04-08-2017, 01:27 PM
Suddenly aware of the two pistols having been rattled off moments earlier, Jak suddenly turned to his side to discover the certain red-coat flanking him. "Wha- Dante?" He almost yelled out in a mix of surprise and relief. The neon-colored droid and the armored lady shot their own glances towards the incredulous response.
"You know him?" The bright robot asked hopefully. That question must have been stolen from the woman's mouth, considering her breath of pause. Before Jak could provide an answer, Dante interjected with his own.
"Let's just say I'm a friend," The devil hunter spoke up in a hardy tone. When the robo-sergeant's counterattack came suddenly, tossing the alien overlord into the air like garbage, he started talking business. "We'll save the rest for later." Jak and his new allies appeared to acknowledge this in silent agreement, turning to the matter at hand.
Glows of violent light and dark alike shone from the battered monster as it swiveled upright, the sparks and streaks of stray current nothing more than a side effect. At the behest of their screaming so-called lord, the firing squad unloaded their firearms in quick succession. The Nebula agent took aim with its plasma-spewing cannon, forcing the party to scatter.
Each of the liberators were left to divide and conquer as they dove away from the shattering bolt, eviscerating the area where they were standing previously. The arcs of lightning shrouding the machine's gauntlet made a compelling case against melee combat, so each of them turned to their respective ranged weapons. Between many shots of various caliber, they did an admirable job at scarring the Cyberman's exterior further.
Unfortunately, they made little other progress besides. The corrupt machine didn't boast significant agility in the first place, but it also wasn't slowed by the hail of projectiles from all sides. In fact, the electricity arching off the shuddering hull seemed to be absorbing the impact of their projectiles, mitigating the damage to mere dents.
So the machine's upgrade hadn't simply made it more powerful, but bolstered its resilience as well. Everything they had attempted so far now bore negligible effect on the monstrous automation. Dante paused, pursing through his options. This was turning into a chore.
The overlord barked some unnecessary orders, insisting everyone keep moving and avoid contact. In the following moment, the angry conqueror engaged the Darkling himself, smacking it over the head with his staff.
Dante scoffed at the sight. Some people just wanted to do everything themselves. The hunter's fingers twirled Ebony and Ivory, shoving the handguns back into their holsters. His right hand flew up to the hilt of Rebellion and drew it. Maybe an up-close approach really would fare better.
With a twist and a stab, the overlord ensnared the Nebula agent's firing arm, creating an opportunity for his supposed allies to strike. And so they did- the rest of the team took their own shots at the Darkling, who tried everything in its power to defend with its one available arm. The valiant effort only exposed it further to a clean sting from Dante's blade, a high-speed stab driving into the automation's skull.
The grinding and shredding of medal resounded, the force of Rebellion's pierce threatening to punch off the Cyberman's head and dislocate its pinned arm. Sadly, neither event occurred, and it was simply torn free from the Z-staff's hold and flung back a few feet.
It felt like all the king's horses and all the king's men couldn't keep this damned war machine down. Mechanical joints pulled back upright, servos stalling for mere moments as the Cyber-Darkling's neck popped back into place. Showers of sparks rained from the holes in its hull, only to cease as abruptly as they began. The robot was pulling itself together again, against all odds.
"DE-LETE. DE-LETE."
Against the better judgement of his allies, Dante rushed forth to meet the adversary. It raised the plasma cannon to fire, but the son of Sparda moved more swiftly, batting the nozzle away with a swipe of the sword. The ensuing discharge obliterated the pavement beside them, throwing up a column of smoke and debris that obscured the liberators' view. Rebellion's follow-up drew a diagonal line across the corrupt robot's chest, but the wound didn't cut deep- or more accurately, it simply couldn't.
"Out of the way, stranger!" The conqueror demanded, and Dante complied, diving away from a wide swing of the Darkling's lightning gauntlet. So close combat worked only slightly better.
Now, what about a bigger gun...?
"DE-LEEETE!"
"You know him?" The bright robot asked hopefully. That question must have been stolen from the woman's mouth, considering her breath of pause. Before Jak could provide an answer, Dante interjected with his own.
"Let's just say I'm a friend," The devil hunter spoke up in a hardy tone. When the robo-sergeant's counterattack came suddenly, tossing the alien overlord into the air like garbage, he started talking business. "We'll save the rest for later." Jak and his new allies appeared to acknowledge this in silent agreement, turning to the matter at hand.
Glows of violent light and dark alike shone from the battered monster as it swiveled upright, the sparks and streaks of stray current nothing more than a side effect. At the behest of their screaming so-called lord, the firing squad unloaded their firearms in quick succession. The Nebula agent took aim with its plasma-spewing cannon, forcing the party to scatter.
Each of the liberators were left to divide and conquer as they dove away from the shattering bolt, eviscerating the area where they were standing previously. The arcs of lightning shrouding the machine's gauntlet made a compelling case against melee combat, so each of them turned to their respective ranged weapons. Between many shots of various caliber, they did an admirable job at scarring the Cyberman's exterior further.
Unfortunately, they made little other progress besides. The corrupt machine didn't boast significant agility in the first place, but it also wasn't slowed by the hail of projectiles from all sides. In fact, the electricity arching off the shuddering hull seemed to be absorbing the impact of their projectiles, mitigating the damage to mere dents.
So the machine's upgrade hadn't simply made it more powerful, but bolstered its resilience as well. Everything they had attempted so far now bore negligible effect on the monstrous automation. Dante paused, pursing through his options. This was turning into a chore.
The overlord barked some unnecessary orders, insisting everyone keep moving and avoid contact. In the following moment, the angry conqueror engaged the Darkling himself, smacking it over the head with his staff.
Dante scoffed at the sight. Some people just wanted to do everything themselves. The hunter's fingers twirled Ebony and Ivory, shoving the handguns back into their holsters. His right hand flew up to the hilt of Rebellion and drew it. Maybe an up-close approach really would fare better.
With a twist and a stab, the overlord ensnared the Nebula agent's firing arm, creating an opportunity for his supposed allies to strike. And so they did- the rest of the team took their own shots at the Darkling, who tried everything in its power to defend with its one available arm. The valiant effort only exposed it further to a clean sting from Dante's blade, a high-speed stab driving into the automation's skull.
The grinding and shredding of medal resounded, the force of Rebellion's pierce threatening to punch off the Cyberman's head and dislocate its pinned arm. Sadly, neither event occurred, and it was simply torn free from the Z-staff's hold and flung back a few feet.
It felt like all the king's horses and all the king's men couldn't keep this damned war machine down. Mechanical joints pulled back upright, servos stalling for mere moments as the Cyber-Darkling's neck popped back into place. Showers of sparks rained from the holes in its hull, only to cease as abruptly as they began. The robot was pulling itself together again, against all odds.
"DE-LETE. DE-LETE."
Against the better judgement of his allies, Dante rushed forth to meet the adversary. It raised the plasma cannon to fire, but the son of Sparda moved more swiftly, batting the nozzle away with a swipe of the sword. The ensuing discharge obliterated the pavement beside them, throwing up a column of smoke and debris that obscured the liberators' view. Rebellion's follow-up drew a diagonal line across the corrupt robot's chest, but the wound didn't cut deep- or more accurately, it simply couldn't.
"Out of the way, stranger!" The conqueror demanded, and Dante complied, diving away from a wide swing of the Darkling's lightning gauntlet. So close combat worked only slightly better.
Now, what about a bigger gun...?
"DE-LEEETE!"
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Dante used Rebellion and Stinger.