<div class="floatright">(http://i1001.photobucket.com/albums/af134/MNBlend/Armor/dredd_judge-anderson_olivia-thirlby_zps6f697068.jpg)</div><strong>Olivia York<br/>Unreformed All American Criminal<br/>Tag: All</strong><br/><hr/><br/>She was following everyone elses lead, Elira most of all since she was willing to disrobe down to her panties. For her part, Olivia was still wearing a tee shirt and a pair of male boxers, explaining herself away by stating they were 'comfortable' as she donned the armor herself. But her hesitation had almost cost her dearly when the simulation began just as she finished tying up her boots. She still had her helmet in her hands when the HYDRA agents showed up, or rather hard sound constructs of them which Ares ever so comfortingly assured her were practically the real thing. Olivia though had stopped listening when he mentioned sometimes about the Shiar, a reference lost on her. Probably one of those defense companies that didn't put out as much as Stark Enterprises or Lockheed-Grumman. She couldn't imagine there being a large market for hard sound constructs after all.<br/><br/>By the time Ares was punctuating his last sentence by literally laughing as the bullets bounced off of his Godlike Olympian hide, one of the nearest simulated green and gold goons was turning his assault rifle on her, not even bothering to aim due to the fact the distance between them was barely five meters or so, and because Olivia was a bit too dumbfounded to do anything beyond obligingly standing there with a blank stare fixed on her unprotected face and nothing but her helmet in her hands.<br/><br/>"I surrender!" she screamed aloud to the simulation, both earnestly and instinctively as she started to raise her helmet clutching hands when the HYDRA soldier just seemed to chuckle a bit as he lifted the rifle from his hip to his chest for slightly better aim, almost guaranteed to hit at this distance. Cursing underbreath, Olivia, her hands in the air, suddenly jumped to the side while hurling the helmet at him in an overhead pitch with all of her might.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Dodging Bullets= 2 (base) + 1 (++-) = 3</div></div><br/>The assault rifle rattled off as soon as the simulated shooter registered her moving beyond just breathing in and out but the shots seemed to go wide, passing through the air she was standing in a moment ago as she scrambled off to the side, barely managing to regain her footing and then bolting forward, trying to clear the open ground between her and her adversary. His rifle was kicking back into his shoulder, the initial burst of his weapon causing the barrel to shoot upwards from the recoil, as he fired while transitioning from a hip shooting position to a shoulder one. Taking full advantage of her good fortune, she charged in at a sprint, not caring to dodge and realizing it wouldn't be much use anyways at this distance even if she fancied herself that fast. Which she knew she wasn't.<br/><br/>Instead as he turned to face her, barely shifting his aim twenty or so degrees, the only effort she made at dodging was ducking her head down low, bending at the waist as a second burst of ammo panned towards him as he didn't even bother to wait to line up the shot and with good reason. She collided with him, almost blindly reaching out a hand and pushing aside his weapon, her hand gripping its still warm barrel as with her other hand she gripped one of Aaron's 'gifts' and ignoring all advice and running solely on instinct, pulled her arm back and drove it forward and upward. "DIE!" she screamed in her first truly genuine moment since arriving on the helicarrier, the simulation actually bringing out her more reserved and hidden qualities rather decisively. But even fueled by the adrenaline, and the action, her blade skidded off a simulated trauma plate embedded inside of the front of the HYDRA troopers body armor. Instinctively, knowing most trauma plates weren't wrap around, as soon as she pulled her knife arm back, she drove it into the mans side, driving the point through the side of his kevlar and into his soft insides, targeting the kidneys to put him down. "Die!" she growled again, gritting her teeth now as she could feel the reward of cold steel driving through warm flesh, plunging into his soft internals and feeling him respond to the far from lethal stab wound.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Knife Kill= 1 (base) + 1 (+-) = 2</div></div><br/>He tensed up, practically standing on the tips of his toes before his body suddenly went limp with pain. But by then she was already stabbing him a third time, this time an inch higher, and her blade driving into him at a higher angle. She was punctuating each knife thrust with a growling verbal affirmation by demanding he 'Die' over and over again as she stabbed him again and again, each followup strike moving up the side of his body until her blade was sliding upwards underneath the side of his rib cage, hoping she could put some holes in his lungs as well, maybe even his heart hopefully though she had no idea if her knife was long enough or her strikes determined enough to do so. Either way, the simulated HYDRA goons death was so realistic that she found a satisfying rush in slaying him in a manner she was rather unused to but found exhilarating nonetheless as she pushed his seriously injured body off of her and simply jerked his assault rifle from his weakened grasp, already scanning the training area for her next target.