[X] If Pyrrha fought the big man, Mordred would have time to slip past and get out the window, hopefully find help.
"He only saw my head." Pyrrha pointed out. "He wouldn't have seen you. And if I fight him, he'll be too distracte to see you sneaking by. The window was right behind him. Do you think you can move enough to go get help?"
Mordred looked up at her. "You're not thinking of fighting without your Aura-"
"I'm in a better condition." Pyrrha interrupted, whispering. "And I haven't seen you use your Semblance since this all started, so I'm assuming it relies on your Aura to work. I'm more likely to walk away from a fight, and we don't have time to waste arguing."
Outside the rooms closed doors, there were some footsteps, the sound of a door closing, and the sound of another door opening.
"He's right there." Pyrrha continued to whisper. "I can distract him. Can you get away?"
Mordred looked up, and nodded. Pyrrha let her down, as they heard another door closing outsid, and she waited by the door for a moment. Then, the door to the room she was in opened, and Pyrrha pushed forward with magnetic power as it did so.
The large man looked back briefly as the stun baton was torn out of his hand, and as he turned back to Pyrrha, the girl rushed forward and punched him in the face. He stumbled back, and she pushed passed him.
If Mordred was going to sneak out, Pyrrha needed to distract him from a distance, so Mordred wasn't at risk of getting caught at all. Holding out a palm and pulling the stun baton towards her, Pyrrha caught it as it flew through the air, and quickly pressed the first button on it.
Energy arced out it it, striking the wall above Pyrrha, so she pointed it at the tall man and held the button down. He cried out as the lightning arced into him, and as it clashed into his Aura, he started walking forward. His speed increased the longer he ran down, and eventually, he was all but sprinting at Pyrrha. The girl briefly saw Mordred stumble out of the open door, moving dragging herself towards the way out, and flipped backwards, backing up as fast as she could until she got to the end of the path, by the steel door she had torn open.
Her opponent finally caught up to her here, grabbing her by the neck, holding her into the air, and slamming her into the ground. She cried out as she felt her ribs cracking, but still managed to work up the strength to point the stun baton upwards as she hit the ground, slamming it into the mans leg. He started jittering in place, and trying to reach down for Pyrrha, so she let go of the baton, holding it against him with her Semblance while moving back into the old room, and as she got out of range, flipped it around, stopping him from grabbing it as she let it off of him for a moment before slamming it into the back of his head.
He leaned his head forward, and Pyrrha quickly move the baton down into his back before he could move freely again. Behind him, in the distance, Pyrrha saw Mordred shutting the door as she exited out of it, and as it did so, Pyrrha ran forward and punched the man in the face again so he wouldn't hear the door shutting.
Mordred was moving slowly, but the door was within reach. Pyrrha just needed to keep the man distracted until then.
She followed through, moving to punch him in the face again, and the man glowed blue for a moment, before a shockwave expanded out from him and threw Pyrrha backwards. She hit the back of her head against the steel door as she flew through the hole, and hit the ground a moment later, her world being replaced with pain.
A moment later, she realised the blow had caused her concentration to lapse and the stun baton to fall to the ground. As she came to this realisation, a hand grabbed her head, blocking her view as it lifted her off the ground.
Her leg swung around to kick forward, striking the name in the side of the neck and making his grip loosen from the pain. Pyrrha used this as a chance to kick away from him with her other leg, flipping in the air again to land on her feet, before she turned around and fled. Getting some distance, Pyrrha spotted the hole in the floor, and briefly considered jumping down it, before deciding it wouldn't be the smartest move.
But perhaps she could try something with it.
Reaching with her Semblance to make sure the door from the stairs was closed. Pyrrha jumped at the ground and rolled to dodge out of the way of the big man, landing near the hole. From within it, she could hear the faint sound of a melodic song, and the sound of blades cutting flesh. Ignoring it, Pyrrha remained stationary for a moment as the man ran at her. Pyrrha jumped at him at the last second, grabbing his arm and using it to boost herself upwards, then spun around as she fell and swept him off his feet.
The man hit the ground face first, and as he stumbles to his feet, Pyrrha calls the stun baton to her again and jabs it into his side. He falls back to the ground as the electricity causes his muscles to spasm, and while Pyrrha used her Semblance to jam the arcing energy into his side, she stands away from him before kicking him in the chest, eventually pushing him into the hole.
As he fell, Pyrrha called the baton back to her, before turning to the steel doors around her. If she opened a few more of them, then she'd be able to run when needed and if she wasn't followed, her pursuers wouldn't be able to chase her down as easily.
Grabbing one of the doors, Pyrrha ripped if open with magnetic force, before she noticed the door leading to the stairs open. She turned to it, pointing the stun baton at it, before a melodic scream echoed out, and Pyrrha watched the baton fall to the floor, with three of her fingers still attached. Then the pain hit her like a truck and she screamed.
In front of her, Three cut at her hair again, cutting it down to shoulder length, before she jammed her scissors into Pyrrha's chest.
"Found you." She said, yawning. "Where's the other?"
Pyyrha gritted her teeth, before she grabbed Three's arms and pulled the scissors out of her chest. She felt blood pour down, and Three jammed the blades back in as Pyrrha tried to step away.
"Stop that." She muttered, tired. "I'm very annoyed with you right now. Piggie's dead, Big, Middle and Little are dead, Asterion is dead, Pony is dead, there's only one of Swarm left..."
She grabbed Pyrrha into the back of the head and slammed her into the ground. The red-haired girl cried out as the knife hit the ground and was pushed further into her chest, its positioning perfect to scrape the side of her heart without piercing it.
As Pyrrha looked up, she saw one of the big men and the woman in a suit walking up the stairs, watching Three's actions.
"Find the other one." Three ordered. "If she's close to escaping, kill her."
The woman stepped forward. "My lady, there's been a commotion. Perhaps-"
Three sighed. "I'll put her in the mobile lab. Blue, go find the other one."
The woman in a suit nodded, and walked off."
"And what of me, my lady?" The bigger man asked.
"Make sure the explosives are set." Three ordered. "I'll leave in the commotion."
"At once." The man said, bowing, before going back downstairs. Three grabbed Pyrrha by the throat, and followed the big man down, before taking a left when the other man went right.
"You've annoyed me." Three admitted. "But that's okay. You won't be able to deny me soon."
Pyrrha struggled for a moment, but Three tightened her grip, denying her oxygen until the struggle stopped. The girl with red hair felt a tear drop down her face, as Three continued talking.
"I wasn't sure what to do with you." Three admitted. "Since the other girl won, I was thinking of having you be the practice run. I'd get an Ursa, cut off its limbs, cut off your limbs, and start experimenting with a proper fusion."
"You-" Pyrrha wheezed.
"Did you know that this is rather difficult?" Three asked. "A Grimm exists as a soulless entity. Having it and someone else fused together, in the past, usually leads to one or the other bleeding out. The one time I avoided that, the mans Aura interacted strangely with the Grimm's soullessness, and the black flesh disintegrated once it was properly a part of the man. He died as well. His vitals were still working, but his Aura disappeared and his soul burnt out. Your Aura is out, however, so the idea was going to be to fuse the two of you while your Aura has been reduced to nothing and seeing if that lack of Aura would allow me to fuse you with a Grimm."
This woman was insane. What reason did she have to do all this? Why did she do these experiments? Why did she take Pyrrha and Mordred and anyone else who had been taken?
"But then they told me your Semblance." Three continued. "Polarity, the control of magnetic force. I've been inspired, now. I've been curious about cyborgs for a while, especially their portrayal in fiction. Robots, AI, cyborgs, they're all displayed as monsters more often than not. Even heroic cyborgs usually have a point with them clinging to their humanity. Otherwise, they are treated as soulless more often than not, and full conversion from cyborg to the removal of fleshy parts into a robot is treated as a bad time always. I'm curious as to how accurate these depictions are, so I made sure to acquire some outdated security robots. They are all programmed to do as I command, and I look forward to seeing at which point you become less than human. Will you hold onto your sense of self even after your brain is attached to an AI loyal to me? Will your entire brain need to be uploaded to digital form for it to work? Will you still be you even after there is no flesh or blood left in your body? Will your humanity erode over time? Will you lose your Aura and soul? I'm curious. You're going to help satisfy my curiosity."
Three babbled on, the speed of her voice much faster than anything Pyrrha had heard come out of a mouth before, and she eventually tune it out. What she had gotten out of the conversation was terrifying enough. She desperately thought of a potential plan of escape, but before she knew it, she was being slammed against a wall.
A metal strap folded out of the wall around her neck, and electricity cackled through it. Three raised Pyrrha's arms, and more metal sections closed around her wrists. A needle struck the back of Pyrrha's shoulder before retracting into the wall, and Three pulled out another machine and placed it in front of Pyrrha's eye.
"That painkiller should keep you too drowsy to use your Semblance." Three said, more to herself than to Pyrrha. "But it'll take time to take enough effect, and I don't want you using your Semblance to try and escape. You overcame the earlier restraining measure, but..."
Pulling out a wire, Three attached the machine in front of Pyrrha to the collar around her neck.
"This should work." She decided. "The collar will detect if you are attempting to use your Semblance, and if it does, this machine will extend the needle. If you do use your Semblance, you will lose your right eye. It will be painful, at any point where you can concentrate enough to use your Semblance."
Pyrrha paled. That...
Three paused for a moment, before tapping the machine a few more times. "It'll also deploy the needle if any of the restrains on you fail. Do not try to escape."
Pyrrha gulped, then nodded.
...Well, at least she had gotten Mordred out. Hopefully. If Three's people had found her, then by now, they would have reported it to her, wouldn't she have?"
Three grabbed the scissors still embedded in Pyrrha's chest, and pulled them out again.
"Let's begin with your injured bits." Three decided, letting Pyrrha bleed. "Your fingers-"
She broke off suddenly. "...The only robotic fingers are attached to the arm. Reprogramming those would take too long..."
Three reached above Pyrrha's left arm, and pulled out some sort of blade attached to the wall.
"This will have to go." She declared, before slamming the blade down, cleaving through muscle and bone to tear off the arm. Pyrrha cried out in pain, and almost used her Semblance on reflex, before the machine in front of her made a humming sound and reminded her of the consequence.
Three reached to the side, pulling open a drawer, and Pyrrha took the moment to look around. The room was small, and with the doors at the back looking like the back doors of an ambulance or truck.
...Which was probably what they were in, Pyrrha realised.
Three pulled out a robotic arm from a box, putting it on Pyrrha's side, and measured it for a moment.
"...Not 'Cute' enough." Three declared. "This arm is bigger than your other arm, and I am told that a necessary aspect to 'Cuteness' is that too big a body part detracts from it. Not to mention the necessity for symmetry, unless the asymmetry is interesting enough, but the one robotic arm would be interesting enough without it being a different size."
Three stepped away, and the arm clung to the wall.
"Still, it is the best I have at the current moment. I can just slim it down later. For now..."
Three punched Pyrrha in the face, and the girl saw her vision jerk to the side. However, she felt no pain at the blow.
...No, that was a lie. There was pain. It was just...
Muffled? Or...
"Painkillers are working well." Three's voice sounded so distant, slower somehow. "In that case, the replacement of internal organs with mechanical replacements begin."
Three's hand reached for Pyrrha's head, guiding her gaze forward, as her other hand pulled out some sort of... Circular...
Buzzsaw, was the word. Pyrrha felt something in her suddenly spike with...
Fear? Worry? Concern? Not a good emotion.
"Stay still." Three ordered, her voice sounding like a whisper echoing through a cave. As she let the buzzsaw hang in place, attached to a metal limb on the wall held in front of Pyrrha, Three reached into another draw at the side. "This mechanical heart will function long enough that..."
She trailed off again.
"Oops. Nearly forgot to ensure your blood keeps flowing."
Three reached above Pyrrha, and started pulling down something she couldn't see. A number of faint pinpricks in her upper shoulder told Pyrrha that something was being put in her, but...
"That should do it." Three declared. "That will cycle your blood around your brain so you don't die if there are complications."
Pyrrha briefly heard the buzzing of the circular saw in front of her, before it became too difficult to keep track of things, for a time. There was a pain in her chest, an even more intense lightness making it hard to even realise she was even thinking, and the passage of time faded away.
Over time, Pyrrha felt some sort of sensation return, as she vaguely heard Three talking about short-term painkillers with high effect as she put a red thing in a jar somewhere. Then, a sudden shrill alarm blared, breaking through the haze in her mind long enough for Pyrrha to hear one of Three's minions talk about-
[X] The inability to find their target before she found help, and a recommendation to flee.
[X] Someone seeking to talk with Three, but not fight them. A... Friend? Of some sort?
[X] ...No, that was a scream. Something about the colour orange, and then an explosion...