Time for a boss battle suckers (Gin) (Closed)

It was finally free period, and I had missions waiting for me back at time Big House computer in Assassin's Creed Brotherhood. I've already beat the game twice but this time I was determined to collect all the feathers and synchronize 100% with my primary and secondary goals.
I began my hike towards the Big House from Pegasus Flying classes, wiping the dirt and soot off my beige jockey pants and boots. My friend Morgan made me go all out for the classes, and I actually felt like I improved a lot while flying. At least, I figure out how to swerve with my pegasus, and was no longer afraid of overhead pegasi crap landing on me. With newfound confidence in my abilities, I almost passed the training arena on my way to the Big House.
I don't know why but I stopped dead in my tracks as soon as I glanced towards the building. The knife that was strapped to my side felt heavier than usual. I wasn't the greatest at combat training, but after going on the quest and seeing Charlie again, I felt more inclined to strengthen that relatively weak aspect of my demigod training. I couldn't believe I was going on my spare time instead of assassinating the Borgia in my video game, but I guess my newly gained confidence gave me the inspiration to try.

I changed course and made my way toward the training arena, hoping it would be empty so no one would have to look at my failed attempts at simple attacks. At least I wished a friend was there who would train with me. I found neither of those things. The whole are was bustling with demigods practicing their combat skills. I had no idea people actually liked to hit each other with sharp objects that much. I was about to clam up and try to casually turn around and leave without bringing too much attention to myself until I heard my name being called from the crowd of people. I turned to see a boy I've met around camp beckoning me towards him. What's his name again? John something. He had his shirt off, his muscles visible from years of training at camp. I shuffled over to him, a bit shy to approach him. Being shirtless was a good idea for this type of scorching heat, and I wished I could do it as well, but it's not as if I had anything underneath that covered me well enough for it to be considered decent for a female, nor did I have the self esteem to do it anyways.
"Join you?" I asked him.
No way could I compete with a child of Ares.
"I guess I could try, but I can't promise you a challenge." I warned him. "What are we doing? Sparring?"
I glanced at the training dummies he was facing. They didn't look like the usual old straw and cloth dummies we had. They were a sleek and made of some sort of metal, with various holes and slits in them as if they were compartments for something.
"Or... that?" I pointed at them, as if they were alien beings. "Do we just... hit them with our weapons?"
It sounded dumb but those things looked so foreign and strange to me, I didn't know what to expect.

"Do you know what those things do?" I asked him. "They don't look like regular dummies."
I hoped John wasn't expecting me to endure anything with him. I followed suit and unsheathed my knife. I felt pretty exposed with just that as my defense, even with my shirt on and everything. Boss battle? That meant this thing had to pack a punch, and I was extremely underlevelled.
"Boss battle." I repeated John's choice of description out loud. "This thing better drop some loot too. How about you go first and I'll copy whatever you're doing?"
I had no idea where to begin, or what that metal box was capable of. John at least looked as if he was gonna tackle it head on anyways, with or without me there.

I began to stretch my arms, cracking my knuckles and rolling my shoulders as John began to attack the dummy, keeping an eye on him to watch what he did but also giving myself a bit of time to relax. I didn't go too far in my absent-mindedness, however, as surprise projectiles shot forward from the dummy. I cursed out loud as the missiles whizzed past my ear, only narrowly dodging what could've been a nasty accident. I thought I had a bit of breather time after that to at least get in a good stance with my knife, but the explosion took me by surprise and I stumbled forward, rolling onto my shoulder at the last second in attempts to avoid landing on my knife.
"Could be better!" I called out to John when he asked me how I was doing.
I scrambled up from my position on the ground and bounced back onto the balls of my feet. My best bet seemed to actually get into the fight as much as I can, or else I might just get the after effects of John's fights all over my face. I stood a little bit behind of John, but a bit to the side as well so I had space to attack if need be.

I side stepped just in time to avoid being crushed by John, who went flying backwards. I cursed under my breath, but now there was nothing standing in between the dummy and I, and I desperately wished I took a shield. Fortunately, I had time to catch John's advice. Keep moving. I bounced on the balls of my feet, something I've seen Luke do before. It was a lot more natural than expected, energy automatically refueling my muscles with each bounce, for once in my life my hyperactivity was a cure and not a curse. It thrust its spear again but I caught it ahead of time, sidestepping again and taking a low hit below its metaphorical belt. Just hitting the dummy felt satisfactory, but I wondered if I did any damage. Was I supposed to do any damage? It was a dummy, afterall. I didn't let myself think to hard, my mind was kept busy while the dummy spun the spear at my side. I stuck my knife out, in attempt to deflect the spear, and I let out a sigh of relief when the I successfully stopped the spear and it bounced off to the other side. I was afraid it would keep on going with more power than my wrist could take. I went in for another swipe near the top of the dummy's head, but all of a sudden the head sunk down, disappearing into its body and I only hit air. It swiped its spear again but I continued to dodge, foreseeing its movements. Unfortunately, it also foresaw mine. Multiple swords thrusted out of the compartment, I could now barely stand without being swung at by a numerous amounts of weapons. I did what almost looked like a dance to just try and not get hit by them all. I guess the dummy got tired with that too and a large net sprung out of its compartment. With an oomph I tumbled backwards, colliding into John.
"So. That thing can do quite a lot. Any conveniently helpful weaknesses that you know of?"
I liked knowing that I have a certain upper hand against my enemies. It's worked countless times in the past with monsters, but you could flip them up in some monster hunting instruction manual whenever you want to figure that out. I had no idea what this was capable of.
It's either get information, or start testing different techniques until one works. Fortunately at least, I think the dummy had all day.

I rolled, trying hard not to tangle myself further in the netting I was caught in. I heard John beside me tell me about new moves.
"Yeah I was thinking of that." I told him in a grunt as my foot hooked onto the netting, causing myself to accidentally somersault forwards. "Uh, hold on a second."
Unfortunately, I didn't think the dummy had a second. As I rolled myself to a comfortable position to untangle myself, arrows began to eject themselves towards me. They were blunt- the ends of them were made up of a round cushion. Tt was almost as if the dummy wanted to pester me more than harm me. Even then, the arrows were fast and hit hard against my shoulder. I powered through the constant propulsion of arrows at my side as I quickly set my hands to work to unravel myself from the net. I had experience in working under pressure, and it was surprising how fast I was able to figure out how to unknot it. Before I knew it, I uncovered the opening of the net and slid out of it, kick it out of my way as I ran to a safer distance from the dummy. My right side strained under my movement. That was going to bruise in the morning.
"Alright, so new moves." I called back to John, getting into the game plan.
There were different approaches I was thinking of taking down the dummy that we could try but then John started talking about a certain two demigods. Move sets? Now I wasn't so sure if I actually left my video games for this- I was back in that mentality anyways. I raised my eyebrows at his suggestion.
"Who did you have in mind?" I asked.

I blinked when John began telling me about switching up our moves. I didn't have many moves for him to go by, he might be sorely disappointed. Then he told me about switching our fighting styles. Me being aggressive? I didn't think I had the build or the expertise to make that work, but I didn't tell John that. I'm sure it was obvious that doing each other's fighting style would be difficult for the other person.
"We can try that out." I told him.
I wasn't sure how well this would go, but being an Ares camper, I trusted he knew what he was doing. I was about to ask for his sword to better act aggressive with, but there wasn't enough time for that. He was right about the dummy, it was going to attack any moment now. Maybe later we could exchange weapons if it was alright.
On cue, I ran head first towards the dummy, ignoring the thoughts pounding in my head that wanted me to approach it at different angles. I was going in for a stab straight into the chest area, and my method of fighting threw the dummy right off and I got a clean cut into it. I pulled put quickly as a spear projected itself in my direction. On instinct I moved aside to avoid getting hit.
C'mon, Rox. Be aggressive. I told myself as I corrected my actions by hitting the spear away from me.
My eyes darted as I saw a compartment open in the dummy right in front of me. I wanted freeze, quickly remembering that was the same part the net had ejected itself out of, but I kept my new fighting style in mind and I jabbed my knife in the compartment. The net sprouted out at the sides but didn't get a chance to launch itself at me. I went in for a high kick in the dummy's face as I wrapped hands around the handle of my knife to pull it out simultaneously. The dummy wasn't taking any of my crap this time, however, and a claw sprouted out and grabbed my foot, sweeping me off my feet until I hung upside down, staring at an upside down Training Arena. I spotted an upside down John.
"Hey John! Can you pass me a sword or something?" I called out as I felt the blood rushing to my head.

I spotted John sprint towards me. My eyes widened as I watched the dummy begin to eject greek fire and propel it towards him. I thought he was going to turn into a charred demigod crisp, but then he began to pick up speed fast until he began to blur beneath my eyes. The jar spun towards him at an unsettling speed, but narrowly missed John as it erupt in a green explosion at his heels. He threw his sword towards me and I couldn't help but swear loudly and outstretch my arms in an awkward position as I tried to grasp the sword in my upside down position. I felt the cool bronze bounce of my fingertips as I tried to juggle it in the air. I sucked in my breath as it fell from my reach and clattered onto the stone floor. I stretched my arms towards it, but to no avail. I looked back up in embarassed exasperation at John. Instead of a bag at his side, gleaming golden armour took its place on its shoulders. It looked a lot more sophisticated and intricate than our default bronze armour that we supplied campers. And a lot shinier. He began saying something about a real spartan, and the determination in his voice was contagious. I looked back down at the sword and began to bounce against the dummy's grip. I felt my body pull up away from the ground, and sink closer the ground. With each bounce I grew closer to the sword's handle. With a grunt and a hard tug I bounced down one last time and wrapped my pale fist around the leather bound handle of the golden sword. I twisted my body around and swung at the claw holding my leg up with both arms. The sword was heavier than my knife, but the added weight made it more forceful and effective. I sliced through the cylinder of metal and just barely rolled to the side to avoid landing on my back. I crawled a little way's away from the dummy before catching John's eye and scrambling back up again.
"I know camp likes to put us in these near-death situations, but this is ridiculous." I protested.
Whoever made this worked a little too hard on its effectiveness. The fear in my chest felt like a constant buzz, but it was overpowered by the adrenaline working its way through my bloodstream. I turned back towards the dummy and swung at it again with the new weapon in my hand, hoping my straightforward approach will distract it from foreseeing John's presumably less direct attack.