05-15-2017, 11:09 PM
The alchemist pointed his grotesquely overgrown limb towards the group, and the monsters leapt forward as though they’d been launched by a catapult.
The group reacted instantly, Okor meeting the gigantic flesh golem with a sword of fitting size. Samus darted backwards away from the charge of the dogs, and Madotsuki and Hiro each split to one side.
Samus saw the scene in her mind’s eye, plotting the position of every piece and prioritising targets. The alchemist who’d come last was clearly the one powering these things, or at least creating them. He had to go.
But then there was the problem of the dogs …. the massive golem was easy enough to get around, but those dogs had already caught up with Madotsuki and Hiro. Seeing this, Samus switched her suit to Predator Mode. The heavy armor that adorned the outside of her suit began to melt away, being quickly replaced by a closer-fitting, more organic-looking armor that Samus dubbed ‘The Predator Suit’, in homage to the greatest predator species she’d ever known.
As Okor – blade still pressed into the flesh golem – was pushed back towards Samus, she leapt up and over the charging colossus, her trigger finger clenched, and her body tucked tightly into a ball. She planned to do the same thing she’d done against the minister. It wasn’t broken, and there was no need to fix it.
But this time she didn’t have the element of surprise. As she brought her arm cannon down, the alchemist brought his mutated arm up, and they met with an explosive bang that threatened to throw them both backwards. Samus hung in the air for a pregnant moment before catching herself and flipping backwards neatly to the ground. The alchemist was forced backwards only a single step, his sneer belying his confidence.
A warning signal popped up in the bottom-left corner of Samus’s visor and she leapt upwards instantly. It had been the right call; one of the gnashing, frothing goo-dogs had broken away from its target to go after her. Samus let out a small, frustrated noise before opening her arm cannon to its maximum width, setting the barrel to spin and unleashing a hail of energy bullets down on the grounded dog. It let out bubbling yelps that sounded nothing like a real dog, twitching as it melted into the ground. Samus held herself in the air for a second, watching. Was it really dead?
It simmered over like a pot of boiling water, and the bubbles – translucent fizzing orbs of acid – began to fly towards her like popping corn. Samus caught a tiny fleck of acid on her arm cannon before she could initialise her Barrier Beam, and cursed as it ate through the barrel, exposing the delicate wiring beneath. The slimes were far more dangerous than they looked.
Might need to use … that, thought the hunter. Not from this angle, though.
As she held her Barrier Beam firm against the acidic onslaught, a column of purple energy crashed into the size of the bubble-dog, sending it splashing sideways into the cottage with an explosion of what looked like magic. Samus spied the more unassuming of the two assassins taking a breath as she relaxed her arms. She had the right idea.
The airborne bounty hunter surveyed the battlefield. They’d spread out a little more: Hiro was assaulting the dark scholar with a flurry of cuts that were almost too fast to perceive. The battle between Okor and the flesh golem was taking them further and further away from the cottage, leaving broken trees and shattered ground in their wake. Meanwhile the other dog was closing in on Hiro’s back.
Was it possible to line them all up, or was it too late?
Samus floated down to the ground, her hit feeting the ground with a snap of metal. “Hey!” she called out to Hiro. “Come with me! Bring him over here! Closer to the golem.”
Hiro didn’t break his gaze from the scholar, but he did take a few steps back, just out of monstrous-arm-range. Whether or not he’d understood, Samus had to act now. She began to run towards the golem, which was getting further and further away by the second. As she did so, Madotsuki and Hiro began to follow at their own pace. Samus couldn’t fire back at them without risking friendly fire, so she simply grit her teeth and jumped towards the flesh golem, whose massive frame was blocking Okor from sight. She zipped over its head and looked down at the plague marine – he looked up.
“Out of the way,” she ordered. “Just for one second!”
If Okor understood, he wasn’t happy about it. He sidestepped a lumbering blow from the meat giant, making room for Samus. She touched down next to its ‘armpit’ and placed her cannon squarely up against its fleshy torso. It turned its head to regard her. Samus met its gaze as her arm cannon radiated a halo of light.
“Three!” she bellowed.
It raised its right arm up, directly over Samus.
“Two!”
The arm began to fall like a collapsing building, as the barrel of Samus's arm cannon finally exploded with light.
“One! MOVE!”
On the other side of the golem, Hiro and Madotsuki darted to either side. The reformed slime-dogs turned to chase … but as they did so, a light bloomed from before them. At first a mere trickle, as through filtering through trees. Then, their empty heads turned to regard the source of the light. The golem. In that very instant, the light spilled out from around his fat frame, through the gap in his legs.
The Zero Laser enveloped them.
At the back of the queue, the scholar’s eyes widened. He took a step back towards the humble cottage. And then in the next second, he was flying through it, stone and wood giving way to pure energy.
Then it faded.
Samus took a knee. “Okay,” she panted, her weary voice only reaching Okor. “Carry on.”
The group reacted instantly, Okor meeting the gigantic flesh golem with a sword of fitting size. Samus darted backwards away from the charge of the dogs, and Madotsuki and Hiro each split to one side.
Samus saw the scene in her mind’s eye, plotting the position of every piece and prioritising targets. The alchemist who’d come last was clearly the one powering these things, or at least creating them. He had to go.
But then there was the problem of the dogs …. the massive golem was easy enough to get around, but those dogs had already caught up with Madotsuki and Hiro. Seeing this, Samus switched her suit to Predator Mode. The heavy armor that adorned the outside of her suit began to melt away, being quickly replaced by a closer-fitting, more organic-looking armor that Samus dubbed ‘The Predator Suit’, in homage to the greatest predator species she’d ever known.
As Okor – blade still pressed into the flesh golem – was pushed back towards Samus, she leapt up and over the charging colossus, her trigger finger clenched, and her body tucked tightly into a ball. She planned to do the same thing she’d done against the minister. It wasn’t broken, and there was no need to fix it.
But this time she didn’t have the element of surprise. As she brought her arm cannon down, the alchemist brought his mutated arm up, and they met with an explosive bang that threatened to throw them both backwards. Samus hung in the air for a pregnant moment before catching herself and flipping backwards neatly to the ground. The alchemist was forced backwards only a single step, his sneer belying his confidence.
A warning signal popped up in the bottom-left corner of Samus’s visor and she leapt upwards instantly. It had been the right call; one of the gnashing, frothing goo-dogs had broken away from its target to go after her. Samus let out a small, frustrated noise before opening her arm cannon to its maximum width, setting the barrel to spin and unleashing a hail of energy bullets down on the grounded dog. It let out bubbling yelps that sounded nothing like a real dog, twitching as it melted into the ground. Samus held herself in the air for a second, watching. Was it really dead?
It simmered over like a pot of boiling water, and the bubbles – translucent fizzing orbs of acid – began to fly towards her like popping corn. Samus caught a tiny fleck of acid on her arm cannon before she could initialise her Barrier Beam, and cursed as it ate through the barrel, exposing the delicate wiring beneath. The slimes were far more dangerous than they looked.
Might need to use … that, thought the hunter. Not from this angle, though.
As she held her Barrier Beam firm against the acidic onslaught, a column of purple energy crashed into the size of the bubble-dog, sending it splashing sideways into the cottage with an explosion of what looked like magic. Samus spied the more unassuming of the two assassins taking a breath as she relaxed her arms. She had the right idea.
The airborne bounty hunter surveyed the battlefield. They’d spread out a little more: Hiro was assaulting the dark scholar with a flurry of cuts that were almost too fast to perceive. The battle between Okor and the flesh golem was taking them further and further away from the cottage, leaving broken trees and shattered ground in their wake. Meanwhile the other dog was closing in on Hiro’s back.
Was it possible to line them all up, or was it too late?
Samus floated down to the ground, her hit feeting the ground with a snap of metal. “Hey!” she called out to Hiro. “Come with me! Bring him over here! Closer to the golem.”
Hiro didn’t break his gaze from the scholar, but he did take a few steps back, just out of monstrous-arm-range. Whether or not he’d understood, Samus had to act now. She began to run towards the golem, which was getting further and further away by the second. As she did so, Madotsuki and Hiro began to follow at their own pace. Samus couldn’t fire back at them without risking friendly fire, so she simply grit her teeth and jumped towards the flesh golem, whose massive frame was blocking Okor from sight. She zipped over its head and looked down at the plague marine – he looked up.
“Out of the way,” she ordered. “Just for one second!”
If Okor understood, he wasn’t happy about it. He sidestepped a lumbering blow from the meat giant, making room for Samus. She touched down next to its ‘armpit’ and placed her cannon squarely up against its fleshy torso. It turned its head to regard her. Samus met its gaze as her arm cannon radiated a halo of light.
“Three!” she bellowed.
It raised its right arm up, directly over Samus.
“Two!”
The arm began to fall like a collapsing building, as the barrel of Samus's arm cannon finally exploded with light.
“One! MOVE!”
On the other side of the golem, Hiro and Madotsuki darted to either side. The reformed slime-dogs turned to chase … but as they did so, a light bloomed from before them. At first a mere trickle, as through filtering through trees. Then, their empty heads turned to regard the source of the light. The golem. In that very instant, the light spilled out from around his fat frame, through the gap in his legs.
The Zero Laser enveloped them.
At the back of the queue, the scholar’s eyes widened. He took a step back towards the humble cottage. And then in the next second, he was flying through it, stone and wood giving way to pure energy.
Then it faded.
Samus took a knee. “Okay,” she panted, her weary voice only reaching Okor. “Carry on.”
Quote:Used Tier 2 Super Attack: Zero Laser (2 SP). 3/5 SP remaining.
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