The group trudged through the streets of Raccoon City, their breaths visible in the cold night air. The silence was eerie, broken only by the occasional distant moan of the undead. Sherry held Claire's hand tightly, her small frame trembling as they moved. Marvin and Kevin led the way, their weapons drawn and senses on high alert. Azizah followed close behind, her new gloves snug on her hands, a quiet anticipation building in her chest.
Azizah's system chimed softly in her mind, signaling another update.
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System Alert
Warning: Hostile Entity Detected.
Entity: Tyrant (T-103).
Objective: Survive the encounter.
Bonus Objective: Exploit your new skills in combat.
Reward: 50 Points,
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Azizah's heart skipped a beat. The Tyrant. She knew what was coming, and the sheer presence of the towering bioweapon was enough to haunt even the bravest. But this time, she had the edge—skills from two iconic fighters and a pair of gloves that could amplify her power. She tightened her fists, determination settling over her like a second skin.
"Everyone, stay close," she said, her tone commanding but calm. "Something's coming."
Leon frowned, his grip tightening on his pistol. "What is it?"
Azizah didn't get a chance to answer. The sound of heavy footsteps echoed from an alley ahead, each one shaking the ground slightly. The group froze as a shadow emerged, slowly growing larger and more menacing. The faint glow of streetlights revealed the hulking figure of the Tyrant.
The creature's pale skin glistened under the light, and its cold, expressionless face was a stark contrast to the brutal strength radiating from its frame. Its trench coat flared slightly as it stepped forward, its gaze locking onto Sherry.
"Oh my God," Kevin muttered, stepping back.
"It's him," Claire whispered, pulling Sherry closer. "The Tyrant."
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The group trudged through the streets of Raccoon City, their breaths visible in the cold night air. The eerie silence was broken only by the occasional distant moan of the undead. Sherry clung to Claire, trembling, while Marvin and Kevin led the way, weapons ready. Azizah followed closely, her new gloves snug on her hands. Her steps were deliberate, each one carrying an unspoken promise of defiance.
Then it came—the soft chime of her system.
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System Alert
Warning: Hostile Entity Detected.
Entity: Tyrant (T-103).
Objective: Survive the encounter.
Bonus Objective: Exploit your new skills in combat.
Reward: 50 Points.
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Azizah's heart thudded. The Tyrant. She clenched her fists, her resolve sharpening. She wasn't the same unarmed fighter anymore; she had power and skills that demanded testing.
"Everyone, stay close," she commanded, her voice calm but charged with authority.
The ground trembled with heavy footsteps. A massive shadow emerged, its silhouette stretching across the street. The towering figure of the Tyrant stepped into the light, its pale, deathly skin gleaming, trench coat flaring slightly. Its soulless gaze locked onto Sherry, its intention chillingly clear.
Azizah stepped forward, her gloves faintly glowing. "Get Sherry out of here," she ordered. "This one's mine."
"Azizah, you can't—" Leon protested, but her steely gaze silenced him.
"I said go!" she snapped.
The group reluctantly obeyed, disappearing into a side alley as the Tyrant shifted its attention to the lone challenger before it.
The Tyrant moved with shocking speed, its colossal fist hurtling toward Azizah like a wrecking ball. She sidestepped with precision, the swing shattering the asphalt where she had stood.
Azizah retaliated instantly, leaping into the air and delivering a bone-crushing roundhouse punch to its temple. The kinetic energy from her gloves amplified the impact, forcing the Tyrant to stagger—a rare sight.
"Not so tough after all," Azizah muttered.
The bioweapon roared, its mechanical growl echoing through the empty streets. It lunged at her, swiping with inhuman ferocity, but she was faster. Channeling Chun-Li's martial artistry and Lara Croft's parkour, Azizah turned the street into her battlefield.
She vaulted over a wrecked car, landing with feline grace, and unleashed a spinning bird kick that sent the Tyrant crashing into a lamppost. The impact bent the metal like paper.
"Come on!" Azizah taunted, her confidence growing.
The Tyrant grabbed the lamppost, wielding it as a weapon, and swung it in a wide arc. Azizah ducked, the wind from the swing whipping her hair. She slid under its legs, planting a concussive uppercut into its jaw as she rose, the force lifting the massive creature momentarily off its feet.
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Turning the Tables
Azizah lured the Tyrant into a narrow alley, using its immense size against it. With walls confining its movements, she became a blur of motion, delivering rapid strikes to its joints, aiming to cripple its mobility. Each hit left faint scorch marks where her gloves discharged bursts of energy.
"You're just a glorified punching bag," she sneered, dodging another heavy blow.
The Tyrant, frustrated, ripped through the alley wall, exposing them to the open air. Azizah anticipated the move, scaling the debris with Lara's climbing expertise and flipping onto the Tyrant's back.
The creature thrashed, trying to dislodge her, but she held firm. With a primal yell, she drove her fists into the glowing core on its chest, releasing a surge of energy. A shockwave rippled outward, slamming the Tyrant into the ground.
Azizah didn't relent. She somersaulted off its back, landing in front of it, and launched into a relentless combo of kicks and punches. Each strike echoed like thunder, forcing the behemoth further onto the defensive.
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The Final Blow
The Tyrant lunged one last time, its massive hand reaching for her. Azizah seized the moment, twisting around the arm and leaping into the air. Time seemed to slow as she focused all her energy into a final blow.
"Stay down!" she shouted, her fists colliding with its chest in a devastating double punch. The impact created a shockwave that shattered nearby windows and sent the Tyrant crashing into the pavement. Dust and debris filled the air as it fell, motionless.
Azizah landed lightly on her feet, her gloves dimming as the energy subsided.
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Reinforcements Arrive
The rest of the group returned, weapons drawn, ready to assist.
"Azizah!" Leon called out, his eyes wide in disbelief at the sight of the fallen Tyrant.
Azizah turned to him, her expression calm but triumphant. "Took care of it."
Kevin approached cautiously, his shotgun aimed at the Tyrant. "Is it… dead?"
"No," Azizah replied, brushing dust from her gloves. "But it won't be chasing us anytime soon."
Leon stared at her, awestruck. "What you did back there… That was incredible. Where did you learn to fight like that?"
Azizah smirked, her confidence unshaken. "Let's just say I've had some good training."
Marvin nodded approvingly. "Whatever that thing was, you gave it a beating it won't forget."
Azizah glanced at Sherry, who peeked out from behind Claire. "Let's move. We're not out of danger yet."
As the group pressed forward, Azizah's system chimed softly.
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System Update
Objective Completed: Survive the encounter with the Tyrant.
Bonus Objective Completed: Utilize your new skills effectively.
Reward: +50 Points, +1 Gacha Spin.
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Azizah smiled to herself. She had faced the Tyrant and won. Whatever came next, she was ready.
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To Be Continued…