this was not the case, while in her spin she ducked low, sending the first tier in her multi-pronged attack towards Khayyam.

This made her seem like there were many of her at a time, as her articulators put her in a full nanosecond move, she deployed her multi-prong attack, it would be over before either the spear or the grappling hook hit the ground.

The small dagger seared towards him, slinging anti-mana isotope in all directions like spatter, the angular jagged combat blade spun and tumbled in the air towards Khayyam's stomach, just above the naval with deadly precision, the blade was sharpened to a molecular level, allowing it to cut through almost any non-metallic fibers with relative ease, and deliver it's deadly toxin directly into Khayyam's bloodstream, of course, from her previous encounters she knew he was going to psionically manipulate the small blade and stop it's trajectory. She knew, in the nanoseconds in her delivery that she had a very narrow window to complete her attack tier, and as the dagger sailed toward's it's target, she made her move, dropping the spear from her hands and lunging forward with lightning speed. Once again she subjected her advance to fast calculations, slowing down her perception of time to put her advance in slow motion, and bringing her anti-psionic defenses back online.

The suit activated it's targeting systems and began to highlight major organs, this was when Khayyam's beating heart was highlighted, and Aiyanna was going to move in for the kill. Once she closed the distance between the two fighters, she lunged her plasma blade forward, moving to plunge it deep into her opponent's chest and impale him directly through the heart with surgical precision, the combination of moves was lightning fast, defeating Khayyam's attack and swiftly countering the attack with an attack of her own. It was perfectly orchestrated synchronous movements, which brought Aiyanna so close to victory it was palpable, but she did not get cocky quite yet, still she waited to see the results of her attack, hoping that the next few moments would see the blade plunged deeply into Khayyam's chest, the magnetically encased superheated plasma likely slicing through his fabric defenses with ease. With their close proximity Khayyam could likely get a somewhat clear look at Aiyanna's face through the cold plazen glass visor, which was cold and calculating, she seemed to show no hesitation or remorse for her actions, her face was also subtly lit up by her various holographic targeting systems. If the sword could cut through dense metals, Dense trinnium Mesh, and Carbon fiber, then it would go through Khayyam's protective suit with ease, should her attack succeed, death would likely soon follow, with it's cold, icy grip.

"You're done, Khayyam." Were Aiyanna's only words.

Should Khayyam manage to parry or even evade Aiyanna's Coup d'grace, she would follow up with another series of attacks, bringing her step in a stable position, she performed a backwards swing back towards her opponent, with the intent on removing his head quickly and effectively. Her iron grip on the blade as it whooshed through the air, leaving a generous dose of ozone in it's wake, then Aiyanna stopped and waited to see the results of her salvo, she was prepared for everything, and so as she stood there, her suit's shields came back online, flickering to life the milky white barrier formed around her form, however the suit's central computer once again highlighted the area where Khayyam tried to damage, she would need to repair the damage when the fight was over.

And so she stood, slightly adjacent to her kill should her attacks have succeeded, the energy blade was outstretched, flickering and crackling as she watched, she was checking to see if he somehow survived, either by parrying the initial attack or dodging the second counterattack. It would be impossible to do so, as Aiyanna's mind processed much quicker than the human mind, she had carried her attacks before he could even react, her suit's calculations could not have failed her, and so she observed.