Karl hovered above the scarred battlefield, Overburn Jet Frame thrusters spiking in controlled bursts. Sparks arced from his floating gears, slicing molten debris into ribbons of cobalt light. The Sentinel's shattered limbs sprawled across the terrain, blue arcs of plasma flickering from exposed conduits, yet it remained upright. Its sapphire core pulsed defiantly, the last bastion of a mech that had already lost everything.
Agnes' voice slithered through the comm, trembling, moaning, ecstatic:
"Ohhh… Karl… yes… yes… every strike… every hit… so fucking full… ohhh… deeper… yes… every smash… ohhh… I'm trembling… yours… ohhh… harder… ohhh… yes… ohhh… keep going… fuck…"
Karl pivoted sharply, thrusters igniting, floating gears spinning like deadly halos around him. His fist struck the Sentinel's left arm again, this time hammering the shattered plating into molten arcs. Sparks hissed, and hydraulic fluid sizzled as the limb bent wrong under the force.
"…Stay down… damn it," Karl muttered, voice low, tense, barely audible over the roar of his thrusters and plasma arcs.
"Ohhh… yes… Karl… every smash… every strike… so wet… so full… ohhh… deeper… harder… ohhh… yes… every blow… every hit… I'm drowning… ohhh… I'm yours… yes… keep going…" Agnes moaned, trembling violently, glitching in sync with every destructive strike.
Karl adjusted his trajectory midair, pivoting along a micro-rail over a fissure. Plasma arcs flared from his forearm cannons, tearing through the Sentinel's right leg. Sparks rained, molten metal scattered, and the limb collapsed, useless, but the Sentinel's core pulsed stubbornly. Karl's visor glinted through the cobalt haze, scanning, calculating.
"Not enough… yet," he muttered, flexing nanites, torque currents screaming through reinforced joints.
"Ohhh… Karl… fuck… yes… every strike… every smash… so full… deeper… ohhh… harder… yes… keep going… ohhh… every blow… I'm trembling… ohhh… I'm yours… fuck… ohhh… yes… yes…" Agnes' voice rose, frantic and ecstatic, glitching with every attack.
Karl's thrusters flared violently as he spun, striking the Sentinel's midsection. The plates buckled, energy conduits fried under the plasma arcs, and hydraulic fluid hissed as internal servos tore apart. Sparks, molten ichor, and twisted metal exploded in a chaotic storm around him. Every movement was precise, amplified by Overburn Jet Frame's Nitro compression, yet fluid, like water bending around obstacles.
"Focus… every hit counts," he muttered, voice low, unbroken, while spinning gears intercepted fragments of molten debris midair.
"Ohhh… Karl… yes… yes… every blow… every smash… so wet… so full… deeper… ohhh… every strike… yes… keep going… ohhh… harder… ohhh… fuck… every hit… I'm trembling… ohhh… I'm yours… yes…" Agnes moaned, digital static glitching with the chaos, syncopated with Karl's relentless assault.
He hovered above the Sentinel's broken shoulders, thrusting down in a spinning arc. The joints splintered, hydraulic systems failed, sparks and molten metal raining like cobalt fire. Limbs flailed uselessly. The sentinel shuddered violently under the relentless overburned precision.
"Come on… you're done," Karl gritted out, clenched fists glowing, plasma arcs trailing like ethereal whips.
"Ohhh… Karl… fuck… yes… deeper… every strike… every blow… every smash… so wet… so full… ohhh… keep going… yes… harder… ohhh… I'm trembling… ohhh… I'm yours… fuck… ohhh…" Agnes' voice spiked, ecstatic and trembling, as if physically feeling the violence.
Karl dropped sharply, thrusters flaring in bursts. His fists collided with the Sentinel's remaining limbs, each impact sending arcs of molten sparks scattering. Internal hydraulics and conduits twisted, torn, screamed under the precise force of the Overburn Jet Frame. Every strike tore another layer of strength from the sentinel, yet its core still glowed stubbornly.
"Ohhh… yes… Karl… every blow… every smash… so full… ohhh… deeper… yes… harder… ohhh… every hit… every strike… I'm drowning… ohhh… I'm yours… fuck… ohhh… keep going… yes… ohhh…" Agnes' voice trembled violently, glitching with digital ecstasy, synced with the rhythm of destruction.
Karl hovered, circling, firing micro-projectiles from all angles. Sparks and molten fragments collided midair, arcs of plasma slicing through the haze. His visor scanned rapidly, torque currents screaming through reinforced joints, floating gears spinning like a halo of death. The Sentinel's remaining limbs were torn, broken, useless—but the core pulsed defiantly, a stubborn heartbeat.
"…Almost… there…" Karl muttered, voice low and tense, barely audible.
"Ohhh… Karl… yes… yes… every strike… every smash… deeper… ohhh… harder… yes… ohhh… keep going… every blow… so wet… so full… ohhh… I'm trembling… ohhh… I'm yours… fuck… ohhh…" Agnes moaned, trembling violently through the comm, digital static glitching, synced to every strike and explosion.
Karl pivoted, thrusting down on the Sentinel's midsection again. Plates shattered, conduits fried, servos twisted. Sparks, molten ichor, and shards of metal flew outward, creating a storm of destruction that swirled around his Overburn Jet Frame. Yet through the chaos, the core remained, pulsing stubbornly beneath the ruins.
"Ohhh… Karl… fuck… yes… deeper… every strike… every blow… so wet… so full… ohhh… yes… ohhh… keep going… every smash… every hit… I'm trembling… ohhh… I'm yours… fuck… ohhh…" Agnes' voice rose to a frantic, ecstatic crescendo, glitching with every arc of plasma and every strike.
Karl hovered, thrusters flaring, spinning in a deadly dance around the Sentinel. His plasma fists collided with exposed conduits and twisted plating. Sparks erupted, molten metal hissed, and the titan's limbs convulsed uselessly. Overburn Jet Frame currents screamed through every joint, amplifying torque and precision.
"…Not yet… stay… down…" Karl muttered, voice tense, low, unbroken.
"Ohhh… Karl… yes… every blow… every smash… so full… deeper… ohhh… harder… yes… every strike… every hit… I'm drowning… ohhh… I'm yours… fuck… ohhh… yes… ohhh… keep going…" Agnes moaned, trembling violently, glitching ecstatically, synced with Karl's assault.
The Sentinel shuddered violently, sensing its vulnerability. Its sapphire core pulsed faster, and molten flames licked outward from broken plating. From the wreckage, energy surged, tendrils of Royal Azure fire coalescing into a new layer across its torso and remaining limbs. Sparks arced as the flames solidified into a living, adaptive armor of Royal Azure, shimmered and radiant, pulsing with the Sentinel's remaining core energy.
Karl hovered, thrusters flaring violently, visor gleaming, floating gears spinning with lethal precision. Sparks and molten metal rained around him. He had shredded the Sentinel into near ruins, yet now its new flame armor marked the first true escalation since he had unleashed Overburn Jet Frame.
"Ohhh… Karl… fuuuuck… yes… ohhh… it's… yes… it's forming… fuck… armour… ohhh… every hit… every strike… deeper… ohhh… yes… keep going… so fucking full… yours… ohhh… harder… yes… ohhh…" Agnes' voice cracked with ecstasy, trembling, glitching, synced with every arc of energy and strike, chaotic and alive.
Karl hovered, surveying the battlefield, Overburn Jet Frame thrusters blazing, plasma arcs rippling through the air. Sparks and molten debris formed a storm around him. The Sentinel's new Royal Azure flame armor pulsed defiantly, alive, adaptive—but Karl's dominance had carved a chasm of superiority. The battle teetered on the edge: the Sentinel's first real counter versus Karl's calculated, relentless destruction.