Without warning, Miles' eyes snapped open, glowing with yellow electricity. Gwen's sensors went haywire for a moment. Before she could react, a surge of electricity erupted from Miles' body, a blinding burst of bio-electriergy that sent her systems into chaos. The force of the bst overloaded her circuits, causing her internal meisms to sputter and spark. Her body was thrown backward, crashing into the remnants of a crumbling wall.
As Gwen tried to stabilize, her systems were still reeling from the shock. Error messages flooded her HUD, her cyberics struggling to recover from the overloaded electricity. She tried to move, but her limbs responded sluggishly as if submerged in mosses. Her processors struggled to reboot her bat protocols, but the damage was more severe than she had anticipated.
Miles slowly rose to his feet, the nanites already hard at work repairing his damaged body. His exoskeleton was gohe massive suit that had nearly crushed Gwen now scattered in pieces around the ruined warehouse. What stood in its pce was the lean, sinewy form of Miles Morales, stripped down to his core. His body crackled with power, the venomous electricity crag around his body as the nanites fixed the gaping wound in his chest.
"You really thought it was wen?" Miles' voice was filled with a menag calm, the smugness returning to his tone. "You should've knower. I'm only 50% cyb, you know. Thanks to that, I was able to retain my Spider powers." He stared at her with a dark, sinister smile. "Who would have thought, you'd force me to use my trump card so soon."
Gwen's systems finally rebooted, but not without signifit glitches. Her vision flickered, the HUD dispying error messages and warnings. She initiated a diagnostic s, but it was slow, her systems struggling to respond to her ands. The damage from Miles' bst had promised her cyberics, leaving her vulnerable in a way she hadn't anticipated.
Miles didn't give her a ce to recover.
He lu her with lightning speed. Gwen's sensistered the ining threat, but her body was too slow to respond. Miles was on her in an instant, his fists crag with yellow electricity as he nded a blow squarely on her chest. The force of the impact sent another surge of electricity through her systems, causing them to glitch even more violently.
[Crackle] Gwen's body flew in the air, crashing on the ground a few yards away.
[System Overloaded.] The Cyber-Suit's interfa her head was giving error messages. 'Damn it. Why now?!' Gwen cursed in her mind, but the damage to her circuits had left her in no shape to fight, her limbs were slow and unresponsive, her senses dull, her tactical interfaces corrupted, and her processing speeds signifitly reduced. All of which was the result of Miles' surprise attack with his electrical abilities.
Miles was relentless. He struck again and again, each blow infused with bioelectricity that further scrambled her circuits. Sparks flew from her body as her systems began to shut down one by one, leaving her movemeid untrolled.
"You see, Gwen," Miles said, his voice dripping with satisfa as he nded another blow, "It was so fun to see you think you won."
He grabbed her by the neck, lifting her off the ground with ease. His eyes glowed with electric fury as he tightened his grip, his nanites humming with pwen's sensors fred, indig critical system failures aultiple subsystems. She tried to break free, but her limbs wouldn't obey her ands. Her cyberics were faili the worst possible moment.
"I could end yht here, right now," Miles hissed, his grip tightening further. "But where's the fun in that? I'm gonna fix that emotion sensor of yours and then strip you part by part, you bitch. Oh, the pain and screams... I fug imagi. That's the best part of being a cyb. No matter how much you want to die or break your sensor to feel emotions...it's not possible when I fix it over and ain and watch you scream in pain... Hahahahaha!"
With a cold gre, he ripped Gwen's mask away from her face. Sparks of electricity exploded from her cyberic socket and her somewhat anic face torted in agony. Her vision flickered. Pain surged through her, both physical aional, as she stared into Miles' twisted expression, his once-familiar eyes now glowing with the madness of power. She felt the etal of his grip tighten around her neck.
But amid the chaos, Gwen's mind raced, her remaining human instincts g with the cold logic of her failing AI. She knew she had no ce of overp Miles physically, not in her current state. But there was something else—a final, desperate option.
Miles was too ed by his own sadistic pleasure to notice the subtle ges in Gwen's posture. As he lifted her higher, enjoying her helplessness, she made a quick decision. Her fingers, trembling with effort, brushed against a hidden partment in her armor. With a simple press, she accessed the manual override.
A flood of warnings and error messages fshed before her eyes, but she ighem.
Her internal systems began to shut down, one by one, as she shut down the AI. The nanites now respoo her direands, sluggishly at first, but she somehow mao trol them.
Gwen could feel the strain on her body, the physical toll of trolling the nanites without AI assistance. Although she was a cyb, 30% of her body was still human, including her brain a, so the strain was critical and thanks to the inal neural impnt, she was able to trol the nanites. She divided them into two parts, oo sustain her life and the other to attack Miles.
Miles noticed the ge too te. His sadistic grin faltered as Gwen's eyes, once filled with pain and fear, now glinted with something far more dangerous—determination. Before he could react, she unleashed the nanites in her body, direg them toward a single, desperate objective. The tiny maes, designed for repair and enha, now had a new purpose: sabotage.
Miles' grip weakened as he felt the nanites enter his body, slipping through the cracks in his exoskeleton, and infiltrating his systems. His eyes widened in shock, the yellow electricity that crackled around him faltering. He tried to pull back, but Gwen held on with what little strength she had left, her voice barely a whisper.
"Where the fuck do you think yoing?" She rasped, f herself to smirk despite the strain of maintaining her own life. "Why aren't you ughing?"
The flig nanites cshed within Miles' body, their programming at odds with each wen's nanites sought to disable and disrupt, while Miles' own fought to maintain trol. The internal battle sent violent spasms through Miles' frame as the two forces warred for dominance. Sparks flew from his body as systems began to short-circuit, uo hahe flig ands.
"You think that 50% of yanic body will be able to withstand this?" She smirked.
Miles staggered back, releasing Gwen as he tried tain trol. But the damage was done. His body, once so powerful and invincible, was now a battleground of flig energies. He could feel his nanites losing ground, his trol slipping as Gwen's sabotage spread like a virus through his systems. He was forced to withdraw the nanites from his anic part to stop the fn nanites, but the overheating was damaging his anic body, and without the healing nanites... He retty much fried.
"Crap!!" Miles shouted as he tried to use his bioelectricity, but it backfired as the nanites went into overdrive uo decide what to do─ Stop the fn nanites, stop the virus, heal his anic body, repair his cyberics, cool down the overheating, maintain the bance of his bioelectricity or drop everything and maintain life support.
In the end, the mae has its limitations, and they crash in all dires.
"You… you bitch!" Miles snarled, his voice ced with desperation as he staggered. But Gwen was no longer listening. Her systems were on the verge of total shutdown, her vision blurring...
'This is the end!' Gwen was about to activate self-destru when a familiar voice came to her ears. It was faint, but her hearing cyberics allowed her to make out the words.
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