02-13-2016, 01:33 PM
System integrity compromised.
Just what he needed. On top of all the other stresses and damages of combat, now he had water clogging up his internal mechanisms. Frigid water and icy slush clung to and cascaded off of him as he rose slowly, ponderously to his feet after his face-first clash with the thief. He'd been holding his own for a while there, then they'd finally started to work together...
Sparks flickered from the pair of gashes and accompanying impalement wound in his torso.
Now things weren't going so well. He was battered and covered in the minor dings and scrapes of combat, his once-regal cape, symbol of his military status and a powerful combat tool in its own right, all but shredded. He was a haggard wreck of his normally proud self. And that couldn't be allowed to stand. He was a soldier. A professional. Getting made a fool of by a band of thieves. He ground his teeth behind his expressionless facade.
The gleam of suppressed fury in his eyes was colder than the water he had been plunged into. "That's enough." A glow like purple flame flickered to life around his frame, the ragged tatters of his cape lifting up in the faint uprising of power. It grew in intensity, rising well over his head into a brightly-glowing aura of dark violet, flaring like a bonfire. The ice under his feet, already shot through with cracks from the stresses of battle, splintered into ice cubes.
The last of his footing launches him like a bullet from a gun up and forward, out of a cloud of icy fog stirred up by his activity. A crackle of power ran through his blade, sending a wash of bright green light over the surroundings. The thief had staggered upright again, looking broken and all but beaten. He could be disregarded for the moment....no. That would be foolish. He had proven himself to be a wily one.
He touched down heavily and spun on one heel, his saber rising and carving a vicious Z in the air, little more than a green blur. The frosty ground beneath him was splintered again, snow and frozen powder flying in all directions. "SCREEN DIVIDE!" And with a thunderous rumble the devastating blow was carved into the very air on the thief's position. That would keep him more than occupied.
Whirling about again on one heel, he hefted his left arm, holding it out to one side expectantly. It took several seconds of focus, but soon enough the massive frame of his secondary weapon, the Colonel Cannon, materialized in his grasp. He brought it up, leveled it off...and sighted in on the girl with the bizarre dog ears. Target sighted....zeroed in. He locked his knee joints in place, braced himself, and let fly.
A distinct thu-CRAK signalled the heavy artillery shell that was loosed at the poor girl. He had time to see her brief reaction of panic before he turned away, leaving only the tremendous thunderclap of noise as the shell impacted, letting loose its deadly payload of fire and force. The cannon, its purpose done, was tossed aside, and phased out of existence within a matter of moments.
He was prevented from further planned action by the thrice-accursed swordswoman asserting her presence once more, her blade carving a new gash through the plating at his back, severing what little of his cape still remained attached to his shoulders. The unexpected blow sent him reeling, staggering forward several paces. Sparks flickered across his entire frame, and his HUD was alive with multiple warnings about catastrophic system damage and pushing past safety limits. Things he already knew.
He rounded on her once again, his sword a viridian blur as it struck in a vicious arc, first from overhead, glancing off her own blade with a shower of sparks before darting in with a lunging blow from the side. He continued to harry her with a barrage of quick strikes, using every bit of his great strength to his advantage, He was still hard-pressed to actually break through her defenses for a solid blow, short of directly overpowering her again...
THWA-CRACK
A sharp stinging sensation spread from the back of his head. Turning his head, he was rewarded with the source. A roughly fist-sized chunk of ice hit him square between the eyes, in a one-in-a-million shot. He staggered wildly, his sword flailing about in a blind frenzy. A low snarl bubbled up from him, even his calm demeanor finally beginning to crack under this onslaught of foolishness.
Wiping away the majority of the ice, he was just in time to see himself being held at proverbial gunpoint. The canine-eared girl had her hand barely a foot from his face.
Damn.
Bang.
Just what he needed. On top of all the other stresses and damages of combat, now he had water clogging up his internal mechanisms. Frigid water and icy slush clung to and cascaded off of him as he rose slowly, ponderously to his feet after his face-first clash with the thief. He'd been holding his own for a while there, then they'd finally started to work together...
Sparks flickered from the pair of gashes and accompanying impalement wound in his torso.
Now things weren't going so well. He was battered and covered in the minor dings and scrapes of combat, his once-regal cape, symbol of his military status and a powerful combat tool in its own right, all but shredded. He was a haggard wreck of his normally proud self. And that couldn't be allowed to stand. He was a soldier. A professional. Getting made a fool of by a band of thieves. He ground his teeth behind his expressionless facade.
The gleam of suppressed fury in his eyes was colder than the water he had been plunged into. "That's enough." A glow like purple flame flickered to life around his frame, the ragged tatters of his cape lifting up in the faint uprising of power. It grew in intensity, rising well over his head into a brightly-glowing aura of dark violet, flaring like a bonfire. The ice under his feet, already shot through with cracks from the stresses of battle, splintered into ice cubes.
The last of his footing launches him like a bullet from a gun up and forward, out of a cloud of icy fog stirred up by his activity. A crackle of power ran through his blade, sending a wash of bright green light over the surroundings. The thief had staggered upright again, looking broken and all but beaten. He could be disregarded for the moment....no. That would be foolish. He had proven himself to be a wily one.
He touched down heavily and spun on one heel, his saber rising and carving a vicious Z in the air, little more than a green blur. The frosty ground beneath him was splintered again, snow and frozen powder flying in all directions. "SCREEN DIVIDE!" And with a thunderous rumble the devastating blow was carved into the very air on the thief's position. That would keep him more than occupied.
Whirling about again on one heel, he hefted his left arm, holding it out to one side expectantly. It took several seconds of focus, but soon enough the massive frame of his secondary weapon, the Colonel Cannon, materialized in his grasp. He brought it up, leveled it off...and sighted in on the girl with the bizarre dog ears. Target sighted....zeroed in. He locked his knee joints in place, braced himself, and let fly.
A distinct thu-CRAK signalled the heavy artillery shell that was loosed at the poor girl. He had time to see her brief reaction of panic before he turned away, leaving only the tremendous thunderclap of noise as the shell impacted, letting loose its deadly payload of fire and force. The cannon, its purpose done, was tossed aside, and phased out of existence within a matter of moments.
He was prevented from further planned action by the thrice-accursed swordswoman asserting her presence once more, her blade carving a new gash through the plating at his back, severing what little of his cape still remained attached to his shoulders. The unexpected blow sent him reeling, staggering forward several paces. Sparks flickered across his entire frame, and his HUD was alive with multiple warnings about catastrophic system damage and pushing past safety limits. Things he already knew.
He rounded on her once again, his sword a viridian blur as it struck in a vicious arc, first from overhead, glancing off her own blade with a shower of sparks before darting in with a lunging blow from the side. He continued to harry her with a barrage of quick strikes, using every bit of his great strength to his advantage, He was still hard-pressed to actually break through her defenses for a solid blow, short of directly overpowering her again...
THWA-CRACK
A sharp stinging sensation spread from the back of his head. Turning his head, he was rewarded with the source. A roughly fist-sized chunk of ice hit him square between the eyes, in a one-in-a-million shot. He staggered wildly, his sword flailing about in a blind frenzy. A low snarl bubbled up from him, even his calm demeanor finally beginning to crack under this onslaught of foolishness.
Wiping away the majority of the ice, he was just in time to see himself being held at proverbial gunpoint. The canine-eared girl had her hand barely a foot from his face.
Damn.
Bang.
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Colonel used Tier 1 Power Up Colonel β (Stats: 6/3/3/4); SP remaining 2/3
Colonel used Tier 1 Super Attack: Neo Screen Divide; SP remaining 1/3
Colonel used Colonel Cannon: Artillery
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