06-20-2017, 08:48 PM
The half-baku backed up, allowing the laser free reign on the centaur. The blue beam enveloped the robot, heat and electricity crackling in the air around it. Light bore down everywhere, becoming too bright for anyone to view without protection. It was especially blinding for the dreamer, whose most notable experience with blinding light was a dinky little tv in a dark apartment. Wincing, she shielded her eyes from the cerulean glow and stumbled backwards.
It took her a moment after the light died down for her eyes to adjust, but she was satisfied by what she saw afterwards: Centaur Man was bleeding golden fluid from every chink in his body. His weight was shifted off from his front right leg, which was sending a deluge of yellow sparks into the air. Her mouth curled up into a malevolent grin, razor-red eyes glared and teeth bared at the Nebula boss in a threatening gesture.
Although she wasn't the one to inflict such carnage unto the monster, it still pleased her to see him in such pain. Even now, her fingers twitched in primal excitement, her nails tapping and sliding along the no-longer-stainless steel blade.
Her footsteps were light against the dying ground, barely touching the earth as she swept across the land in short, yet purposeful bounds. The cyborg reacted to her approach almost instantly, lashing out a hoof at her. She hopped over the offending limb, kicking off its metallic hide to land on his back. She plunged the knife deep into the emerald-colored plating, electing a whinny of pain from the centaur.
"Get off, bug!" he shouted, bucking in an attempt to knock the brunette off of his body. She attempted to hold on tight to her weapon, hoping it would work as a handhold, but the blade slipped effortlessly through the smooth plating, sending the girl spiraling into the air. He swung his cannon arm at the young woman, who had just enough time to phase out.
...However, when she tried to activate the ability, her body remained in the same plane, which allowed the ranged-weapon-turned-bludgeon to ram into her chest. Metal collided with flesh and possibly bone, launching the dreamer away from the fight. Her landing was rough, the rocks and pebbles cutting her skin as her body barreled away from the commotion.
She slowed to a stop, lying face-down in the dirt. Her ribs crackled with every breath she took as she pulled herself up to a sitting position. Were her ribs broken? Probably, judging by the burning sensation in her chest and the blood dripping out of her mouth. She took a moment to rest, wiping the red liquid off her lips with the sleeve of her sweater as she watched the brawl from afar.
Samus and Okor were paired up off to one side, with the plague marine doing most of the fighting. The warrior fended off the cyborg's limbs with his own arms, protecting the bounty hunter like a living, yet rotting, brick wall as she fired off shots at the behemoth. Hiro was on the other side, flanking the centaur with a tanto in his hands. He was slicing at the robot's casing, but now the monstrosity was far more resilient, his armor only allowing the blade to cut through half-an-inch or so before causing it to bounce away.
The Nebula boss shifted his cannon arm into a radioactive green energy sabre once more. The glowing blade pressed down onto the ronin, his sword seemingly miniscule in comparison. Despite the size difference, the cyber samurai managed to redirect the large blade with his own, sending the emerald weapon to the side of his body in a shower of sparks. Electricity attacked and zapped the atmosphere as the steel dug into the energy blade.
Deep inside, the Night Terror knew she had to do something. Here was Centaur Man, battered and bruised, about to collapse from his injuries, and she was sitting on the sidelines. Indignation rose from her belly, culminating in a growl a she rose to her feet, ignoring the pain flaring up in her torso. She was about to charge in, but then she recalled her odd inability to phase out. Did anything else change?
She took a moment to take inventory of her abilities. She could still vanish, and her knife was still there, brimming with energy. A quick look at her diary confirmed that her link to it had been severed; she wasn't going to be using it anytime soon. Power still flowed into her fingers, but there was only enough energy in her body to fire off one of her Ghoul Rushes. The dream energy, despite its small amount, felt just as intense, if not more so, when all of her abilities were available. Something in the back of her mind told her that it would be important to save it for later-- after all, the centaur was on his last hooves, so why use it now.
Well, that was settled. She ran back to the brawl, keeping her distance as she fired off crescents of power towards the robot. Sure, they probably weren't going to do anything, but the dreamer likened it to a person getting pricked by a needle; they would become vulnerable to other attacks while they tried to find what was stabbing them.
Plus, it would probably get the giant boss very frustrated as she refused to let up. She was content with being the little fly buzzing around his ears, and if he perished in the midst of his frustration, that would be a bonus.
It took her a moment after the light died down for her eyes to adjust, but she was satisfied by what she saw afterwards: Centaur Man was bleeding golden fluid from every chink in his body. His weight was shifted off from his front right leg, which was sending a deluge of yellow sparks into the air. Her mouth curled up into a malevolent grin, razor-red eyes glared and teeth bared at the Nebula boss in a threatening gesture.
Although she wasn't the one to inflict such carnage unto the monster, it still pleased her to see him in such pain. Even now, her fingers twitched in primal excitement, her nails tapping and sliding along the no-longer-stainless steel blade.
Her footsteps were light against the dying ground, barely touching the earth as she swept across the land in short, yet purposeful bounds. The cyborg reacted to her approach almost instantly, lashing out a hoof at her. She hopped over the offending limb, kicking off its metallic hide to land on his back. She plunged the knife deep into the emerald-colored plating, electing a whinny of pain from the centaur.
"Get off, bug!" he shouted, bucking in an attempt to knock the brunette off of his body. She attempted to hold on tight to her weapon, hoping it would work as a handhold, but the blade slipped effortlessly through the smooth plating, sending the girl spiraling into the air. He swung his cannon arm at the young woman, who had just enough time to phase out.
...However, when she tried to activate the ability, her body remained in the same plane, which allowed the ranged-weapon-turned-bludgeon to ram into her chest. Metal collided with flesh and possibly bone, launching the dreamer away from the fight. Her landing was rough, the rocks and pebbles cutting her skin as her body barreled away from the commotion.
She slowed to a stop, lying face-down in the dirt. Her ribs crackled with every breath she took as she pulled herself up to a sitting position. Were her ribs broken? Probably, judging by the burning sensation in her chest and the blood dripping out of her mouth. She took a moment to rest, wiping the red liquid off her lips with the sleeve of her sweater as she watched the brawl from afar.
Samus and Okor were paired up off to one side, with the plague marine doing most of the fighting. The warrior fended off the cyborg's limbs with his own arms, protecting the bounty hunter like a living, yet rotting, brick wall as she fired off shots at the behemoth. Hiro was on the other side, flanking the centaur with a tanto in his hands. He was slicing at the robot's casing, but now the monstrosity was far more resilient, his armor only allowing the blade to cut through half-an-inch or so before causing it to bounce away.
The Nebula boss shifted his cannon arm into a radioactive green energy sabre once more. The glowing blade pressed down onto the ronin, his sword seemingly miniscule in comparison. Despite the size difference, the cyber samurai managed to redirect the large blade with his own, sending the emerald weapon to the side of his body in a shower of sparks. Electricity attacked and zapped the atmosphere as the steel dug into the energy blade.
Deep inside, the Night Terror knew she had to do something. Here was Centaur Man, battered and bruised, about to collapse from his injuries, and she was sitting on the sidelines. Indignation rose from her belly, culminating in a growl a she rose to her feet, ignoring the pain flaring up in her torso. She was about to charge in, but then she recalled her odd inability to phase out. Did anything else change?
She took a moment to take inventory of her abilities. She could still vanish, and her knife was still there, brimming with energy. A quick look at her diary confirmed that her link to it had been severed; she wasn't going to be using it anytime soon. Power still flowed into her fingers, but there was only enough energy in her body to fire off one of her Ghoul Rushes. The dream energy, despite its small amount, felt just as intense, if not more so, when all of her abilities were available. Something in the back of her mind told her that it would be important to save it for later-- after all, the centaur was on his last hooves, so why use it now.
Well, that was settled. She ran back to the brawl, keeping her distance as she fired off crescents of power towards the robot. Sure, they probably weren't going to do anything, but the dreamer likened it to a person getting pricked by a needle; they would become vulnerable to other attacks while they tried to find what was stabbing them.
Plus, it would probably get the giant boss very frustrated as she refused to let up. She was content with being the little fly buzzing around his ears, and if he perished in the midst of his frustration, that would be a bonus.
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