I move before the Angel can, taking a moment to aim before slamming my Prog Knife down at its black body, sliding through its weakened AT Field like it isn't even there and lodging itself deep in the still-healing flesh of its thigh.
The Angel wobbles but doesn't fall, instead whipping its arm around and slamming its talons into my torso. I jerk backwards to dodge but fail to get enough distance, and I scream in pain as the pitch black things glow red, and then explode with violent energy.
I stumble back, muscles almost refusing to cooperate, and my mind fuzzies up for a moment before snapping back, a little bit clearer. My Synchronization Ratio just jumped up a few points.
Recovering, I swing around again, and the glowing red sphere at the center of its chest takes me by surprise. I should go for the core, but . . .
Angels' cores are tough, and I don't think I can kill it with one hit there.
While the leg, it's already wounded, already open.
I take careful aim, pick my target, and scream my defiance to the heavens as I plunge the knife in, filled to the brim with righteous fury!
The Prog Knife catches at the last second, caught on a suddenly much stronger AT Field than before that expands like a wave, batting me back. When it dissipates, the Angel looks tired.
I'm winning.
The Angel tries to spear me in the chest with what would surely be a fatal wound and I try to dodge, but no- no. I do dodge despite the odds. It's like Fate doesn't want me to die today!
My knife moves in my hand as I close back in and lash out wildly, smashing through the bony growths serving as its armor. Any hit to the core will damage it now.
It attacks again, completely missing me as the restraints on my mouth as I roar victory and attack again for the core!
My knife sinks in, and the core bubbles, swells, and explodes into a flash of white hot light that burns, but doesn't kill me!
The Angel is dead.
I fall silent.
And I wake up in the entry plug some time later, back on emergency power. "Did you just . . ." I ask through the LCL that fills the space.
That was . . .
[] Fucking awesome!
[] Absolutely terrifying!
[] What had to be done.
[] Okay.
[] Not good enough.