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My
axe
blade
was
notched
and
dull
.
My
Jacket
was
covered
in
scars
,
its
battery
all
but
depleted
.
My
muscles
moved
by
sheer
willpower
alone
.
A
tremendous
explosion
shook
the
cafeteria
.
We
jumped
at
the
sound
.
I
knew
her
next
strike
would
be
a
killing
blow
.
There
would
be
no
avoiding
it
.
No
time
to
think
-
thinking
was
for
training
.
Battle
was
all
about
action
.
The
experience
etched
into
my
body
through
159
battles
would
guide
my
movements
.
Rita
pulled
her
axe
back
for
the
swing
.
My
axe
would
answer
from
below
.
The
two
giant
blades
crossed
,
shredding
plates
of
armor
.
There
was
only
one
real
difference
between
Rita
and
me
.
Rita
had
learned
to
fight
the
Mimics
alone
.
I
had
learned
to
fight
the
Mimics
watching
Rita
.
The
precise
moment
she
would
swing
,
the
next
step
she
would
take
-
my
operating
system
had
recorded
it
all
.
I
knew
what
her
next
move
would
be
.
That
’
s
why
Rita
’
s
swing
only
grazed
me
,
and
my
swing
tore
open
her
Jacket
.
A
hole
gaped
in
Rita
’
s
crimson
armor
.
"
Rita
!
"
Her
battle
axe
trembled
in
her
hands
.
Rita
’
s
Jacket
was
doing
its
best
to
filter
the
unintended
commands
triggered
by
the
convulsions
in
her
muscles
.
The
axe
’
s
tungsten
carbide
handle
clattered
noisily
against
her
gauntlets
.
Blood
,
oil
,
and
some
unidentifiable
fluids
oozed
from
the
newly
opened
split
in
her
armor
.
The
scene
was
eerily
familiar
to
me
,
and
I
felt
a
renewed
sense
of
terror
.
She
extended
her
arm
and
fumbled
for
the
jack
on
my
shoulder
plate
.
A
contact
comm
.
Rita
’
s
voice
was
clear
in
my
helmet
.
"
You
win
,
Keiji
Kiriya
.
"
The
crimson
Jacket
leaned
hard
against
me
.
Rita
’
s
voice
was
dry
and
laced
with
pain
.
