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The beginning of the End (Artefact Battle) (PvP) - Red-Hood - 11-10-2016
The intensity in the need for the Lazarus pit increased on a daily basis ever since Red Hood had been separated from The God Mind. He had hoped in finding the being he could some how quell the calling of the emerald pool, but to his despair Nealapph was gone from this plane of existence after he brutally murdered himself after the great battle on Mount Doom.
He had even attempted to recreate the pool, even with the help of the wisest wizards in Camelot, he had no success. He had since departed from his ally Thor as he started his personal quest to find the missing half. He sometimes wondered how the Asguardian was doing, reminiscing on the days they had fought together. Red could feel himself fading from this world. Being pulled back to Gotham.
He had since come to terms with his anger with his old mentor and foster father Bruce Wayne, and felt it was time for him to allow the emerald pool's beckoning call to whisk him back.
Red unsheathed the sword given to him by the God Mind. A crackling like chirp resounded off the blade as he saw small sparks fly off the blade. He wanted to give the blade to a worthy combatant so earlier in the week he had issued a challenge to the omniverse. Much to his surprise and pleasure many people had answered his call to battle.
Red stood in the quite area that was the nexus, the only sound came from the fountain as the water trickled into the large basin. He was birthed into this world from this fountain and he found it appropriate to end his time where his journey had begun. So he stood in silence, waiting for his first adversaries to arrive.
Quote:Word Limit: 1000
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RE: The beginning of the End (Artefact Battle) - Albert Wesker - 11-10-2016
After assessing his current condition quite thoroughly, the cyber soldier had turned his attention toward his PET, and re-establishing contact with his assistant and set off aimlessly through the Nexus. And once said contact had been re-established, he set to informing himself of anything that the curious little helper program had been up to or found of note during his absence. Most of it was of no real consequence, There was an email from Karl Jak, which brought a slight tinge of unpleasantness to the normally neutral scowl adorning his features, but it seemed to just be something about a thank you letter, and some prizes to be picked up at a Coruscant lockbox. Something to make note of for later.
The other thing of note was a message from the Red Hood, a name Colonel recalled from the experience at Death Mountain. A challenge for a battle, with him giving up a blade he had received from the Headmaster. That was something that caught his interest rather soundly, especially when he saw that others had already expressed interest in the challenge. After a moment of considering his options, he had Cricket send a brief message that he would also be taking part in this challenge, and turned about to head back to the fountain.
If there was a challenge over such an item to be had, then he would be there to meet said challenge. Even if he did not emerge the victor, he would at least have another battle and more experience under his belt., and after his recent failures to survive encounters of great magnitude, such experience would be only a good thing for him.
RE: The beginning of the End (Artefact Battle) - Joline - 11-10-2016
I puff my cheeks and start to ramble to myself. At times I’m not even entirely sure I know what I’m talking about - I’m just… saying things to ease my uncontrolled, ineffectual anger.
“MAYBE,” I conclude, “I’M just being a DRAMA QUEEN. Okay. OKAY, MAYBE IT’S NORMAL FOR PEOPLE TO JUST CASUALLY GET THEIR RIBS SHATTERED.”
It’s not working.
Nope. Not concluding yet. “AND WHAT IS IT WITH PEOPLE AND GIVING RANDOM CHILDREN WEAPONS?! JEEZ, IT’S LIKE NOBODY UNDERSTANDS CHILDREN.” I grab for Brug Hild over my shoulder and my hand barely fits into its grip. “I COULD TRIP AND KILL MYSELF WITH THIS THING.” Immediately after making it the target of my impotent rage, I return it to its sheath, fumbling a bit to fit it properly into the sort of case’s opening.
I stop myself. “I guess it’s kinda nice to have something I’ve dreamed of having for years, but…” I ball my hands into fists, forcing myself to be angry again. “It’s STILL hilariously dangerous! No, NOT funny! Not hilarious! JUST DANGEROUS!”
I let out a deep, irritated yell for good measure. At this point I think I’m just working myself up, and… that’s working out for me, at least.
“And what the flying FUCK is the deal with this ‘sorcerer’ thing?!” I add, holding my hands out in front of me and trying to duplicate the effect I got earlier. A pair of blades, just like the ones I imagined - one silvery and the other black as night - form in my hands. “OH. GREAT. I CAN MAKE THINGS OUT OF NOTHING. THAT’S CUTE.” I toss the blades carelessly over my shoulders, producing a ball of Omnilium hastily afterwards.
“GUESS WHAT ELSE CAN DO THAT?!” I ask the void expanding seemingly infinitely in every direction.
Another deep, irritated yell. “WHAT WAS THAT ABOUT WATCHING AND WAITING, HUH?!” I shout at the sky, feeling like a complete and utter lunatic. “HAVING FUN YET?! ‘CAUSE AN ETERNITY OF THIS SHIT IS WHAT YOU SIGNED ON FOR, NAMELESS JACKASS!”
I curse a lot when I’m angry, I think as I look back at what I’ve said. Like, a lot a lot.
I half-groan, half-sigh as I produce my phone. I start to meander halfheartedly through the Dataverse as I walk. Messing around on the Internet usually solves my problems, and being in a void that makes absolutely zero sense where I should realistically not be getting service isn’t gonna stop me from flipping everything but the digital world my middle finger. Or fingers, plural, if I’m feeling particularly bothered and suddenly gain telekinetic powers.
I squint. “Something… about a challenge, huh…?” I mutter, flicking my eyes over a forum post. “Nexus… ‘somebody arrived’...”
I look up and my phone slips from my hand. My jaw drops. “...I have the distinct feeling I just walked into something I can’t walk out of.”
I roll my shoulders and kick my phone aside with my boot, which… feels distinctly different than it did earlier. And… the ground still feels farther from my head than it should, but that’s not worth worrying about right now. I waggle my fingers and sparks dance between them, flashing teal light. A pair of words boil in my throat and bubble out between my lips. “Trace on.”
The same blades - Kanshou and Bakuya, I recall - appear in my hands and I grasp at them through the subsiding magical electricity. Somehow, this all feels… familiar. Welcomed, almost warming, not excruciating like it had been.
“So what’s this about a challenge? I’ve got time to blow off some steam,” I remark, specifically to the mask and jacket-clad individual before me. There’s something unsettling about him, something I can’t quite put my finger on.
...Maybe it was the blade at his side, crackling with electricity and singing like a flock of birds. “I’ll just have to hope I can dodge that,” I add, shuddering a little. Still vivid memories of the mace to the chest remind me getting hit really hurts.
“I’m ready whenever you are, I guess. So unless you’re waiting for somebody or… something, I don’t know, we can just have at it.”
I make a mental note to think up some sort of fancy duel introduction quote, or at least one that sounds a little less stilted and uncomfortable. My black-bladed hand stands guard in front of me while my white-bladed hand hangs at my flank as I begin to play the waiting game.
Quote:Joline is currently in her 'adult' form, for reference. When in doubt, roster 'n that jazz.
RE: The beginning of the End (Artefact Battle) - Mitsuki - 11-11-2016
Mitsuki pushed himself to a feet with a groan, glancing back at what was previously an Hourglass. It had morphed, during the boy’s thoughts, into a fountain trickling gently. He glanced between the trio that had appeared nearby, each as different as the next. He studied them from a distance for a short while, the hooded man in particular.
The Shinobi considered his options. Perhaps one of them would make a good companion for whatever lay ahead. Or were they here for something different, something more dangerous to him? He sighed quietly to himself as he eyed the trio up. There were too many unknowns, caution would be the most suitably tactic to employ. His stomach roiled as a number of possibilities passed through his mind.
A incessant chirping broke the near silence, a noise all too familiar to the Shinobi.
“That’s.. Chidori..” Mitsuki spoke aloud, to no one in particular, as he approached the hooded man, “How did you come into possession of that blade, Red-san? That’s the Sword of Kusanagi, isn’t it? The blade of Sasuke-” The boy’s rambling fell interrupted by a woman, “I’m ready whenever you are, I guess. So unless you’re waiting for somebody or… something, I don’t know, we can just have at it.”
He grimaced, a challenge? Something predetermined by the sounds of it. Had he interrupted something? Regardless, his interest had been piqued by the appearance of the Uchiha’s blade. Mitsuki took a step back and waited with bated breath for what was to come.
RE: The beginning of the End (Artefact Battle) - Shay Cormac - 11-11-2016
Shay Cormac's knees were a tad wobbly; jumping into the gates of the Nexus after running across half of the Endless Dunes and possibly most of Coruscant might have been the reason for such. Shay's head felt heavy. His thoughts were so all over the place, he could barely remember what he was doing over his pounding head.
Those damned hooligans he was chasing. Never bothered once to take their baggy cloaks off, tried to trip Shay countless times in their chase that lasted for hours, and... Now?
Shay looked up. Nothing but white.
The Templar's knees crashed onto the floor of the Nexus, if you could even call it that. His breathing was steadily slowing down, but his lungs felt like they were burning still. He kept looking, trying to regain focus onto any possible person in the vast, blank and empty space of the verse, yet nothing Shay looked for even remotely fit the bill. Whoever he was chasing, Shay soon realized they were long gone.
Though, at this point, the captain currently groaning on the floor didn't much care, despite him being absolutely sure that the hooded figures were some sort of criminals. Shay hadn't seen anybody with that much stamina since... his older days as an Assassin. The thought made him wince. The Templar needed to take a bit of a breather. Though, there weren't many couches to loaf around on, or any beds...
Well, Shay thought, there WAS the Fountain. Not much could go wrong there, unless some wicked Prime decided to pick a fight with him. At this point, Shay didn't want to try Lady Luck's fortunes again, as much as he detested her ways. Perhaps it could do the man a bit of good to be careful every once in a while.
With that, he finally got himself upwards, and began to walk.
RE: The beginning of the End (Artefact Battle) - Erik Vrell - 11-12-2016
Erik sighed dejectedly as he wandered throughthe Nexus, disappointed that he had failed to make any progress again. Was he doomed to make no progress in this world? Just as he was seriously considering this thought, Erik spotted someone in the distance, someone familiar.
Erik's eyes widened as he realised who it was. It was Red Hood, the man who had fought against, and defeated, Volvagia while fused with Nealapph, and the man who had the chidori blade. Sasuke's blade.
Anger welled up inside the psychic, furious that he would just take the sword instead of returning it to its rightful owners. Marching towards the fountain, Erik hoped that the man would just admit that he had taken it, because claiming ignorance would be worse than impudent, it would be an insult.
Before he reached the fountain, Erik's eyes were drawn to the small crowd that had gathered around Red Hood. A knot formed in his stomach, at best they would be willing to work together to fight Red Hood, if it came to that, but at worst they could be Red Hood's allies.
All eyes fell on Erik as he reached the fountain. Most of the people crowding around the fountain were simply sizing him up, but a sound of surprise came from Red Hood. Erik cleared his throat, slightly unsure of how to begin.
"Hello again, Red Hood." Erik began, "I'm not sure if you remember me, but I was one of the primes who assisted in killing Volvagia. That is of little relevance now, however. I am here for the Sword of Kusanagi. It belongs to Sasuke, and since he has... Gone missing, recently, then by right it should belong to New Babylon!"
Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves, Erik drew Mageslayer and levelled it at Red Hood before shouting, "Red Hood. I, Erik Vrell of New Babylon and priest of the mindbreaker order, challenge you to combat!"
RE: The beginning of the End (Artefact Battle) - Red-Hood - 11-12-2016
Behind his mask a sly grin began to appear on his face. So far only three people had come to fight for the magical sword. Red Hood didn't recognize the two young women standing before him, he did however recognize the large technowarrior. He had met Colonel not to long ago when they had fought the great dragon that terrorized the Ashen Steeps. To his knowledge Colonel hadn't survived the ordeal unless he was able to escape the battle of Mount Doom. Red had been surprised to see him answer his message, considering Red thought he was dead, however Thor had been resurrected even though he had seen his body burnt to a crisp. Off in the distance Red could see another hooded figure approaching, assuming he was also interested in the sword, Red turned back to those already gathered in front of him.
Red sheathed the sword and placed it back in it's customary place; slung around his back. A moment later another familiar face had arrived. Erik Vrell had been with him as they tried to infiltrate the great dragon's lair. Red listened to Erik's heart felt challenge. After the the young man was finished Red burst into laughter. Soon the hooded figure stopped walking as he came level next to Erik
"Well Erik, you'll have to get in line" he said motioning at the others standing in front of him.
"The God Mind, Nealaphh gave me this sword and if you wish to posses it, you'll have to fight me just like all of them, and quite possibly them as well if they stay true to the challenge." Red said sizing each of the combatants up.
"Well then, let's get this over then shall we?" He said in a monotone voice. With deft hand motion to his belt, Red produced a flash bang grenade and one of his speciality grenades he had been dying to use. With a flick of his wrist he threw both of them. Unfortunately for the group they had all been standing quite near one another. As the gas dispersed and began to spread among them Red let out a small laugh.
"What you're all experiencing right now is a little concoction a man named Dr. Crane created, or better known as the Scarecrow. The chemical should be making its way towards your brains and soon you'll all be met with your darkest deepest fears. Although it's just a hallucination, your brain doesn't know that" Red finished with another laugh. Red pulled his guns from their respective holsters and steadied them at the blind and hallucinating group. He watched the blinded and afflicted group with a smile as he saw the beginning of the chemical take affect. Not wanting to waste this perfect moment Red began firing his pistols, evenly distributing the bullets between the group of people. Each bullet met it's mark and groans and screams of pain came from them. Of course Red wasn't sure if that was due to his now empty ammunition clips or from the gas he had unleashed upon them. Red reloaded the guns, waiting for what would come next.
Quote:Used flashbang grenade and Dr. Crane's Gas grenade.
As described in the post the has causes you to hallucinate your worst fear. Since you all are standing so close to one another you'll probably end up bumping into one another and causing a fight. The first part of your next post should describe the fear your charry has and how he/she deals with it
601 words according to site counter.
RE: The beginning of the End (Artefact Battle) - Joline - 11-12-2016
Over with? “So you called people out here for a challenge, and you’re not even gonna try to enjoy it? Jeez,” I say, “I bet I know at least one person who’d do anything for a chance like this--”
Oh sweet lord that’s a grenade--
EVERYTHING goes white - not like everything wasn’t already, anyways. My ears feel heavy and like something popped in them as they ring incessantly, reminding me of a certain critical HP beeping noise. I’m pretty sure I drop Kanshou and Bakuya as I reach my hands up to my temples, grasping at my aching head. I try to shout OWWWWWWW as loudly as I can, but I can’t even hear myself speak.
When I can finally hear and see again, the jackass that threw the grenade… tosses another. Instinctively I jump back, covering my eyes with my forearm, only to find an odd sort of scent reaching my nose. It’s… interesting, worth sniffing at to see what it even is.
“Soon you'll all be met with your darkest deepest fears,” he explains, and with exasperation my arm falls to my side.
“Oh, FUCK RIGHT OFF,” I shout. “NO!”
Something reaches my twitchy, achy ears. A low-pitched humming sort of noise, circling and dancing lazily around specifically my left ear. I freeze in place.
I know what’s there.
“I swear,” I hiss, pure, unadulterated hate bubbling up in my bright blue eyes, “I’m going to kill you.”
Bees.
All at once the sense of righteous indignation vanishes as the buzzing sound begins to multiply, then multiply further and further. My arms start to tremble at my sides and my legs feel like they’re going to buckle.
Just don’t move and they won’t hurt you. I always thought that was stupid advice, like saying ‘why don’t poor people just buy more money’ or something. Easy to say, easy to prove it’s stupid.
At last my will to stand still gives in and I burst to full speed, tearing across the void screaming higher than I thought my voice could ever reach.
A quick look over my shoulder gives me a glimpse of what I’m dealing with - a torrent of yellow and black and angry, determined buzzing and tiny wings flapping and stingers begging to turn me into a human pincushion.
I don’t know how, but every time I look over my shoulder, they’re gaining on me. Getting closer and closer and closer every time, until-- at last--
...They’re gone? I skid to a stop and my scream turns to a confused whimper. My whimper turns into a growl of that same pure rage from earlier as I spin back around, whisper with contempt Trace On and begin my sprint, two blades in hand.
“SPECIAL DELIVERY,” I yell, leaping admittedly not very high into the air. “One DICKING for the sadistic asshat!”
I’m not as fast as I used to be, I note, beginning to thrust and slash at my target, but it’s definitely clear I’m faster. He’s at a disadvantage in close combat, but close combat is all I can manage.
I feint with Kanshou, pulling my left arm in for a slash - or so it seems. I get a feeling, a sort of hint in the back of my mind, he’s going to duck and use this opportunity to get out of my threat range. In response, I stop my slash, dipping to a crouch and sweeping my leg out at his feet like a pendulum across the ground. I follow swiftly with a kick to the stomach, punting his already aerial body backwards. “Fly ball!” I cheer, laughing triumphantly. I think I snort a bit while I’m laughing, puffing a bit of the gas from earlier out my nose. “Not so hot now, huh?!”
Immediately I follow up with a dash forward, getting our brawl a bit too close to everybody else involved in this challenge. Around now they’re all out of their horrible, fear-induced predicaments and beginning to join the fray. My real opponent, meanwhile, has a pair of combat knives in hand, ready to try and handle me up close and personal.
Bad move.
With a smirk I blink forward with Kanshou over my head. My battlecry echoes in the void as I bring it down - it shatters as it collides with the flat of his knife, and instinctively I drop Bakuya, letting it fade as I summon a new pair. “Trace on,” I whisper, slipping around my target, going from his left ear to his right with both words. As I take up my position in front of him again, I consider that I could use the Stadi-Various here, so I command it to play at my back while remaining in my bag. A shapeless, spectral mass begins to project the sounds of a choir and orchestra. I flip back to meet it as a foreboding, stomach-churning piece begins. I then advance with my blades hanging at my sides, grinning almost evilly.
“Should’ve been more careful with that gas,” I puff. I have to admit, I’m already feeling a bit winded, but I think I can hide it. “Just to return the favour, I’m about to be your worst nightmare.”
Quote:Used Burst Movement to leg it. (Ab)Used Kanshou & Bakuya. Master Acrobat is best power.
Joline's got Brug Hild and Beskyttende on her back as of present. She hasn't used them, but they're there.
872 words, according to Google Docs, Wordcounter.net and my eyes.
May the best of us win.
RE: The beginning of the End (Artefact Battle) - Mitsuki - 11-13-2016
Mitsuki watched on for a while as the gas from Hood’s grenade slowly expanded towards him. Judging from the reactions of those involved, it was a poisonous gas, probably hallucinogenic, given the Hooded man’s explanation. Sparing no more time for thought, the Shinobi inhaled deeply and weaved the appropriate hand seals.
“ Fūton: Daitoppa!” The boy cried out and exhaled a stream of chakra laced wind gushed forth, cutting a path into the cloud of gas. The ninja took a step forwards, producing a Kunai from within his pouch. He spun the knife around his finger and caught it in a backhanded grip before darting towards the Hooded man and his pursuer.
“Just to return the favour, I’m about to be your worst nightmare.” echoed through the gas as he closed the gap between them, his features drawn into a determined glare. The gas had begun to spread back into the alley created by Mitsuki’s Wind release, time was short. He dropped his stance slightly, lowering his shoulders towards the ground and released a burst of inhuman speed, reaching the engaged two in a matter of seconds. He ground to a halt as it appeared the woman moved in to strike, weaving another pair of hand seals and muttering the jutsu’s name, “Sen'ei Jashu.” A pair of deep emerald snakes emerged from within the boy’s sleeve and burst forth. The first coiled around the woman’s arm, digging it’s fangs into her wrist, the second missing it’s mark slightly as Joline had lunged towards Red Hood. It was enough, however, it ceased her assault and forced her to take a leap backwards as the snakes dissipated into nothingness once more. Mitsuki bolted once more, skidding to a halt in between the pair, kunai raised in a defensive stance.
“I cannot let you harm this man. He holds an artefact precious to Konoha and one of it’s inhabitants. I must return it to it’s rightful owner.” The Shinobi spoke, to neither participant in particular. He had no desire to engage the Hooded man, he’d prefer to acquire the Sword of Kusanagi on neutral terms, but he’d have to force him out of the fight for the time being. Fighting two against one in his current state was a mistake, something clear to the Shinobi from the very beginning. He took another deep breath, weaving the hand seals of Tiger, Ox, Dog, Rabbit and the Snake in quick succession and called out, once more, “Fūton: Daitoppa!” aiming the stream of destructive wind for Red Hood. The jutsu forced the man on the defensive and gave the Shinobi an opening. He clenched his free hand and threw an aimed punch into the air, directed for the Woman on his other side.
“Sen'ei Jashu!” The snakes were summoned into existence once again and burst forwards from Mitsuki’s sleeve, hurtling towards Joline. Almost instantaneously, the woman dragged her shield, Beskyttende, from her back and batted the snakes heads aside. The serpents hissed angrily before disappearing in a puff of white smoke, though, that was the feint. An attack aimed to draw her attention away from the Shinobi himself who had thrown himself into a sprint and closed the gap between them, Kunai poised to strike. Through whatever means, however, Joline saw through the feint, granting her the time to twist her body enough so that the Kunai only made contact with her side, slicing through the skin just above the hip with a sickening, bloodied crunch. Joline yelped and took another leap backwards, having avoided the brunt of the damage the Shinobi could have inflicted. She replaced the buckler at her back and whispered the words “Trace on” once more, summoning the pair of swords she had previously carried once again.
“You got a weird ability there, kid,” She spoke, “whoever the fuck decided to put snakes up your sleeve was a real ass.” The foreboding music echoed around the woman as she stooped low and burst forwards. She leapt into the air as she closed the gap and spun, blades held outward, forming a whirling cyclone of metal and pain. The Shinobi took stance once more, Kunai held defensively as he watched the woman’s rotated once more. He managed to catch the first blade with the Kunai while the second left a nice gash across Mitsuki’s cheek. He groaned in pain and fell back on his heels, blood trickling down toward his chin. The Shinobi wiped his cheek clean, however briefly, and tossed a Kunai toward the woman. She ducked low to avoid the knife, only to be met by a heavy knee to the chin from the Shinobi who had burst forward, using the knife as cover once again. Deception was the aim as Mitsuki found himself without the majority of his Justu.
Quote:818 words according to the site counter, 798 according to google docs. Who knows? *shrug* Hope everything I did was okay, Joline!
RE: The beginning of the End (Artefact Battle) - Albert Wesker - 11-14-2016
A few monotone words from the Red Hood, and the battle was off to its start. A quick movement, and a pair of grenades, one in either hand, thrown among their number. Colonel narrowed his eyes as the flash of the first went off, staggering back as an automated response shut down vision receptors in his eyes, warding off the worst of the blinding but leaving him sightless all the same. A brief warning sounded about 'foreign contaminants' just as Red Hood launched into his explanation about what the concoction was. Mildly worrying. His vision flickering back on, the first thing to meet him was the leering form of Dr. Wily, a PET in hand displaying a familiar navi emblem. Colonel's expression darkened, and had he been human the shaking in deep unease would have been visible. The data that had been taken from him, turning him into the heartless soldier that he was now. What else could that madman take from him? Nothing. Not one more damn thing. He charged forward with his saber raised, intent on striking the smug scientist down. But he never could reach him, Wily's sneering visage always hovering just out of his reach.
Why?!
A moment later, the grinning form of the mad doctor flickered, and then vanished altogether. "Hallucination..." the soldier navi muttered, a touch of irritation in his otherwise neutral tone. In his brief time distracted by that, the real battle had gotten started without him.
He stopped, surveying the scene, watching the brief scuffle between the pale youth that had identified the Sword of Kusanagi by name, and the woman who just seemed very...irritated. His eyes flickered briefly, a spark lighting in them as he memorized the means with which they fought, taking careful note of their techniques, weapons and the almost miraculous dodging ability that the woman put forth. Analyze. Memorize. Duplicate. But there would be time for that later; his real target here was the Red Hood, and the cybernetic warrior rounded on him with a cold look on his face, and with a low whirring noise launched himself at the issuer of this increasingly-complicated challenge. His initial launch shot him forward in a blur, closing the distance between them in a flash, and the vigilante scarcely had time to even register the approaching foe and turn from the bother of Joline and Mitsuki in time to react to the attack. A desperate defense with his knives, crossing them in an X formation, met the strike of the much heavier blade. He avoided being dealt a blow, but the sheer momentum behind the blow nonetheless threw him several feet through the air, skidding roughly backwards as he touched back down again.
"I wasn't sure you survived the battle back at Death Mountain," he commented, twirling the knives in either hand before readying to spring back into the fray. "Surprised you showed up."
"I didn't survive," came Colonel's curt response, his sword rising to a neutral posture, suited to attack or defend, his free arm dropping to hang by his belt, the hand curled into a loose fist. "But it seems death is somewhat less than permanent for us."
Further talk was forestalled by Red leaping forward, feinting first one way, then another, his knives gleaming as they struck. One was knocked well wide of its mark, the much more robust blade of the navi's saber easily overpowering the strike, while the other clearly found its mark, scraping against armor plating and digging into a seam below the shoulder, eliciting a loud, metallic whine as it carved a jagged tear through the armor. It didn't seem to impede Colonel at all, as he struck back, a sizzling flash of green marking his saber's track as it cut clean across the vigilante's torso, leaving a clean gash, but not scoring a solid enough blow to seriously hamper him. Scampering back from immediate reach, Red just puffed out a deep breath. "You're tougher than I expected...but guess I should have known better, huh? Robots are durable."
Colonel's response was to merely flick one arm out, throwing something at his target. Behind the mask, Red's eyes narrowed, trying to focus on what it was, before they widened in surprise, and then he recoiled, backpedaling furiously and trying to cover his eyes as the blinding flash went off right in his face. "Gah!"
The brief opening was all Colonel needed, once more launching forward, hurtling into range and winding up for his signature technique to deliver a decisive blow and finish this immediately...had some bizarre twist of fate not chosen precisely then to intervene. A swift WARNING! lit up across his HUD, and he reacted instinctively, planting one heavy boot on the ground and whirling about, the new addition of a buckler flashing to life on his left forearm as he backhanded a sharp implement out of the air, catching it on the diminutive shield. The glare in his eyes as he settled his sight on the bizarre youth, his arm still outstretched from throwing the knife-like weapon.
"As I have said to another, I cannot let you harm this man!" Mitsuki announced, quite boldly as he drew another of the implements out, clearly readying to attack again. "The sword in his possession must be returned to its rightful owner!"
Colonel just lowered his stance slightly. "...so be it." The grim proclamation was all he said in warning before he struck, the crackle of emerald lightning scything across Mitsuki's position. "Screen Divide!" The young shinobi avoided the worst of it, reacting on instinct and diving backward, but now sporting a heavy injury on his chest.
"Neat trick!" came a voice from behind the soldier machine, and he didn't even have time to whirl around before he felt a pair of blade hit, and shatter, on his shoulders, staggering him.
Quote:1000 words exactly (SORCERY :psy: ), excluding this quote, of course
Moves/Powers used:
Mimic: Burst Movement (Joline)
Colonel Saber
Red Hood used: Dual Combat Knives
Survival (shrugging off wounds for daaaaaays)
Mimic: Flash Bangs (Red Hood)
Mimic: Foresight (Joline)
Mimic: Beskyttende (Joline)
Mitsuki used: Kunai
Screen Divide
Joline used: Kanshou and Bakuya
RE: The beginning of the End (Artefact Battle) - Shay Cormac - 11-14-2016
It hadn't been a single five minutes before Shay saw an explosion of gaseous fumes in the distance.
The Templar hadn't thought of walking faster, nor did he want to. Whatever these Primes were doing, Shay would much rather put them down while they were a bit squishy rather than jump in immediately. Admittedly, it was a bit entertaining to watch them go at each others throats; the colors and flashy moves were like watching a play.
In the midst of Shay's slight amusement, his eye crossed two things that put the rather pleasing thought of him slowly walking in to save the day to a screeching halt; Erik Vrell was there, and he could plainly see one of Sasuke's swords being held by the slightly intimidating figure in a red mask. Not only did this force Shay's heart to skip a beat; it practically confirmed Sasuke's status as dead or completely missing at this point.
In the span of a single second, Shay's legs hastened into a full sprint towards the conflict seeming to rise in intensity and chaos at every passing moment. In the time Shay had even gotten remotely close to the pile of violence crawling closer towards him, the captain had to wonder if he would ever be eased into these feuds instead of thrown into them constantly.
Shay's eyes remained on Erik, whom was taken aback by some attacker now in the middle of punching another person Shay didn't care to look at right now. As quickly as he could, Shay ran to the mage-breaker, grabbing at his shoulder. Eric swerved around to defend himself, but Shay did not flinch.
"What," Shay paused for a moment, "the hell is going on?"
A moment of silence between the two. Sounds of battle raged on behind, but eventually, the realization of who was in Erik's face sunk in. He replied, stuttering slightly.
"Guy in the mask-- he's got Sasuke's artefact."
Shay was about to speak, but Erik interrupted him after he glanced downwards in a bit of panic.
"Also, don't step on that."
Unfortunately for the Templar, Shay already knocked his boot against something... metal. One of the grenades. It was small, but a tiny streak of green gasses came spiraling slowly upwards. Shay didn't have time to put on his mask, so he hoped this wouldn't kill him. No, it was worse.
Almost immediately, a blade came flying to his throat, a blade hidden under the cuffs of a white garb. Shay's heart did not sink, but it slowed instead, still closing his eyes to prepare.
He covered his mouth, not having time to think of what had happened, for as soon as she opened his eyes, another figure came backing up onto the captain quicker than he felt comfortable with. He raised his arms to catch whoever was coming towards him, and the Templar didn't quite anticipate to be suddenly catching a small girl who did not weigh as much as he expected. At the corner of his eye, Shay saw a colorful, armor-plated man closing in on him, Erik, and the girl now wide-eyed in anticipation of a very clean sock in the mouth.
As quickly as he could, Shay turned, using the momentum gained from catching this girl previously flailing a shortsword around, tossing her to the side in such a way she'd roll rather than her head skid violently on the floor.
The man's foot quickly glided across Shay's back, before Shay himself got right back up to grasp at the man's arms, looking him in the eyes. Colonel, the metal soldier, didn't have much time to look back at Shay as the man quickly pushed him back. Colonel sensed hostility, but as he turned, the Templar in red and black robes was already walking away.
Shay, slowly coming over to Red Hood, opened his mouth to speak before noticing the masked man pointing two strange pistols at his general direction and a small boy striking rather elegant poses next to him. Either way, Shay found himself speaking anyways.
"Whoever you are, I do not want to hurt you, but that sword belongs to us, New Babylon--"
The Templar felt a sharp pain in his bottom set of teeth. Shay's head immediately jolted back from the impact of a blunt object. Red Hood, turning back the pistol he butted Shay's jaw with, had the captain regret ever opening his mouth.
"If you want it, get in line," Jason Todd, the Red Hood growled right back at the Templar before him.
Coming back to his senses rather quickly, Shay immediately felt... annoyed. Disappointed, even. He could see Joline and Colonel taking stance in the immediate vicinity, trying to understand the new situation presented to them so quickly. Behind them, Shay nodded to Erik. He stayed put, watching with a slight smirk on his face.
Shay turned again, sighing. Red Hood raised his pistols at the man, intent on shooting. Mitsuki could almost feel sweat forming at his brow.
The Templar slowly pulled his rifle from his back, lowering it as if he were about to load it. Jason Todd wanted to chuckle. A musket? Really? It almost distracted him from the immediate fact the rifleman was loading a rather large pellet into the bottom of the gun's chamber.
"In that case," Shay finally spoke, putting on his cloth gasmask, "I'll be at the back."
Shay pointed his gun down at the hooded man's feet in less time he could react, and an explosion blasted at both the vigilante and ninja's eardrums. They could only hear ringing for the next few seconds, but unfortunately, Mitsuki was the only one anticipating fully an attack. Red Hood groaned in immense pain, bits of shrapnel stuck in his legs as he attempted to dive away.
An angry roar followed from the man, Jason Todd not taking a single second to fire both of his pistols at Shay.
Then, the blood came trickling down Shay's gut.
Quote:998 words according to wordcounter.net.
Shay used: Improved Air Rifle and Grenade Launcher,
Red Hood used: Dual Pistols.
RE: The beginning of the End (Artefact Battle) - Erik Vrell - 11-16-2016
Erik was mildly annoyed when Red Hood turned down his challenge. Did the man have no honour? What kind of man turns down another's request for single combat. The annoyance quickly turned to curiousity, then panic as Red Hood tossed something metallic into the gathered crowd and it began to spew gas.
Erik wasn't sure what the gas was, but it couldn't be good. Unfortunately, the cloud of gas expanded too quickly for the psychic to escape and he fell to the ground, coughing and wheezing as his body attempted to reject the gas, not even hearing Red Hood's description of the fear toxin. As he began to rise to his feet, thinking that the gas had failed, but when Erik opened his eyes, he wasn't in the Nexus.
He was back in the village he was born in. Small, poor, but not in complete poverty. 'Why am I here?' Erik wondered aloud, and went to move when he found himself bound to something. Doing his best to turn around, Erik realised he was tied to some form of wooden pole. Erik froze. No, not a pole. A pyre.
If that wasn't bad enough, at that moment the chanting started. 'Burn the abomination.' 'Kill the elder-spawn.' 'If you hear voices in your head, ignore them!' Villagers crowded around the pyre, the lead of the group holding a torch to the base. 'Good bye. May you be free of your curse in the afterlife.' Erik broke his usual composure, and cried out for someone, anyone to help him as the fire billowed beneath him.
When Erik came to, he was lying in a ball, sobbing uncontrollably. 'It's ok, it's not real, it's just an illusion.' Erik told himself as he shakily rose to his feet. He felt better after taking a few breaths and observing the scene around him. The crowd that had stood around the fountain before had devolved into a free-for-all while Erik was hallucinating.
Erik stepped forward to join in the brawl when someone grabbed his shoulder. The psychic spun around, sword drawn to face who had stopped him. Still slightly confused from the gas, Erik took a moment to realise it was Shay, a fellow member of New Babylon. His very presence inspired a great sense of peace in Erik. Not only was he not alone in this fight, but he wasn't alone in the Omniverse either.
The pair exchanged a few words, before Erik panicked slightly as he remember the grenade. Don't step on that.' Erik grimaced internally, if only he had known that earlier. His recently returned calm turned to shock, however, when Shay felt his own hallucination. Evidently, he took it a lot better than Erik.
The psychic stepped back as a girl bumped into Shay, only to be tossed aside almost harmlessly. Erik watched as Shay made his way through the crowd, admiration welling up inside the mindbreaker as his teammate fearlessly demanded the renegade return the sword, only to receive a smack in the mouth for his troubles.
Erik almost shouted in indignation, but a nod from Shay stopped him. The Templar knew what he was doing. Erik grinned as the pair of foes before him were deafened, and went to move forward when Red Hood raised his own weapons.
Erik shouted "Shay!" as his heart froze for a moment, before it restarted with greater intensity than ever. The psychic could hear his own pulse as his vision narrowed, adrenaline filling him to then brim. He didn't even see what happened to Shay after he got hit, his entire world reducing to one thing as hit rage took him. Red Hood.
Red Hood turned to his opponents, readying his pistols again before he saw something in his peripheral vision. He took a step back, narrowly avoiding a chakram aimed at his neck. Red Hood turned to see what almost deapitated him, laying his eyes on a furious Erik, a ball of swirling, purple mist in one hand and Mageslayer in the other. Before anything could come of this staredown, however, Red Hood's other opponents closed in.
Forming a psi-blade in his free hand, Erik charged at Red Hood as he was occupied by Joline. Red Hood shoved Joline away as he turned to Erik, dodging out of the way of Mageslayer and getting a small cut on his arm from the psi-blade. The pair skirmished for a moment before Erik got the same treatment as Joline did before him, and was sent sprawling, along with both of his blades.
Erik picked himself up from the ground and rushed to pick up his weapons. This obviously wasn't working, time for something else. Once he was a decent distance away from Red Hood, Erik sheathed Mageslayer and held the psi-blade in front of him. He was zealously focusing on the task at hand, unwilling to check Shay, convinced that the Templar was fine.
The blade dissipated into mist, only for even more mist to spew from Erik's cloak. The mist snaked into Erik's hand where it formed into a bow. Erik smirked slightly as he levelled the great psi-bow at Red Hood and a radiant arrow formed, knocked on the string. If he hadn't been wearing the mask, Erik was sure he could have seen the vigilantes' face pale.
'Your due reward.' Erik said bitterly as he released the arrow, the psychic bolt hurtling towards Red Hood.
Quote:927 words according to the site's counter.
Erik used Mageslayer, psi-chakram, psi-blades and the Great Psi-Bow (-1 SP, 1/2 SP remaining.)
Red Hood used Dual Pistols.
RE: The beginning of the End (Artefact Battle) - Enel - 11-16-2016
Quote:Continued from here
Now, I’m no hothead, but sometimes you have to make people … pay attention.
I raise my voltage to its maximum. Test its limits. I honestly don’t remember what they are. Bands of blue spark outwards from my lightning body.
The most attentive seems to also be the focus of everyone’s attention – his red mask now turns to regard me for the first time. As though a greeting, he raises his gun level with my head and
Stop.
Mantra.
I see the bullet exit the gun, coming towards me.
As he pulls the trigger, I jerk my head sideways. The wind whistles past my earlobe.
Now that was a rude greeting.
“Hello to you too,” I say with a grin. I raise my hand and discharge electricity in his general direction. No need to be precise about it – these are greetings, and we have to feel each other out first. He jumps backwards, sparks jetting from his pistols. I know he’ll have felt that one in the fine nerves, in the tips of his fingers.
I raise my voice. “HELLO!” I bellow, and I make sure everybody hears. Lightning sparks out from me in every direction. Oh yes. That’s it. Something approaching closer to my true power. I can feel it. God! It lifts me off the ground! I laugh as pure power cascades out of me, rippling the waves of the fountain. Everyone had to have noticed that one.
“So,” I say, “What’s goin-”
“SHUT UP!” I hear a low growl to my right. I’m not so dumb as to think my little display didn’t attract anyone’s ire, but that’s the point. I have to teach these dogs who’s boss. I feel the psychic echo of the energy blast a moment before it connects, and I dodge out of the way, laughing. A crisscross of kunai, bullets, and even some kind of energy arrow let me know how well my greeting was taken. Brilliant. They’re paying attention.
I fly upwards. “Really? That was it?” I open my hands in mock challenge. It seems that none of them can fly! What a huge shame. I spin my staff over my head a few times, generating just enough current for a wee storm. This should do. Next thing, I throw it downwards, right into the middle of the fray. It splashes out, scattering the fighters. Beautiful. They’re looking up at me with such hate, and even throwing a few of their pathetic attacks, but with my speed and mantra it’s child’s play to dodge and fire from afar. How appropriate. I’ll just stay up here and-
Mantra.
A blade cuts up across my torso.
I swing out of the way as it cuts the air. One of them can fly! It’s the big, black-armoured fellow. As he spins to face me, his cloak bellows majestically in the wind. But he’s clearly not one for lengthy introductions. He’s coming straight for me with that blade again. Pissant.
I raise my staff and block. Even as I do, he adjusts his angle of attack to strike my weak spot. No slouch, this one. A worthy representative from the mortals to parley with their God.
“Apologies for making this so brief,” I say. “But I’m Enel. You can call me God, if you like. To whom do I owe the pleasure?”
“God? ... Don’t be absurd.” He shoots me a glare as cold as his voice. “Colonel.EXE. The pleasure is yours.”
There’s something off about him. Not just the name, but his voice is completely monotone, devoid of emotion. I strain, but I can’t hear his heartbeat. Stupid White Brat. Whatever he is, he’s not human. Maybe a shitty boss of this dream world.
Whatever. Trash is trash, and I don’t have to fight him up-close even if he can fly. “Heh!” I suddenly break out of close-quarters and fly backwards. I let my hands speak for me. The first lightning bolt elicits a satisfying grunt from my target as it explodes in his stupid face. The second and third are just for fun. I can’t help but laugh as I fly backwards. He’s circling around now: smart. He seems to understand he can’t out-fly me. The next thing will be …
Mantra.
His hand, now a gun, fires an energy-based blast at me.
… A ranged attack. So he’s the one that took the first shot at me earlier. I do so admire initiative! I twist and wheel in the air as he fires at me, responding with my own bolts of energy. To his credit, he’s a good shot. And now he’s backing away, dodging all my bolts in the meanwhile! As I turn to approach, I feel the psychic echo of one of his shots graze me. I move-
Mantra.
Explosion in my face!
Too many! It’s all I can do to catch it in my chest instead. Bastard! He’s not even stopping to appreciate the fact that he just hit God! He’s just firing more! Impudent little shit.
I roar, holding a cone of electricity against his firing radius as I close the distance. “Fine! We’ll have it out your way!” I say as I close in, staff withdrawn. His cannon quickly disappears, and in its place, the sword emits. He just barely spins to avoid my staff as it whips through the space his head just occupied.
Heh. So that’s his weakness. It takes him at least two seconds to switch between that sword and gun. As he closes in with the sword, I leap back backwards, letting loose another bolt in his stupid face.
“You’re clearly having trouble, so look,” I say, grinning. “I’m going to give you a chance.” I hold out my hand, indicating for him to stop. “I’m powering down. Let’s say … two thirds of the voltage. That should be enough for you to keep up, shouldn’t it?”
Honestly. I’m too kind.
Quote:Tier 1 Powered-Up Form: Sparking! Used for 1 post. Enel is now back in his base form. 2/3 SP remaining.
Colonel.EXE mimicked Enel’s Flight.
988 words.
RE: The beginning of the End (Artefact Battle) - Thor - 11-20-2016
Thor had been sad to see his companion leave him once more, but he had understood the frustration. His friend was infected with a cancerous magic and it would waste away at him if he did not find some way to rejuvenate. Thor knew the rites of such a journey. If the magic to save him was in this world, it would be found by him alone. So Thor the thunderer said goodbye to his companion.
His only friend in this strange world now gone, Thor sought the power to bring into existence the friends of his old world. It was the right place to learn the intricate rules of the Omniverse and the many powers of Omnilium. He eventually learned to summon his trusted compatriots, the Warriors Three, but learned more than that as well. The Wizards of Camelot taught him that here, in the Omniverse, The only limits were time and Omnillium, and in the Omniverse even time is controllable with enough Omnilium. The Wizards taught him that his powers were not bound the way they once were. They were not bound to his hammer, but to himself. They showed him the steps, not just to summoning objects and people but, to summoning power and abilities. With this he regained the powerful self-healing of Asgardians, which he felt lacking in himself in every fight, as well as his power over the storms.
He then decided to test his new found strength on the skies of the other verses. And so with new skill, and his trusted warriors three, the once Prince of Asgard went off to take the skies of the verses. All was going well until he decided he was ready to take on the only sky to ever slay him. The Vasty Deep. One boat ride into the eye of a storm latter and Thor found himself swimming up out of the nexus fountain.
“Buy my father’s beard!” He cursed. “Why can I not master the blasted seas of this place!” He looked around. The warriors three were gone. He did not panic. The wizards had warned him of this. All he had to do was re-summon them. He was about to begin when something in the shapes around the fountain caught his attention. The shapes were blurry, thanks to the death shroud, but it was obvious they were in a fight. Then he saw what caught his eye. A figure with a red head holding a sword pulsing with energy. Even through the death shroud it was impossible to mistake the power of that sword. It was an artifact and the figure holding it was Red-Hood. Red-Hood was in a fight and his only comrade had just come out of the fountain! It couldn’t be a coincidence. Thor was meant fight in this battle, and he never turned down a fight! But first he had to break the veil that was separating him from the rest of the living. He had gained so much from his time with the wizards. He really must repay them some day. He remembered what the wizards had taught him about focusing. The veil lifted. The battle was in front of him and the weakness of death overtook him. This was not a good time to lose his strength. Hopefully he would recover in time to be of help. For now he would do what he could. Luckily as the god of thunder, even in his weakened state he could still do quite a bit.
Thor watched an assailant bear down on Red. Something about the psychic warrior seemed familiar, but if he was attacking Red he was the enemy. Thor waited for enemy to leap away. He would run up and toss his hammer at the familiar fighter. Thor would have to play support for now, he did not have the strength to fight this battle head on. He saw the familiar fighter leap back from his comrade. Thor ran toward Red. Then he saw what the opponent was doing. Or rather, he felt it.
The wizards had taught Thor one more thing about being a prime. The Special Powers. Omnilium can be gained and used by anyone, primes just happen to have an easier time doing both. Special Powers, however, were something only Primes could use. They were a Prime’s trump card. A powerful attack, a transformation into something stronger, in rare cases they even summoned others into existence to serve them. That, Thor had discovered, is what his lightning was. He could tell that this is what the weapon the boy had brought into existence was. He needed to stop him.
Thor raised his hammer to the sky as he ran. The storm rose with his hammer. He stuck himself between Red and the familiar fighter. Lightning corsed down into the hammer. Into him. He lowered his hammer at the psychic arrow racing toward him and fired. The arrow struck him in the gut. The lightning struck the psychic warrior. Thor dropped to one knee.
“Thor, what…?” Red-Hood was kneeling by his side. He could hear the concern in his voice.
“I will recover, my friend.” Thor said, spitting up just a little blood. “I hit the enemy but I was aiming for his arrow…” The arrow vanished. Thor could see the blood fury rising in his friend. That might be what he needed in this fight. “Fight hard, give them one for me...”
Thor had let his words trail off and Red turned his anger to the enemies around him. Thor focused. The wound began to close. He would recover, but for now it was good for his friend to fight for vengeance. He lifted a potion to his lips. He would need a little extra power for this.
Quote:bolt of the thunder god -1sp
Healing -2sp
Elixir +1sp
Remaining sp 1/3
word count: 947 according to google docs
RE: The beginning of the End (Artefact Battle) - Red-Hood - 11-20-2016
The combatants were shocked with Enel sudden appearance into the fight. Cornel immediately took to the sky to face the new threat. Everyone's eyes were glued too the fighters above. Red shook his head, snapping him out of his amazement. Standing in front if him was the young woman with the filthiest mouth he had ever heard, which was saying something since the vigilante called thugs and drug dealers his comrades in his past life.
Her jaw lay open as she watched the on going battle above them. With a smirk, Red brought his fist back and slammed it into the woman's open jaw.
"Should have paid attention, lady" Red said with a devilish laugh.
The sound of the woman crumpling to the floor seemed to awaken Eric as he yelled once again about the rightful place of the blade. A large bow and arrow materialized out of thin air. Red could feel the immense power from such a weapon. Red closed his eyes and opened his arms, ready for such an attack.
The sound of lighting cracked through the air finding its mark off in the distance. Red snapped his head down, a mixture of joy, shock and dread filled the vigilante. Knelt down before him with the magical arrow sticking out of his chest was his friend Thor.
"Thor?.. What the hell..?" Red said kneeling next to the mighty warrior
“I will recover, my friend .” Thor said, spitting up a little blood, it began trickling down his bearded chin.
Anger began to well up inside of him.
"This was between you and me Erik!" Red screamed.
"What? I was aiming for you!" The physic yelled in return.
This only angered the vigilante more.
"Now. You die" Red Hood said calmly.
He broke into a sprint, unsheathing the sword that laid around his back. His body began to have a green hue. The blade glowed virescently as the power from the Lazarus pit encompassed Red's body. As he neared his target Red leaped into the air, causing Erik to stain his neck to pin point his attacker.
"Chidori!" Red screamed as he brought the blade down in front of him. The blade crackled to life, chirping wildly as it longed to taste flesh once more.
The blade sank deep into Erik, cauterizing the surrounding flesh immediately. A shockwave erupted from the point of impact, causing anyone near enough to the physic to be blown back from the sheer force of the attack. Erik groaned as he stared at the blade sticking from his chest. Still in his fit of rage spun around, twisting and jerking the sword from Erik's body and sheathing the sword in one fluid motion. The blade ceased its static chirping as its energy left it.
Red threw another flashbang in Shay's direction. The blast caused the Templar to stumble back a few steps. Red was already upon him, slashing furiously across his chest.
The Templar regained his senses and began to parry the attacks, trying to put distance between the glowing vigilante. Red back flipped sheathing his knives as he landed. He reached down and pulled out his pistols, letting loose a volley of bullets into Shay's already dazed body.
Joline began to pull herself to her feet muttering the words that summoned her weapons of choice.
"Trace on"
A new burning fire was in her eyes as she charged Red. He waited until she was close enough and used her momentum to vault over her, firing more bullets into her back once he landed. She fell to a kneeling position as she caught her breath.
Once again Red holstered his pistols and pulled his blades from their sheath. Greenish smoke licked off the blades as he charged the woman. Red slashed the kneeling woman furiously. Her cry of pain echoed across the nexus.
"Who's next?!" Red Hood spat behind his crimson mask as he turned on his heel, searching for another opponent.
Quote:Used: a standard punch
Dual knives
And Dual pistols on Joline
Chidori blade
Lazarus' blessing
And seismic slam on Erik Vell
Flashbang
Dual combat knives
And Dual pistols on Shay.
SP used:1
2/3 left
RE: The beginning of the End (Artefact Battle) - Dave Strider - 11-21-2016
Dave retraced his steps, listening to some rad music in his earphones as he walked to the beat, slouching and minding his own business, at least for now. This was gonna be the first step to making a name for himself in this world and showing up the white douche while making ironic comics. Maybe Dave would feature him in the next edition of sbahj. Might have to post it to the dataverse when he got back from this free for all. It wasn't long before the knight of time made his way to the portal, walking through it and being greeted with a flash of light in the distance.
"Yeah, definitely late to the party. All hopes to be able to make a grand fucking entrance and take down a few peeps."
Dave broke into a run, reaching out to the side to bring out his Caledscratch from his sylladex, holding it in his right hand,heading a bit closer to the battle. He began to see people forming in the distance, it was already starting to become a crowd. Dave took out a turntable and gave it a few test spins, it seemed like he was limited on his power. Even so, he was gonna make sure to kick some ass. Bro's training was shitty and ironic in its purest form, but if Dave could get through that then this should be no biggie.
Eventually, some of the participants started to take notice of him, but each seemed to be brawling with another, stuck with their attention focused on someone else. Dave checked the ad in his iglasses, glancing around for the guy that probably paid for the advertisement, his red mask plastered in the corner for credit.
There he is. Shooting.... some chick in the back. Oh man, this was brutal. And epic.
With a burst of speed, Dave dove in, leaping in as Red Hood roared for his next challenger.
"Yo."
The dude turned to face him, firing a shot near instantly, it shot passed, whizzing by Dave as he rolled to a standing position
"Yeah I like to greet people with gunshots too in my spare time. Too bad I only brought a shitty sword huh. Maybe we should trade shitty swords and mine might make you look like less of a douche plastered in red metal like a ghetto human tank."
"Shut your mouth kid, or maybe I should just gut you and string you by the neck so you can be quiet." Red aimed his pistols again and fired as Dave dove to the side once more, going at an angle to gain ground on the mercenary. One caught his cape, leaving a large tear in it.
"I dunno man, I don't think I'm into the whole choking thing, plus you're like how much older than me? Hit on someone your own age." Dave took another burst of speed to close the gap between them, bringing his sword down on the masked man. Red hood had barely enough time to pull out his combat knife and block the attack, while dave reached out with his free hand for his timetable.
"Like I would give a shit about you!" The mercenary shouted, starting to push back Dave using both his hands.
"Well how about we try this again?"
Reeeeemix.
Dave ducked as his time duplicate slammed its sword down along above him, taking his place as he ducked and charged the plated brute's gut, causing him to grunt as he was attacked from two angles. With his balance thrown off, Red felt his blade slip as Dave's duplicate slammed its sword into his shoulder, smacking the armor with a loud clank, denting it and leaving the shoulder beneath sore from the impact. Dave pulled back as Red recovered from the hit, leaping backward into the air, but Dave followed up, jumping with him, taking another swipe.
Dave swung up as Red Hood blocked the attack, or so he thought, until the tip of Dave's blade broke, continuing on and smacking the mercenary's chin, causing him to grunt and kick Dave in the ches t hard enoguh to send him back, both landing a decent distance from from each other.
"You're a fucking nuisance, kid. Cheap tricks."
"Thanks, living in time really helps out with making things really predictable, especially when you have to see them over and over again. Getting tired of seeing your face alre-"
A hammer caught Dave off guard, smacking his shoulder in the back and forcing him to call out from the pain.
"Goddamn, that fucking hurt."
"Do not worry Red, I have your back."
"Oh, looks like you're taken already."
"Shut up punk!"
A flurry of bullets were sprayed towards Dave, who attempted to use his sword to block some of the bullets that were on target. Two managed to catch him, one in the arm and one in the leg, but luckily, the mercenary had to reload.
"Had enough yet?" Red called out.
"Just getting started," Dave shouted back as he gave heavy breaths.
But seriously, fuck guns.
Quote:[spoiler]
Dave retraced his steps, listenin ta some rad noize up in his wild lil' fuckin earphones as da thug strutted ta tha beat, slouchin n' mindin his own bidnizz, at least fo' now, nahmeean, biatch? This was gonna be tha straight-up original gangsta step ta bustin a name fo' his dirty ass up in dis ghetto n' showin up tha white douche while makin ironic comics. Maybe Dave would feature his ass up in tha next edizzle of sbahj. Might gotta post it ta tha dataverse when he gots back from dis free fo' all. Well shiiiit, it wasn't long before tha knight of time made his way ta tha portal, struttin all up in it n' bein greeted wit a gangbangin' flash of light up in tha distance.
"Yeah, definitely late ta tha party fo' realz. All hopes ta be able ta cook up a grand fuckin entrizzle n' take down all dem peeps."
Dave broke tha fuck into a run, reachin up ta tha side ta brang up his Caledscratch from his sylladex, holdin it up in his bangin right hand,headin a lil' bit closer ta tha battle yo. Dude fuckin started ta peep playas formin up in tha distance, dat shiznit was already startin ta become a cold-ass lil crowd. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Dave took up a turntable n' gave it all dem test spins, it seemed like da thug was limited on his thugged-out lil' juice n' shit. Even so, da thug was gonna make shizzle ta kick some ass. Broz hustlin was shitty n' ironic up in its purest form yo, but if Dave could git all up in dat then dis should be no biggie.
Eventually, a shitload of tha participants started ta take notice of his ass yo, but each seemed ta be brawlin wit another, stuck wit they attention focused on one of mah thugs. Dave checked tha ad up in his crazy-ass muthafuckin iglasses, glancin round fo' tha muthafucka dat probably paid fo' tha advertisement, his bangin red mask plastered up in tha corner fo' credit.
There he is. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Shooting.... some chick up in tha back. Oh dude, dis was brutal. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack fo' realz. And epic.
With a funky-ass burst of speed, Dave dove in, leapin up in as Red Hood roared fo' his next challenger.
"Yo."
Da dude turned ta grill him, firin a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass blasted near instantly, it blasted passed, whizzin by Dave as he rolled ta a standin position
"Yeah I gotta greet playas wit gunshots too up in mah spare time. Too shitty I only brought a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shitty sword huh. Maybe we should trade shitty swordz n' mine might make you be lookin like less of a thugged-out douche plastered up in red metal like a ghetto human tank."
"Shut yo' grill kid, or maybe I should just gut you n' strang you by tha neck so you can be on tha fuckin' down-low." Red aimed his thugged-out lil' pistols again n' again n' again n' fired as Dave dove ta tha side once more, goin at a angle ta bust ground on tha mercenary. One caught his cape, leavin a big-ass tear up in dat shit.
"I dunno dude, I don't be thinkin I be tha fuck into tha whole chokin thang, plus you like how tha fuck much olda than me son, biatch? Hit on one of mah thugs yo' own age." Dave took another burst of speed ta close tha gap between them, brangin his sword down on tha maxed man. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Red hood had barely enough time ta pull up his combat knife n' block tha attack, while dave reached up wit his wild lil' free hand fo' his cold-ass timetable.
"Like I would give a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shiznit bout you, biiiatch?" Da mercenary shouted, startin ta push back Dave, rockin both his hands.
"Well how bout we try dis again?"
Reeeeemix.
Dave ducked as his cold-ass time duplicate slammed its sword down along above him, takin his thugged-out lil' place as da ruffneck ducked n' charged tha plated brutez gut, causin his ass ta grunt as da thug was beat down from two angles. With his balizzle thrown off, Red felt his blade slip as Davez duplicate slammed its sword tha fuck into his shoulder, smackin tha armor wit a funky-ass bangin clank, dentin it n' leavin tha shoulder beneath sore from tha impact. Dave pulled back as Red recovered from tha hit, leapin backward tha fuck into tha air yo, but Dave followed up, jumpin wit him, takin another swipe.
Dave swung up as Red Hood blocked tha attack, or so tha pimpin' muthafucka thought, until tha tip of Davez blade broke, continuin on n' smackin tha mercenaryz chin, causin his ass ta grunt n' kick Dave up in tha ches t hard enoguh ta bust his ass back, both landin a thugged-out decent distizzle from from each other.
"Yo ass be a gangbangin' fuckin nuisance, kid. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Skanky tricks."
"Thanks, livin up in time straight-up helps up wit makin thangs straight-up predictable, especially when you gotta peep dem over n' over again. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Gettin pissed wit seein yo' grill alre-"
A hammer caught Dave off guard, smackin his shoulder up in tha back n' forcin his ass ta booty-call up from tha pain.
"Goddamn, dat fuckin hurt."
"Do not worry Red, I have yo' back."
"Oh, be lookin like you taken already."
"Shut up punk!"
A flurry of bullets was sprayed towardz Dave, whoz ass attempted ta use his sword ta block a shitload of tha bullets dat was on target. Two managed ta catch him, one up in tha arm n' one up in tha leg yo, but luckily, tha mercenary had ta reload. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka!
"Had enough yet?" Red called out.
"Just gettin started," Dave shouted back as he gave heavy breaths.
But seriously, fuck guns.
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Dave smacked Red's shoulder
Dave smacked Red's chin, Red countered with a heavy kick to the chest.
Thor smacks Dave with his hammer in the back shoulder.
Red shoots Dave in the leg and arm.
RE: The beginning of the End (Artefact Battle) - Shay Cormac - 11-24-2016
Feeling at his shoulder, Shay Cormac could feel blood gently smearing along his coat still. The bullet wound didn't hurt as much as it did only a few minutes ago, but it was about as painful as a stubbed toe, and that was enough to mess with his focus.
Jason Todd, the Red Hood, could be seen off in the distance cutting the woman Shay had came in contact with only before he was shot. The Templar's face scrunched up in anger as he moved onto others. Erik followed short. The strange blue-haired boy defended the masked man.
And still, Shay stood, only knowing somebody had to deescalate the violence. Somehow.
Picking up the pace into a heavy jog, Shay began breathing slowly, slowing his heartbeat to something manageable in a combat scenario. He kept going, the wound in the man's shoulder continuously dripping red, and...
That was where Shay's heart stopped. Skipped a beat. But for only a split second.
A loud crashing of metal could be heard. A figure of a man clad in dark armor previously flying above slammed onto the floor only a few feet from Shay.
That was where the pain stopped. But for only less than a split second.
It was at the short moment afterwards, Shay finally felt an electric jolt stabbing into his spine. Traveling through his veins like a knife, and stopping at his chest. The Templar fell to the ground, not even mustering the energy to groan in livid pain.
The Templar's ears rang intensely. He wanted to keep his eyes shut, but they opened eventually. Everything was blurry still.
Colonel, whom had a bit of a rough landing, was jumped onto by the limping woman Red Hood had previously sliced open. Everything turned into an absolute mess.
Eventually however, Shay could feel somebody approaching him from behind. No, not... approaching. It seemed to be... dropping down. Floating, even. Taking his bastard sword from it's sheath, Shay stabbed it into the ground of the Nexus. It was hard, solid. Like trying to stab through metal. The captain finally managed to balance himself on his knee, sword still in hand. He looked up again.
"How pitiful!" a voice from behind him seemed to echo. Shay began grinding his teeth as his grip on the sword he wielded tightened in a sudden burst of frustration.
"Perhaps then," the voice continued, "I'll play nice with you."
Knees shaking, the Templar pushed himself up. The terrible shaking in his legs stopped as soon as Shay picked himself from the ground, however. Adrenaline flowed freely within him, as if it were as raw of an energy as Omnilium. Slowly, he turned to face his new opponent.
"I, Enel-- or as you would know it, God, have decided to grant you the mercy of fighting me with my most base of weapons. Cherish it; for I don't have fun like this often!"
Shay looked at this Enel individual, referring himself to a deity of some sort. The Templar's face changed into an expression of fear, at least to Enel.
In reality, Shay was simply disgusted, observing Enel's 2 foot long earlobes. Pants baggier than that of an entire British cargo full of sugar. Worst yet, a staff in his hand which seemed to be made of gold.
Either way, the two remained silent as Enel walked forward, clearly amused. Shay looked down at the single sword in his hands.
Shaking his head, Shay sheaths the sword back onto his hip.
The Templar looked up, immediately watching as the 7 foot man feinted a high blow with his staff. The intent was clever, but Shay could see this 'God's' inexperience with the weapon from a mile away. As soon as Enel went for a low strike to the knees, Shay had already backpedaled away from the staff's range.
As expected, Shay watches as Enel uses the momentum gained from the missed attack to swing it right back around and hope it'd hit something. In that very moment, Enel felt a hand grasp at his shoulders, forcefully pushing him back where he once faced. In a hurry, Enel jabbed at Shay with the tip of his staff using all of the muscle he had, but the Templar had already tightened his grip around the weapon wielded by the self-proclaimed God.
Pulling him closer, Shay gritted his teeth as he pulled on the staff to knock Enel off balance, reaching for the man's ears since no hair was readily available to grapple onto. The Templar knew this would hurt.
Preparing for the worst, Shay roared as both of his hands violently pulled onto the man's freakishly long earlobes, pushing his head forward so the top of the captain's skull would collide with the forehead of his opponent. Still holding on for only a slight second afterwards, the Templar felt a terrible pain almost cruising into his body in the form of thunderous electricity.
Shay's hands shook, but watching the arrogant staff-wielding wizard by any other name fall onto the floor was enough pleasing to watch.
Meanwhile, Enel himself was absolutely furious. How care this simpleton mock him in such a manner after not being able to take a single jolt? He wanted to say something, but Shay himself had already spoken up.
"If you're done trying to trample all over me, I'd love to get somewhere with this."
Enel, still feeling at his forehead, stood immediately after the Templar stopped talking. Now slowing his breathing instead, the lightning God watched as sparks fly from his skin, feeling no pain and not deterred. The sounds of swords unsheathing from the robed man's sides amused Enel greatly enough that he replied.
"You make a mockery of me and not even give me the gratitude of knowing your name? Then, in that case..." Enel began, watching as the floor beneath him became distant. Shay squinted, almost surprised at the pale man's ability to fly.
"I will put you in your place, pissant!"
Quote:1,000 words on the dot according to wordcounter.net.
Colonel gets grounded by Enel, but unfortunately gets tackled by a very miffed Joline before they can continue fighting. Deciding to have a bit of fun in the meantime, Enel goes for Shay and shocks him with Bolt, expecting an easy target to down with his staff, but even more unfortunately gets headbutted by the Templar as he unsheathes his sword and dagger. Bad times ahead.
Enel used: Bolt.
RE: The beginning of the End (Artefact Battle) - Summer - 11-24-2016
“Youth today, so full of vim and vigor!” Chronoire said with a bright smile on her face, playfully swinging her feet as she eyed the festivities, slowly drawing nearer from atop the shoulder of Sebas. Combatants exchanged seemingly random blows, giving no indication of this being a faction war between Workshop and Tower Witches. Lightning flashed, striking at one blue-clad warrior to the ground, gunshots rang about, their owners firing in a panic, a well-aimed hammer blow nearly broke a red kid’s back. Not to mention all the cussing in the air! If she hadn’t already been smiling, the witch was sure she would be now.
“Alright, you stay out of this Sebas,” the red-haired girl ordered her familiar, placing a hand on his scaly head, ready to jump off. “I want to crack some information out of these guys myself.”
“Do be safe, my lady,” the crocodile responded, bowing his head respectfully as she pushed off of him. Chronoire’s cloak fluttered loudly behind her for a brief moment, followed immediately by her boots planting heavily onto the ground.
“Tell me Sebas, what do they call me?” she shot back, venom lacing her voice as she swept her hand out the side, power welling up inside of the witch.
“...Dead End.”
“Exactly!” she exclaimed as a two-toned purple sword popped into existence. With a quick gesture, the blade angled downwards and stuck into the ground just ahead of Chronoire, as she continued towards the battlefield. Swinging out her other hand, she conjured up another blade.
Lightning man is fighting man in black.
She drove that blade into the ground as well, and immediately set to calling up another one as she drew ever nearer.
Blue man is fighting woman in black. Cluster of four including two reds.
A third sword sprung up from her outstretched hand.
Number nine...
The witch’s eyes fell upon another blue-clad form, a peculiarly dressed ninja springing about for an opening in the clusterfuck of four. With how hard everyone was tunnel-visioning, this opening was perfect.
Chronoire leaned forward, putting all her weight into her right foot, before kicking off and charging forward, right towards her target, purple sword trailing behind her. Orange and grey flashed in the peripheral’s of Mitsuki’s vision. Alarmed, the boy swung around, arm shooting to his right leg. The witch’s fist surged forward, narrowly missing her opponent’s face as he hopped back.
Hastily, he withdrew a small metal weapon from his pouch and launched it towards his assailant. Metal clashed as the larger Oceanic Blade whipped around and batted it right out of the sky. Unsteady feet touched the ground as Mitsuki backpedalled furiously, and the blade shot forward, piercing the ground where his toes had just been. Chronoire grinned madly as she continued rushing him, putting on the pressure. Her arm swung out behind her, magical power reaching for the first blade she had planted and wrenching it out of the ground.
The ninja’s hands talked in a hurry, spewing out quick symbols as the sword tore forward. Wind sprung up out of the blue, slamming the sword out of the witch’s telekinetic grasp, and punching the breath right out of her chest. Seizing this opportunity, the blue warrior charged, a new kunai in hand. The redhead hardly had enough time to react, hand shooting down to the dagger at her belt and palm closing around the grip just as her adversary was upon her.
The black metal of the kunai flashed, scoring a red streak across the bridge of Chronoire’s nose, inches away from taking out her left eye. She gritted her teeth, dagger sliding out of its sheath with a muffled scrape. A brief grunt escaped Mitsuki as the steel blade bit into his side, and the ninja hopped back once again.
The witch swung her free arm forward, magic energy grasping the sword that had been knocked aside. Once again, Mitsuki’s hands danced, forming two brief symbols, and causing snakes, of all things, to surge from his sleeves. A quick gesture on Chronoire’s part slammed the sword towards the ninja, as she raised up her free arm defensively. The serpents lunged forward, fangs out as they tore into her sleeve. Pain flared up in her arm, and the witch had to resist every urge to scream. Just as quickly as they came however, they left, leaving only Chronoire, her mangled left arm, and Mitsuki pinned to the ground through his left foot.
I shouldn’t have taken that.
She laughed weakly, blood soaking into what remained of her sleeve. Her good arm slid the dagger back into its sheath, before reaching out towards the second sword, stuck in the ground behind her. Mitsuki’s hands scrabbled at the supposed grip of the blade nailing him to the blank ground.
“Now,” Chronoire said, voice steady from false bravado as she stepped forward, purple weapon trailing behind her in the air. “Care to tell me what’s going on here?” she gestured to the endless white of the nexus with her torn up arm, careful not to wince.
Quote:Chronoire ambushes Mitsuki with Oceanic Blades x3 and a Dagger.
Mitsuki fights back with Kunai, Wind, and Sneks.
Chronoire has a cut on the bridge of her nose and her left arm is all fuckled.
Mitsuki has a cut on his side and a brand new hole (along with sword) in his left foot.
846 words according to Google Docs.
RE: The beginning of the End (Artefact Battle) - Erik Vrell - 11-25-2016
Erik has blacked out for a moment, but everything was coming back into focus. What had happened? The smell of charred flesh brought the memories flooding back. Oh, yes. The sword of Kusanagi. Sasuke's sword, which had been used against Erik. A flicker of rage ignited itself in Erik. The sword that has been unrightfully taken, and waa now being used against its proper owners!
The psychic tried to stand up, but the jarring pain brought him to his knees. Taking a deep breath, Erik lifted himself up once again, this time using Mageslayer to prop himself up. Hesitantly looking down, the psychic inspected the wound on his chest.
A large slash was carved in his torso, carving a slightly curved line which would have cleaved the psychic's body clean in half if the blow had gone deep enough. Gingerly touching it, Erik saw that the lightning had cauterised the blow, stopping the psychic from bleeding out altogether. The psychic tried to take a step forward, but stumbled again, barely keeping upright.
"Just let yourself fall." A voice in his head said. "It'll be easy."
"No!" Erik roared in return, accidentally projecting the thought telepathically into the battlefield. Everyone who could spare a second turned towards the psychic, before returning to their opponents.
"While I live, I will never let an ally down. Nor will I allow such insolence, such TREASON to go unpunished." Erik rose to his feet. The pain was great, but Erik's drive was greater. The psychic's fury was quite literally tangible, those nearby able to feel it telepathically radiating down into the core of their being.
Striding forward, admittedly with no small amount of difficulty, Erik locked eyes with Red Hood who looked genuinely surprised to see the psychic still standing. Red Hood was promptly distracted by his opponents, but Erik kept coming.
Erik ignored the witch fighting the blue haired boy. While normally Erik would love a chance to prove Mageslayer's title to be an apt one, he didn't have time for her. Plus, she was keeping the blue haired boy who insisted on defending Red Hood busy, so he couldn't complain.
Erik continued on, also ignoring the self proclaimed 'God' who flew right over his head. That was blatant heresy, stuff that would normally infuriate Erik. But if false Gods made Erik's blood boil, the sun currently burned in the psychic's veins. Ducking beneath the man's feet, and those ridiculous pants along with them, Erik powered on.
Finally reaching Red Hood, Erik raised Mageslayer to cut the man down before pausing. The vigilante had his back turned to Erik while he was occupied with the boy in red. As furious as he was, Erik wasn't about to attack a man with his back turned. The psychic patiently waited for Red Hood to fend off Dave, before tapping him on the shoulder.
Red Hood turned, an expression on his face that said 'What the hell are you doing?' The face turned to one of shock as Erik raised Mageslayer above his head, the charred scar across his chest forming into a gory imitation of a smile as Mageslayer gleamed wickedly in the constant light of the Nexus.
Red Hood reacted quickly, bringing a knife up just in time to deflect the blow, before narrowly intercepting another. Thor turned to help his friend before being caught off guard by Dave. Erik wasn't sure whether he should thank Dave, if Dave should be thanking him, or if Erik was going to end up cutting him down regardless of the help, but that was irrelevant right now. Such formalities could wait until after the brawl.
Erik and Red Hood traded blows with surprisingly even skill and speed, but Erik's injuries were taking an obvious toll on his performance. While before Erik could match Red Hood blow for blow, now the vigilante was able to block with relative ease, and even get in a hit of his own every now and then.
Deciding to try things a little more logically, Erik disengaged from Red Hood and violet mist poured from his cloak sleeves, with a little leaking through the chest wound. The mist flowed into his left hand and formed into a psi-blade.
Charging back at Red Hood, Erik swung Mageslayer overhead, which was easily blocked. Erik smirked internally as he as swung the blade upwards, as if he were attempting to slash under Red Hood's guard. The vigilante moved to block the weapon, and Erik's smirk transformed into a full grin as the blade passed through the knife.
Red Hood gasped as he attempted to pull away from the blade, but was unable to get out of the way and received a cut across his chest similar to the one he inflicted on Erik, although much thinner and less deep.
"This is the reward for those who would even consider treason against New Babylon." Erik said as he brought Mageslayer down on Red Hood in his moment of weakness, cutting into the vigilante's shoulder and then slicing down the side of his torso. As he did so, however, Erik's massive wound flared up with pain and the psychic fell to ground with a cry, a spasm rocking his body.
Erik lay panting on the ground, and as he pulled himself up, he wondered if Red Hood would offer the same courtesy of not attacking an opponent with their back turned. He wasn't hopeful.
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925 words according to site counter.
Erik got mad and attacked Red Hood, ignoring everyone else.
Dave was a bro and kept Thor off of him, even though he didn't actually do it for Erik
Red got faked out by a psi-blade and Erik has a minor seizure.
Erik used Mageslayer and psi-blades.
Red Hood used Dual combat knives.
RE: The beginning of the End (Artefact Battle) - Albert Wesker - 11-25-2016
It was a losing battle, trying to fight this insane fool face to face. He could switch his game up, opt for a range or a melee approach at the drop of a hat, and his constant switch-up game made him able to outplay the soldier machine. His higher speed gave him an edge, able to maximize his range-shuffling tactics by darting in and out of his comparatively much slower foe's current range, harrying and exploiting his brief advantage until the switch was made again, and the man who claimed he was god was on the move again. It was infuriating, to say the least. But the expression of Colonel held only icy cold determination, rather than the brazen anger one might expect. Pale green eyes remained impassive, unblinkingly following the electrical-powered 'god' as he struck, dodged, and fully exploited his advantages with an almost contemptuous arrogance. He was either putting on a real show of not taking this seriously, or his arrogance was an entirely new level.
There was one thing Colonel had on his side that he could exploit. Every trick and tactic that Enel used against him, he could throw right back at him. And when he once more employed his tactic of leaping in, dashing and with the irritating grace only someone who could see the future could manage dodging the few attacks launched to keep him at day, the soldier navi put it to use. Just when ranged combat was no longer an option, and Enel's expression was at its most prideful, the machine drew his empty left arm back, and took a quick lunge forward. With a vague flicker of light, the form of a long, golden staff materialized in his grasp. And with a wide swing, he whipped it around, catching Enel about the midsection with a resounding clang, and a heavy, meaty crunch. "Gwuh!" Had he been on the ground, it would have sent the lightning-man staggering and reeling, his balance upset and gravity threatening to lay full claim to him. But he was merely knocked flying, several feet through the air, his teeth bared in some ugly facsimile of a grimace of pain, though the look in his eyes held only rage.
The next instant was a flare of lightning, lighting up the sky over the battle Colonel's attempt to follow up his result put to a swift stop as Enel's body coursed with lightning. He lifted his gaze, leering at the wretched little false-man who had just struck God. With his own weapon. The flickers of lightning that sparked before his eyes were enough to make even the unflappable cybernetic construct slow, blinking in surprise — a delay which would cost him dearly. A quick dash forward, and discharge of electricity, and the thoroughly enraged deity grasped the machine by his face, giving a hefty jolt of electricity and a mocking laugh. "Know your place, metal fool!" he gleefully mocked, before turning round and hurling the hefty warrior robot into the middle of the fray below.
Colonel crashed down with a heavy crunch of metal, and actually bounced once, the force of the enraged god's throw augmented by gravity reasserting itself on the stunned soldier program's chassis. He had scarcely regained his feet, his bearing still unsteady, when he felt someone literally pounce on him. "Surprise, toaster!" The woman from before. Her weight was all but negligible, but the hefty blow she brought down with one of her swords was less so. It battered him about one side of his head, staggering him wildly, before a second blow clanged off of his opposite shoulder, producing a shower of sparks. His comical display of getting battered and beaten around did not cease there, as with surprising grace and quickness, Joline had spun around to his front, one of her swords striking a long, cleaving arc across his chest, leaving a definite line scored through his navi crest.
That was where it ended. The next strike flickered in his mind, warning him of the imminent impact, and he lurched to counter it. Joline was already committed to her strike, and could do little more than brace for it as her own shield caught her sword, the sheer force behind the backhand deflecting her blow shattering it being hit by a boulder. The massive boot of the war machine swung up and hit her with a solid blow, right to the stomach, even as she desperately backpedaled, trying to save herself. She went flopping backward, comically and quite literally ass over elbows, sprawling on the ground. Her relief was short-lived, as there was a faint whoosh and a heavy, metallic thud, and her world went dark as the shadow of the artificial man loomed over her. Every instinct she had screamed one thing: MOVE. She didn't even need to see the future to know what was coming, and she tucked into a desperate move to the side, scampering and rolling away.
The ground where her spine had been just a moment before sported a worryingly large new hole, a huge metallic fist having smashed into it like a piledriver. The unblinking stare of the soldier navi lifted to stare at the young woman as she scrambled to her feet. "Okay, what the hell was that? That could have broken my back!"
The blade of his sword sparking and trailing a shower of excess energy, Colonel simply pushed off from his kneeling state, thundering across the ground. His expression never changed, and there was nothing to herald it in his stance, but it did nothing to diminish the dull sense of danger radiating from him. Joline could literally sense it. "Neo...SCREEN...DIVIDE!" The terrified girl could only desperately try to save herself as a huge Z of emerald energy roared toward her, the very ground cracking apart under Colonel's boots.
Quote:1000 words exactly...again. :froggonk: (According to the on-site wordcounter, at least.)
Moves Used
Mimicked: Nanosoma Bo (Enel)
Used mimicked Burst Movement (Joline)
Enel used: Lightning Body
Joline used: Kanshou & Bakuyu
Used Mimicked Foresight and Beskyttende (Joline)
Used T1 Super Attack: Neo Screen Divide on Joline