Her arms and legs had seized up, the data routing through her limbs had been interrupted by the shock, and she couldn’t move them very well. She could see the shadow of a virus approaching, but she couldn’t respond.
The only thing MidKnight felt worse than the pain… was the euphoria. An overwhelming feeling of right-ness racked her body, her mouth quivering unbidden into a bloody grin.
“Now this… is a real foight!”
<<Mid. Get off the floor.>> Orion chided, trying but failing to hide her concern. <<You don’t know who touched it last.>>
MidKnight reached for her sword, fighting through the paralysis. Her fingers clamped around its hilt, and she held tight, tensing her body. She watched the shadow of the Swordy virus, waiting for its next attack. If it did attack her, she intended to roll under its swing and strike upwards from a kneeling position. Hopefully by then her body would be under control again.
<<What did I say about watching your back?>> Orion counselled. <<That tank’s got your number. It won’t let you get close so easily.>>
“That’s alroight, mo’im,” MidKnight acknowledged, her eyes bright and alert, “I’ll take the bus!”
MidKnight leapt onto the bonnet of the bus and tried to clamber onto the top, rationalising that one who had the high ground naturally had the advantage. If she kept low, the tank would have a harder time hitter her at this elevation. However, the bunny would still be hopping around somewhere. MidKnight kept an eye out for both of them, wary of their ranged attacks.
Battlechips slotted into her system like a hug from an unknown relative. A pale half-sphere as wide as her torso shimmered onto her left wrist. With sword and shield in hand, MidKnight prowled forward, the wonderful pain of the tank blast still smouldering on her chest.
Should the Bunny get the first shot in, MidKnight intended to dash forward, reserving the Shield for the Kabutank. Otherwise, as soon as she spotted the trundling machine she’d raise up her defence and brace for impact. With enough luck, the tank would get a taste of its own bolognese.
If MidKnight managed to survive all these problems, the Cannon data stored in her twin-pronged sword would be her return answer to the tank”s explosive questions. “I’d take a dozen more shots from you if I could,” MidKnight admitted to the tank as she lined up her shot, “But this bus has a schedule to keep.” Hopefully, the tank would be able to feel the same thrill that she had as the cannon blast launched from her sword, down at the treaded virus.
---MIDKNIGHT'S TURN SUMMARY---
[1]: Stunned!
[2]: (Dodge)
[2+]: Riposte(Auto Counter, 40dmg + Slashing, A) -> Swordy
[2+]: Sword Mastery (+1 Slashing Accuracy)
[3]: (Movement) -> Onto the bus
[4]:

Accuracy: S
Description: Generates a 1-Hit Shield upon activation. When this shield blocks one hit from a non-Break attack, it responds with a hyper-fast damage ray.
Duration: Until broken or overridden.
Element: Null
Special: Negated by Break. Ignores Impact.
Special: Reflect: Damage returned is equal to the damage of the attack blocked or the damage cap listed, whichever comes first. Reflect is not subject to negation by Impact.
Special: Status Guard: This chip blocks debuffs.
Trader Rank: E: (1 Hit Shield) + (Reflect(up to 60 + Piercing + Line Attack): On Hit) (Acc: S) [/b] -> Kabutank
[5]: (Dodge) -> Bunny
[6]:

Accuracy: A
Description: A gun whose shot penetrates an enemy to hit another one directly behind it.
Duration: Once
Element: Null
Trader Rank: E: 50 + Spread 1 (Acc: A) [/b] -> Kabutank