06-06-2017, 03:36 PM
Insolence.
Centaur Man’s adumbral gaze slid slowly past each interloper as he exhaled rattling breaths. He could feel his murky ichor dribbling from his cybernetic lips, mixing with the various mechanical fluids leaking through his damaged carapace. His foes had paused, seemingly taking stock and counting the steps toward the victory. The mythical machine felt a sly smirk cross his lips as his hemorrhaging abated, Nebula’s gift enrobing him in empowering warmth. His quaking limbs tensed and steadied as spiderwebs of inky energy wrapped gripped his armor. If only they knew.
He’d have to show them.
With alarming agility, the mechanized beast-man tore across the clearing, a vibrant magenta bow materializing in the grasp of his left hand. He took aim as he galloped, letting loose the shining arrow toward the brazen child. Madotsuki dodged the dart, slipping out of reality for a moment as the projectile impacted the earth just inches from her feet, taking a sizable chunk out of the forest floor. She had little time to rejoice before the crazed centaur charged directly for her, hooves poised to trample her into the dust.
The sound of an unsheathing blade drew Centaur Man’s attention away from the dreamer, his bow vanishing in an instant as a glowing plasma blade took its place to parry the incoming silicate sword. He cackled as the ronin’s sword shattered on impact, shards of glittery glass clinking uselessly off of his chestplate. Hiro’s eyes widened as his cybernetic foe leveled his blaster at chest-level and fired, the percussive blast tossing the hacker aside like a rag doll into Okor’s repugnant embrace.
“I will grind you all to dust,” Centaur Man sneered, rapidly firing a spray of cannonfire in the direction of an approaching Shinnah. Azzathec quickly appeared before her, roaring with agony as it soaked up the destructive salvo. The familiar collapsed into the dirt, barely able to support its own weight. “One by o-”
The mythical machine’s taunt caught in his throat as an explosion rocked the ground beneath him, causing him to stagger backward. He felt a second blast scorch his underside a second later, causing him to cry out with a mixture of rage and confusion. Centaur Man reared onto his hind legs and brought his iron hooves down with prejudice, the spheroidal culprit quickly rolling out of the way of the thunderous impact. He snorted with rage as he took aim at the morph ball, slamming the fleeing foe with volley after volley of cannonfire. The bounty hunter emerged from the ball a few seconds later behind Okor, now somewhat worse for wear.
“You will fall,” Nurgle’s Chosen rasped, lowering Hiro to his feet. He leveled his bolter at the equine enforcer, striding forward with purpose. Round after rad round poured from the barrel, battering his opponent’s chest. “Nebula stands no chance.”
“ENOUGH,” Centaur Man roared, a sphere of distortion appearing around him as Okor’s bolts slowed nearly to a stop. He seethed with rage at the plague marine’s words. His audacity. The chimerical automaton raised his magenta bow, electricity crackling at his fingertips as he funneled energy into the arrow. Dark flames flickered at the arrow’s head as he pulled back the nonexistent bowstring, the gathered liberators realizing this was no ordinary arrow. “Now burn!” he cried, letting loose the calamitous projectile.
Centaur Man’s adumbral gaze slid slowly past each interloper as he exhaled rattling breaths. He could feel his murky ichor dribbling from his cybernetic lips, mixing with the various mechanical fluids leaking through his damaged carapace. His foes had paused, seemingly taking stock and counting the steps toward the victory. The mythical machine felt a sly smirk cross his lips as his hemorrhaging abated, Nebula’s gift enrobing him in empowering warmth. His quaking limbs tensed and steadied as spiderwebs of inky energy wrapped gripped his armor. If only they knew.
He’d have to show them.
With alarming agility, the mechanized beast-man tore across the clearing, a vibrant magenta bow materializing in the grasp of his left hand. He took aim as he galloped, letting loose the shining arrow toward the brazen child. Madotsuki dodged the dart, slipping out of reality for a moment as the projectile impacted the earth just inches from her feet, taking a sizable chunk out of the forest floor. She had little time to rejoice before the crazed centaur charged directly for her, hooves poised to trample her into the dust.
The sound of an unsheathing blade drew Centaur Man’s attention away from the dreamer, his bow vanishing in an instant as a glowing plasma blade took its place to parry the incoming silicate sword. He cackled as the ronin’s sword shattered on impact, shards of glittery glass clinking uselessly off of his chestplate. Hiro’s eyes widened as his cybernetic foe leveled his blaster at chest-level and fired, the percussive blast tossing the hacker aside like a rag doll into Okor’s repugnant embrace.
“I will grind you all to dust,” Centaur Man sneered, rapidly firing a spray of cannonfire in the direction of an approaching Shinnah. Azzathec quickly appeared before her, roaring with agony as it soaked up the destructive salvo. The familiar collapsed into the dirt, barely able to support its own weight. “One by o-”
The mythical machine’s taunt caught in his throat as an explosion rocked the ground beneath him, causing him to stagger backward. He felt a second blast scorch his underside a second later, causing him to cry out with a mixture of rage and confusion. Centaur Man reared onto his hind legs and brought his iron hooves down with prejudice, the spheroidal culprit quickly rolling out of the way of the thunderous impact. He snorted with rage as he took aim at the morph ball, slamming the fleeing foe with volley after volley of cannonfire. The bounty hunter emerged from the ball a few seconds later behind Okor, now somewhat worse for wear.
“You will fall,” Nurgle’s Chosen rasped, lowering Hiro to his feet. He leveled his bolter at the equine enforcer, striding forward with purpose. Round after rad round poured from the barrel, battering his opponent’s chest. “Nebula stands no chance.”
“ENOUGH,” Centaur Man roared, a sphere of distortion appearing around him as Okor’s bolts slowed nearly to a stop. He seethed with rage at the plague marine’s words. His audacity. The chimerical automaton raised his magenta bow, electricity crackling at his fingertips as he funneled energy into the arrow. Dark flames flickered at the arrow’s head as he pulled back the nonexistent bowstring, the gathered liberators realizing this was no ordinary arrow. “Now burn!” he cried, letting loose the calamitous projectile.
Quote:DAMAGE REPORT
-- Okor: 2 damage
-- Samus: 2 damage
-- Madotsuki: 3 damage
-- Hiro: 3 damage
-- Centaur Man: 11 damage
Centaur Man used T1 Power Up: Dark Surge for the entire round. New stats are as follows:
ATK: 5
DEF: 4
SPD: 4
TEC: 4
Centaur Man used T1 Super Attack: Plasma Arrow. Primary target is Okor.
T1 Super Attack: Plasma Arrow: Centaur Man forms his energy bow as normal, funneling a much greater surge of energy into it. It takes three seconds to form up the arrow, which crackles and wavers with excess power, flickering with dark flames and sinister lightning. When it is readied, he fires it, and it thunders to a 120 meter range, effecting everything within a three-meter wide path along its trajectory. When it reaches the end of its range or strikes a target, it explodes in a shower of dark flame and purple lightning, searing and burning whatever is struck.
Just like before, you have 72 hours to make one post each, up to 800 words. Contrary to initial plans, this will be the last round. Get back to wrecking.