03-17-2015, 03:01 PM
A brief emission of scrapcode found its way from Sivo's vox as it was exposed by Jon's blade. The ferric repulsion field was bolstered by whispered prayers under Sivo's oxygen intake, encouraging it to turn aside the foe's blades, as he turned his blessed visage towards his attacker. His few remaining organic components ached from the blows that had been delivered to his chest. "You gaze upon the face of the faithful, Jon. Pray to your false gods tha-" Sivo's threats were interrupted by a blast from 'Crona'. A blast of energy dented his integral armour plating, and knocked him to the edge of the Chimera's hull, perilously close to falling from his perch. Sivo turned around as quickly as his heavy frame would allow, his gyroscopes communicating their displeasure, rising to his feet. What greeted him was a decidedly unpleasant scene. Jon and Crona stood on top of the sacred vehicle DEFILERS, leveling their blades Analysis: The blade of 'Crona' serves as a psychic focus, watching him cautiously. Jon, while a skilled combatant, lacked the sheer power the foul Daemon infesting 'Crona' possessed. The surrounding pedestrians had fled, and he could hear the change in the hive. The Arbites were approaching, their encroaching presence disturbing the rhythm of the hive, promising fire and death. Of course, it would be delivered unto the Daemon and its dupe. The assistance of the Arbites would be welcome in disposing of these two.
Sivo quickly aligned his targeting reticules to the anatomical weak points of the inferior natural body, and spent a few precious microseconds planning his next move. The Daemonhost was unfamiliar with a mortal form, but possessed psychic abilities and a blasphemous power. His algorithms came to a conclusion: The Daemon must die. Deny it the use of its sword, and force it into a position requiring a deviation from its standards. Establish dominance, introduce it to the sensation of pain. His piston-driven legs pumped forward, the sound of steel on steel replacing the previous deathly silence, a blur of crimson replacing the momentary stasis the scene was plunged into. Sivo flung himself towards the daemon-infested child, suffering a blow to his shoulder from the Daemon's blade as he approached, took a millisecond to register the look on the face of 'Crona', and impacted against its damned flesh, his sliced robes fluttering around him. He made a mental note to burn his robes and reconsecrate his augmentics after the battle. The two fell precisely 3.72 meters off the Chimera, and impacted against the hard rockcrete of the street. A piston in his left arm snapped on the impact, rendering it largely useless. However, the Daemon took the brunt of the force, Sivo's weight and the fall providing the needed force needed to crack a rib. Sivo focused his sensors entirely on the young face the Daemon wore as a mask, trying to ignore the warnings caused by the hydraulic fluids leaking from his broken piston. "Monster. You are lifeless, soulless, wearing the skin of a child. Is there anything more pathetic?" Sivo raised a steel fist, his 3 eyes gazing into the visage of the beast. "Words are wasted on those unable to appreciate them." He drove his fist into the face of the beast. Weak, organic bones snapped as the metallic manipulators gracelessly crushed the Daemon's nose and dislodged a tooth. Durability of Daemon: Significantly higher than expected. Black blood, a foul mimicry of Sivo's own Autosanguine systems present inside his haemolubricants, flowed from the shattered sinuses. Blasting scrapcode at a high volume, communicating his displeasure in binary, Sivo raised his still-bloody fist for another blow, devoting the entirety of his attention to eliminating this mark of corruption upon this strange new prison. His left arm hung uselessly to the side, black oil seeping through his crimson cloth. Thunder shook the skies above them, as rain began to fall on the upper tiers of the hive.
[spoiler]10 seconds remaining on Ferric repulsion.[/spoiler]
Sivo quickly aligned his targeting reticules to the anatomical weak points of the inferior natural body, and spent a few precious microseconds planning his next move. The Daemonhost was unfamiliar with a mortal form, but possessed psychic abilities and a blasphemous power. His algorithms came to a conclusion: The Daemon must die. Deny it the use of its sword, and force it into a position requiring a deviation from its standards. Establish dominance, introduce it to the sensation of pain. His piston-driven legs pumped forward, the sound of steel on steel replacing the previous deathly silence, a blur of crimson replacing the momentary stasis the scene was plunged into. Sivo flung himself towards the daemon-infested child, suffering a blow to his shoulder from the Daemon's blade as he approached, took a millisecond to register the look on the face of 'Crona', and impacted against its damned flesh, his sliced robes fluttering around him. He made a mental note to burn his robes and reconsecrate his augmentics after the battle. The two fell precisely 3.72 meters off the Chimera, and impacted against the hard rockcrete of the street. A piston in his left arm snapped on the impact, rendering it largely useless. However, the Daemon took the brunt of the force, Sivo's weight and the fall providing the needed force needed to crack a rib. Sivo focused his sensors entirely on the young face the Daemon wore as a mask, trying to ignore the warnings caused by the hydraulic fluids leaking from his broken piston. "Monster. You are lifeless, soulless, wearing the skin of a child. Is there anything more pathetic?" Sivo raised a steel fist, his 3 eyes gazing into the visage of the beast. "Words are wasted on those unable to appreciate them." He drove his fist into the face of the beast. Weak, organic bones snapped as the metallic manipulators gracelessly crushed the Daemon's nose and dislodged a tooth. Durability of Daemon: Significantly higher than expected. Black blood, a foul mimicry of Sivo's own Autosanguine systems present inside his haemolubricants, flowed from the shattered sinuses. Blasting scrapcode at a high volume, communicating his displeasure in binary, Sivo raised his still-bloody fist for another blow, devoting the entirety of his attention to eliminating this mark of corruption upon this strange new prison. His left arm hung uselessly to the side, black oil seeping through his crimson cloth. Thunder shook the skies above them, as rain began to fall on the upper tiers of the hive.
[spoiler]10 seconds remaining on Ferric repulsion.[/spoiler]
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