The sound of Vanessa's hand against the window pane registers in Stella's brain, but it really doesn't mean anything at the moment. Her and Chase's words sound like the teacher from<span style="text-decoration: underline">Peanuts.</span><span style="font-style: italic">Wah wah, wah, wah wah...</span>Stella keeps moving around, wondering just what she is supposed to use as a weapon. Did they want her to use her own blood as a weapon like Vanessa had done?<br/><br/>And the other thing is when does she have time to do so? The robot is still punching away, some of the blows whistling past her, the wind stirring her hair. Stella knows that she can't keep this dancing routine up for long. She is already starting to tire. The robot's punches are starting to get closer and closer to here. The way they are coming she knows one blow would break quite a few bones. Possibly even kill her if it lands in the wrong place.<br/><br/>Dodging out of the way of another post, Stella does like Vanessa did, only she digs into the skin above her elbow. Her blood instantly wells up, but she had no idea how to control the fluid. Drops of it spatter onto the floor as she keeps moving. She has to figure it out fast, bother wise the blood lost will slow her down and weaken her. It is just her or is there a tugging feeling with every pulse of her rapid heart beat? Not pulling blood into her, but tugging out ward.<br/><br/>Like a ribbon that she had used for several performances she streams the blood flowing from her arm. It's thin, but it follows her movements exactly. She thinks of the razor wire they sometimes use, the ones that aren't lit on fire pyros. With that thought the blood ribbon almost seems to harden, becoming darker in color. When it makes contact with one glove of the robot, it leaves a deep slice.<br/><br/>Seeing this, Stella goes on the defensive. She ducks and dodges, striking at the arms and wheel tracks where and when she can. One arm falls to the floor as she twists the ribbon around it before moving to severe the tire tread on the left hand side. Now it can't move as well,  unable to keep up with Stella's dodging and weaving.<br/><br/>In a few more minutes the robot is beat. Although she knows it's bad for her Stella pants bended at the knees. Her wound had slowed down to a slow trickle. Just as before the room cleans itself and the door opens. After a couple more deep pants Stella heads to where Chase and Vanessa are. "I think...I would rather...starve then... kill people."