Siege of Darkshire - The Breach

[Hiro Protagonist]

Kerrigan and Strazio were engaged, the infested queen having regained some of her composure after baiting the Defender of Darkshire. Wiping the mud from his face, the hacker-ronin engaged the cleaning function on his goggles. The lenses glowed violently for a second, atomizing the dirt and mud on their viewport and turning it to ash that floated away into the wind. Hiro spat nasty sludge onto the ground and looked up at the sky, letting the raindrops wet his face. He had a moment to himself, even amidst the whirling maelstrom of conflict and death. Clangs and yells were being picked up by his sensors, each ringing noise or gory crunch given a distance in proximity; if too close, his HUD would flash a warning towards the source of the noise.

The mud in his mouth was rank and foul, and he desperately wished he had an energy drink or something to wash it out with. Weapons sheathed, ready to be drawn in a lightning slash of violence and precision, he flexed his gloved hands as the rain sloughed off his already tattered coat. The techno samurai measured his breathing and analyzed the two clashes nearest to him. Kerrigan and Strazio, lit by the bioluminescent glow of her putrid abominations burrowing up from the ground and the white-haired warrior's explosive brand of fisticuffs. And the two teens, both darting around and whipping at each other with confusing movements and unorthodox weapons. Just as two Dave clones parried Gamzee's club strikes, the purple troll noticed Hiro looking at him. "Yo, bro. Catch yourself some divine refreshment." Hiro raised his hand up and caught the small, plastic bottle the boy had hucked at him offhandedly. "Electric Orange Faygo...?" 

Without another moment, he twisted the cap off and was rewarded with a cheery hissing noise as the carbonation released. He was familiar with this type of beverage, though not the brand. It had provided the horrifically unhealthy but notoriously useful fuel for marathon coding sessions that left the programmer stumbling blearily out of his battle station with a glazed look and a day long crash period. In short, it was exactly what he needed. Now all that was missing was some tunes...

Goddamnit, that was sweet . It hurt his teeth as the hacker sucked down the beverage, clearing the fetid taste of battlefield mud from his throat and tongue, the sugar rush of the fruity rumpus juice surging through his stomach. The empty container hit the ground as Hiro cracked his knuckles and executed a quick series of jerky hand motions in the air in front of him. "And.....overclock engaged. Punch it, yo."

A bright blue glowing field of energy formed around the Digital Daimyo's body, coalescing into an outline reminiscent of samurai armor, his entire body a mesh of bright blue vector lines. Targeting Kerrigan as she stood over a huffing and bloodied Strazio, he yelled out an apology as he dashed forward near instataneously, leaving a bright blue wall of light behind him as a tracer. "Sorry for the kill steal, Straz!" Kerrigan barely had time to register a look of surprise on her face as she was blindsided by Hiro's increased speed and unsheathed sword swing. He dashed past her, striking as he passed, and turned on his heel five feet behind her, aiming another tremendously fast blow at her wing joint. Feeling the blow hit home and bite, he sliced down and pirouetted as the counterattack came from her other wing. The wing blade slid off his fancy digital armor with a bright flash and a dull noise. Hiro took the opportunity to give Kerrigan an even more cocky smirk, since that seemed to piss her off last time. "Face it, lady. you're outmatched."

She returned his smirk with one of her own, and flaxed her wings, blowing herself backwards and away from the techno samurai. However, Hiro could see the wing he'd hit buckling under the effort with his increased perception. It was time to end this with a decisive strike. As he flipped through the combat programs stored in his wristcomp, searching for his Chernobyl Wipe, he noticed a small, unobtrusive program in the "most recent" folder, marked 'headcrash.wraith'. He hadn't put that there...maybe Okor's little friend had given him a gift of his own. With a movement, he sheathed his katana and activated it, as Kerrigan brought forth more of her skittering beasts from the battlefield, assembling a small army.

Immediately, Hiro regretted activating the program. He felt something long and thin extend from his wristcomp and stab directly into his wrist, tightening and feeling like it was draining his blood. "Ahh, fuck! Shit!" He stared down at his arm and gripped his elbow, the vector armor fading in that one spot, his flesh feeling insubstantial as a message flashed across his HUD. "FUELING PROGRAM..." He hung on, his body aching as the program drained his very essence, another message flashing up. "FUELING COMPLETE. NURGLE ENDURES." The pain stopped, that hand simply becoming numb. The vector armor over that part of his arm looked corrupted, dark blue flashing spikes covering the digital gauntlet. The instructions on what to do just came to him. It had drained his omnilium to fuel it, he knew what he had to do.

Dashing forward, he jumped ten feet in the air, and came down fist first in between the four combatants, those corrupted spikes shooting into the ground....and then erupting upwards violently, underneath Kerrigan and her zergs.

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Hiro used T1 Powerup: Ronin of the Metaverse [Full Round] (2 SP used, 2 Remaining)
2/1/4/4 --> 4/2/6/4
Hiro used T2 Super Attack: Head Crash against Kerrigan and assorted zerg [2 SP used, 0 Remaining]