12-21-2017, 10:09 PM
The battle was interrupted by a sudden, thunderous explosion. High overhead, Jaco's ship blossomed black fire and dropped from the sky like a stone, trailing smoke and debris.
Bola's face moved under the bandages, suggesting a changing expression, quite possibly a smile. He vanished again, reappearing in a puff of mist in the very spot where he'd began the fight, at the base of the rough-hewn stairs. The darkling freebooter's posture straightened and he raised his sword, adopting a closed, defensive stance.
"You're tougher than you look," he said, returning to his familiar, lackadaisical tone, "Shame on all of you, ganging up on an old man. I guess it's time I took you kids seriously."
His eyes changed color in a tiny nova-burst of light, shining crimson like rubies in the sun. Faint violet-black flames burst from his skin, outlining his body in ethereal liquid fire. It licked at the paving stones beneath his boots, rolled in dark, phantom waves across his armor, and danced along his blade.
"You're gonna wish you hadn't made me do that."
Three sturdy wooden wheels, five feet across and lined with steel blades dropped out of the sky with a crash, and began to spin horizontally, forming a line in front of Bola. Slowly, they began to move towards the Liberators, who regarded them warily - and then the bladed barrels suddenly accelerated, buzzing viciously as they slid across the road.
Bola's face moved under the bandages, suggesting a changing expression, quite possibly a smile. He vanished again, reappearing in a puff of mist in the very spot where he'd began the fight, at the base of the rough-hewn stairs. The darkling freebooter's posture straightened and he raised his sword, adopting a closed, defensive stance.
"You're tougher than you look," he said, returning to his familiar, lackadaisical tone, "Shame on all of you, ganging up on an old man. I guess it's time I took you kids seriously."
His eyes changed color in a tiny nova-burst of light, shining crimson like rubies in the sun. Faint violet-black flames burst from his skin, outlining his body in ethereal liquid fire. It licked at the paving stones beneath his boots, rolled in dark, phantom waves across his armor, and danced along his blade.
"You're gonna wish you hadn't made me do that."
Three sturdy wooden wheels, five feet across and lined with steel blades dropped out of the sky with a crash, and began to spin horizontally, forming a line in front of Bola. Slowly, they began to move towards the Liberators, who regarded them warily - and then the bladed barrels suddenly accelerated, buzzing viciously as they slid across the road.
Quote:Bola has activated his alternate form: Defensive Stance (3/5/0/5), as well as a T1 Powerup: Dark Burn (+2/+0/+2/+1) bringing his stat line to 5/5/2/6.
He has also summoned three barrier wheels, and activated the following Super Utility:
Barrier Spin: Bola takes five seconds to focus, and all summoned Barrier Wheels will spin much faster, giving off a blue glow while they whir up to a frantic pace and start to move around much more quickly (at about SPD 3), crashing about into everything at random, with a preference for seeking out enemy targets. These effects last for twenty seconds of chaos before they fade and the blades slow down again.
Other things: Jaco's ship has been shot down. He takes 10 damage in the crash. Speaking of damage, a tally of current totals will follow shortly.
You all have nine days for round 2, and up to 1000 words each. You've made him take you seriously - now make him worry!