Moby lunged at Astra with blinding speed, his massive figure radiating sheer malice. He grabbed her head with one powerful hand, slamming it into the ground with a brutal force that shook the earth. The metallic clang echoed as her face collided with the dirt, her sensors momentarily disoriented by the impact. But Moby wasn't done.

With a savage growl, he dragged Astra's head across the ground, her face carving a trench into the earth as he ruthlessly scraped her along the rough terrain. The grinding sound was deafening, and Astra's once flawless silver skin now sparked and screeched against the gravel, her body jolting with each jagged rock she encountered. The agony registered in her system, her internal processors screaming warnings, but she had no time to dwell on the pain.

Still gripping her head like a predator with its prey, Moby heaved her up effortlessly and hurled her through the air like a ragdoll. Astra's body tore through tree after tree, their trunks splintering and shattering upon impact. She finally crashed into the ground, rolling to a stop with a metallic thud, her frame dented and damaged.

Despite the searing pain pulsing through her systems, Astra pushed herself up, her nanobots working overtime to repair the damage. She knew Moby had the upper hand in raw power, but she couldn't afford to let that deter her. She clenched her fists, feeling the hum of her core intensify. She had to act fast. The power of her shock waves was her only chance to counter this monstrous force.

Determined, she stood tall, her glowing lines pulsating with energy as she prepared to launch her counterattack.

Astra activated the scanning mechanism embedded within her optical sensors, and an artificial voice echoed in her mind, steady and clinical. "Scanning probability of opponent's attack patterns."

Astra's core, a spinning mass of concentrated energy positioned at the center of her chest, was her ultimate power source. The faster it spun, the more energy she could generate, fueling her abilities with a surge of force. She knew that if she could accelerate it to its maximum rotation, she'd be able to release a shockwave powerful enough to incapacitate Moby. However, building up to that level of energy wasn't instantaneous—it required precious time and focus.

That's when Astra decided to buy herself time by predicting Moby's attacks. If she could evade him without disrupting the stability of her core, she would be able to unleash a shockwave powerful enough to turn the tide in her favor.

With Moby looming over her like a storm cloud, Astra knew this strategy carried serious risks. Every second spent spinning her core to generate the energy needed for a powerful shockwave left her vulnerable, and Moby showed no intention of giving her any space. His relentless attacks tested her agility and endurance with each passing moment.

The nanobots within her worked tirelessly to repair the damage he'd inflicted, but their progress was painfully slow. She could channel more energy to accelerate their repairs, but doing so would drain the energy reserved for her shockwave. If she diverted power now, she'd have to start the energy buildup from scratch, setting her back even further. Forced to make a choice, she resolved to endure the damage and focus entirely on her core's rotation, knowing that the shockwave was her only real chance to turn the tide.

Suddenly, Moby lunged, landing next to her with a ground-shaking thud. Without warning, he unleashed a vicious roundhouse kick aimed at her head. Astra's instincts kicked in, and she deftly sidestepped the attack, countering with a falcon punch to his abdomen. The strike landed, and Moby flinched, but the impact barely registered against his thick frame.

"Probability of a headbutt: 80%," the mechanical voice chimed in her head, just as Moby leaned in for a devastating headbutt. But Astra was quicker—she anticipated the move, intercepting him with a precise right hook that connected squarely with his chin.

"Probability of a high kick: 92%," the voice continued, as Moby regained his stance and prepared for his next assault.

"Probability of a jab: 78%," it added, the predictions pouring in as fast as Moby could unleash them.

"Probability of an elbow: 88%," the voice calculated, yet Astra was in a rhythm now, each piece of data honing her reactions like a finely tuned instrument.

"Probability of a chop to the neck: 95%," she noted silently, bracing herself for Moby's next move.

"Probability of a leg sweep: 99%," the voice droned, and Astra felt the tension crackle in the air.

"Probability of a tornado kick: 76%," it concluded, just as she squared her shoulders, prepared to turn the tide.

With determination flaring in her circuits, Astra resolved to buy herself time, skillfully dodging and countering Moby's strikes while spinning her core faster and faster. She could feel the energy building, a storm brewing within her, and she was ready to unleash it when the moment arrived.

Astra kept scanning Moby, her sensors rapidly predicting his every movement. Moby, however, quickly caught on to her strategy. He jumped back two steps, frustration creeping into his thoughts. Can she really predict my movements? I'm clearly stronger and faster-why can't I hit her? Damn it. With a sneer, Moby taunted, "So, you've still got a few tricks up your sleeve. But is this all you can muster? Your attacks are nothing but a nuisance. You'll never damage me like this." Astra replied, "You are attempting to destabilize my focus. Apologies, but that tactic will not succeed."

In a flash, Astra dashed toward Moby, her speed a blur. Anticipating her movement, Moby swung his right arm, aiming a punch as she approached. But Astra was already one step ahead. Using the momentum of her run, she ducked low, evading his punch and sliding underneath him with effortless grace. Now positioned behind him, Astra seized Moby by the neck, her grip firm. With a swift motion, she began to spin, her body whirling like a cyclone, generating a mini tornado that spiraled around her. Moby felt the world spin violently, his vision blurring as dizziness overtook him. What the hell is happening? After nearly 45 seconds, Astra released him, sending Moby hurtling through the forest. He crashed through multiple trees before landing heavily on the ground, coughing up a mouthful of blood.

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Wiping the blood from his mouth with a grimace, Moby narrowed his eyes, determination hardening his expression. I underestimated her. She's not to be taken lightly. Realizing that brute force alone wouldn't suffice, a smirk spread across his face, his voice dripping with malice. "Looks like I can't just smash my way through you. It's time to get a little creative. If she can't see my actions, how can she predict my movements?"

In his fully powered form, Moby possesses complete control over his energy levels, allowing him to manipulate them with precision. Even though Astra's sensors can detect the faintest heat signatures, Moby understands that by perfectly regulating his own energy output, he can effectively mask his presence from her advanced scanning capabilities.

With this knowledge, Moby devises a simple yet effective plan: he decides to retreat into the shadows and launch surprise attacks from a distance, exploiting the element of stealth to catch Astra off guard. By concealing his energy signature, Moby aims to turn the tide of battle in his favor, confident that he can outmaneuver her perception and strike when she least expects it.

After hurling Moby deep into the forest, Astra sprinted in the direction she last saw him, her sensors scanning frantically for any sign of movement. The towering trees loomed ominously, concealing her opponent in their shadows.

Suddenly, without warning, a massive rock hurtled toward her with terrifying speed, as if it had been launched from a catapult. Astra barely had time to react. The rock slammed into her with a bone-rattling impact, sending her flying through the air before crashing hard against a tree trunk. She crumpled to the ground, disoriented and struggling to regain her footing.

As she stood, a stream of blue liquid oozed from a crack in her metallic frame, pooling on the forest floor. The damage report flashed across her internal display. "If I continue sustaining damage at this rate, my operational duration will be severely compromised."

she thought, forcing herself to focus despite the pain surging through her systems.

Meanwhile, Moby stood approximately 300 meters away, concealed in the underbrush. He had perfected his strategy of using the terrain to his advantage, preparing to snipe Astra with his impressive throwing strength. He could launch rocks with such force that they became deadly projectiles, and his next shot would be decisive.

Astra squinted toward the direction from which the last rock had come, her instincts urging her to charge forward. But she knew better than to assume her enemy would remain in the same spot after firing. Moby had already repositioned himself, plotting his next assault.

Just as she gained her bearings and began to move, another rock came hurtling toward her, striking her with a sickening thud. She emitted a mechanical screech, her systems warning her of the impact's severity as she fell to the ground once more.

"Warning: major damage detected. Adviced to utilize core energy to expedite healing process," the mechanical voice in her head intoned, cold and clinical. Astra hesitated. She could draw on her core to heal fully, but that would leave her vulnerable and energy-depleted against Moby's relentless onslaught.

Just a little more… I'm almost there, she thought, gritting her teeth against the pain coursing through her circuitry. She could feel the blue liquid pooling beneath her, a stark reminder of her precarious state.

Moby, observing Astra's struggle, couldn't suppress a malicious grin. Sensing her weakness, he decided it was time to end the fight. He selected a particularly large rock, his muscles coiling as he prepared to launch it at her.

The rock, though massive and not as fast as his previous projectiles, shot forward with frightening speed, aiming directly for Astra. But in that moment of peril, Astra's core began to spin faster, a deafening roar erupting from it like a jet engine revving up. It was clear she had accumulated enough energy for her counterattack.

With newfound determination, she lifted both hands and pointed toward the incoming boulder. "SHOCK AND AWE!" she shouted, unleashing a massive wave of energy, a shockwave that rippled through the air, aiming to obliterate the threat before her.

The shockwave tore through the air, shattering the boulder into a thousand pieces. Its momentum didn't stop there—it surged forward with terrifying force, obliterating everything in its path. Trees splintered into shards, the earth itself was torn open, and rocks disintegrated into dust under its devastating impact.

Moby, standing too far to relocate quickly, hadn't anticipated Astra's direct response. He typically only repositioned after she was distracted or injured, but this time, she had unleashed her attack the moment she spotted the trajectory of the rock, aiming her shockwave toward the source with deadly precision.

The wave of energy surged straight toward him. Moby's instincts screamed for him to move, but there was no time. The blast struck him with full force.

"Boom!" The shockwave slammed into him like a freight train, the sheer impact crushing his body. His powerful frame was lifted off the ground and flung through the forest like a ragdoll. The force ripped through his body, tearing into his internal organs with a ferocity even his enhanced strength couldn't withstand. Blood filled his throat as he hurtled backward, smashing through trees, rocks, and anything in his path. He crashed to the ground nearly 500 meters away, his body broken and limp.

He lay in a pool of his own blood, his body mangled and his chest rising and falling in short, shallow gasps. His organs screamed in agony, torn apart by Astra's shockwave. He tried to call out, to express his anguish, but his throat was filled with blood, choking off any sound. All he could manage was a low, guttural groan, the pain so intense it left him paralyzed.

Blood seeped from every pore, and his vision blurred as the life slowly drained from his body. Moby had underestimated Astra—now, he was paying the price.

Meanwhile, Astra collapsed to the ground, her own body pushed to its limits. Blue liquid dripped from her wounds, staining the earth beneath her. Her core, now spinning at maximum speed, was working overtime to repair the damage she had sustained throughout the battle. She knew she couldn't afford to leave Moby unchecked, but her systems were on the verge of shutting down from the strain. She lay there, barely able to move, desperately trying to replenish her energy.

It was a dangerous gamble. If her attack had missed, if Moby had relocated just a second sooner, the fight would've ended differently. She would have been the one lying in a pool of liquid, defeated. But now, both combatants lay on the brink of destruction, the forest around them silent, save for the faint hum of Astra's core spinning and the slow, ragged breaths of a dying Moby.