04-26-2017, 06:29 AM
He was back in the thick of it, his blade cutting through air and flesh with equal ease. The crowd of howling monsters and enemies was far thicker here than it had been in Darkshire, but the pace and chaos of that melee was fresh in his mind. He felt sharper, faster, more in tune. Omni wasn't lying about the powers of Omnilium, since each time Hiro took an asskicking he came back better. Nowhere was this more apparent than here.
Disengaging from the large Doomguard, he flipped over the head of a corrupted dwarf, burying a tanto in the man's neck before pivoting on his shoulders and executing a wide bicycle kick, clearing the immediate area for a landing. Flexing his left hand, the tanto zipped back into it and locked with the magnets in his gloves. Another sidestep to dodge a scything pair of wicked claws and a smooth movement brought his shuriken pistol out of it's holster to spit it's lethal load into the attacker's torso, the monomolecular projectiles cutting a swath through the amassed Darklings and leaving them writhing on the ground in multiple bits.
The violence was staggering, but Hiro found he was enjoying himself. Moving through stances and maneuvers he'd only practiced on wooden dummies, and executing attacks he'd never been fast or agile enough to even think of trying. He was electric, untouchable, faster than a data transmission. During a momentary lull as the assembled Darklings jostled each other, now wary of the swordsman's skill, Hiro activated his Overdrive without even thinking, the projected suit of blue samurai armor making him light up like a mocking beacon, as if to tell the small army of Nebula's minions "Come and see.".
Dashing forward as a blazing blue streak, his tanto stabbing and parrying like a graceful breeze, he left trails of blood and ichor floating behind him, behind pained expressions and slowed down wails of oain and fury. His jacket hadn't even been ripped, he was so on top of things. The hacker ronin was plying a bloody trade he'd never had the chance to back home, far too focused to quip or shout, his eyes hidden behind the emotionless glowing of his goggle. For a moment, he felt immortal. Godly. Perhaps this was what the Plague Marine felt during war for his God. It was intoxicating.
And then he was jarred out of his self by a hard, burning impact to his torso, Hiro looking down to see a molten purple orb trying to eat through his armor. Quickly, he dug it out with digital gauntlets and flung it away, where it exploded in midair. The Magus had targeted him, standing at the far edge of the battle while waving his hands in geometric, arcane motions, droning in an unsettling tone as he conjured up another burning projectile. A quick area scan confirmed that his allies were busy behind him fighting off the horde, leaving Hiro the most opportune path to the Nebula leader.
Sensing what was about to happen, he sheathed his katana and held his glowing gloves to each other, focusing on his breathing, his goggles throwing up a virtual grid for him to concentrate on. Everything outside of it darkened, his armor glowing all the brighter as perception began to slow in a now familiar manner.
One
Two
There!
Hiro drew his katana in one fluid motion as the flaming purple ball entered the edge of his vision, swinging diagonally upwards in a righteous strike, his blue vector shielded katana splitting the projectile in twain, both halves turning blocky and angular before flying off in opposite directions behind him, exploding in a shower of burning pixels.
His full vision returned just in time to twist to the side and parry a slice from an iron saber, these Darklings closer to their appearing to be slightly more proficient. Made sense. He was fighting off three of them at a time, only just now finally starting to feel the strain. Trying to conserve his energy for the lieutenant ahead, he let some of the Darkling assault hit him unimpeded, crashing against his armor over and over. Finally, the last hit made the glowing raiment flicker and die, and Hiro ran the attacker through, yanking upwards to split him chest to skull.
Panting, he stared at the Magus, atill droning and gesturing, lobbing eldritch bolts and summoning more Darklings. "Fuck this." Hiro announced, punching the data burn on his wristcomp. Dozens of his spiky red viruses appeared around his outstretched hands, and then he shoved them in forceful gesture, sensing the rollicking orbs forward into the darklings still before their commander, hoping to blast a path through. "CHERNOBYL WIPE!"
Disengaging from the large Doomguard, he flipped over the head of a corrupted dwarf, burying a tanto in the man's neck before pivoting on his shoulders and executing a wide bicycle kick, clearing the immediate area for a landing. Flexing his left hand, the tanto zipped back into it and locked with the magnets in his gloves. Another sidestep to dodge a scything pair of wicked claws and a smooth movement brought his shuriken pistol out of it's holster to spit it's lethal load into the attacker's torso, the monomolecular projectiles cutting a swath through the amassed Darklings and leaving them writhing on the ground in multiple bits.
The violence was staggering, but Hiro found he was enjoying himself. Moving through stances and maneuvers he'd only practiced on wooden dummies, and executing attacks he'd never been fast or agile enough to even think of trying. He was electric, untouchable, faster than a data transmission. During a momentary lull as the assembled Darklings jostled each other, now wary of the swordsman's skill, Hiro activated his Overdrive without even thinking, the projected suit of blue samurai armor making him light up like a mocking beacon, as if to tell the small army of Nebula's minions "Come and see.".
Dashing forward as a blazing blue streak, his tanto stabbing and parrying like a graceful breeze, he left trails of blood and ichor floating behind him, behind pained expressions and slowed down wails of oain and fury. His jacket hadn't even been ripped, he was so on top of things. The hacker ronin was plying a bloody trade he'd never had the chance to back home, far too focused to quip or shout, his eyes hidden behind the emotionless glowing of his goggle. For a moment, he felt immortal. Godly. Perhaps this was what the Plague Marine felt during war for his God. It was intoxicating.
And then he was jarred out of his self by a hard, burning impact to his torso, Hiro looking down to see a molten purple orb trying to eat through his armor. Quickly, he dug it out with digital gauntlets and flung it away, where it exploded in midair. The Magus had targeted him, standing at the far edge of the battle while waving his hands in geometric, arcane motions, droning in an unsettling tone as he conjured up another burning projectile. A quick area scan confirmed that his allies were busy behind him fighting off the horde, leaving Hiro the most opportune path to the Nebula leader.
Sensing what was about to happen, he sheathed his katana and held his glowing gloves to each other, focusing on his breathing, his goggles throwing up a virtual grid for him to concentrate on. Everything outside of it darkened, his armor glowing all the brighter as perception began to slow in a now familiar manner.
One
Two
There!
Hiro drew his katana in one fluid motion as the flaming purple ball entered the edge of his vision, swinging diagonally upwards in a righteous strike, his blue vector shielded katana splitting the projectile in twain, both halves turning blocky and angular before flying off in opposite directions behind him, exploding in a shower of burning pixels.
His full vision returned just in time to twist to the side and parry a slice from an iron saber, these Darklings closer to their appearing to be slightly more proficient. Made sense. He was fighting off three of them at a time, only just now finally starting to feel the strain. Trying to conserve his energy for the lieutenant ahead, he let some of the Darkling assault hit him unimpeded, crashing against his armor over and over. Finally, the last hit made the glowing raiment flicker and die, and Hiro ran the attacker through, yanking upwards to split him chest to skull.
Panting, he stared at the Magus, atill droning and gesturing, lobbing eldritch bolts and summoning more Darklings. "Fuck this." Hiro announced, punching the data burn on his wristcomp. Dozens of his spiky red viruses appeared around his outstretched hands, and then he shoved them in forceful gesture, sensing the rollicking orbs forward into the darklings still before their commander, hoping to blast a path through. "CHERNOBYL WIPE!"
Quote:834 words, WHATTARUSH
Hiro used, hoo boy: All his weapons, Zero Point Defense
T1 Powerup: Ronin of the Metaverse 1 SP (3/4 SP)
T1 Super Attack: Chernobyl Wipe 1 SP (2/4 SP)
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