ACDC netbattlin'

The beam of light dissipates soon after touching what would be the ground of the net. An athletic looking Navi emerges from the light and glances around at his surroundings. Slowly taking in his surroundings, Merc begins to lightly jog forward. After taking a few steps forward, he trips on his shoe laces and stumbles a bit. Bending down to tie his shoes he notices that he also has a smudge on his leg. Taking the time to wipe off the smudge and tie his shoes begins to infuriate Allen.

"Are you going to take your sweet old time looking for viruses? I can always just unplug my PET and leave you here." Allen said as he began to reach towards the port.

Mercurial stood up abruptly and began to jog forward again, slowly picking up his pace as he went on further and further into the net.
Merc's jogging landed him on an out-of-the way stretch of road, winding this way and that through a lush grassland of gentle, rolling hills. The simulated weather was in rare form that day, beaming down warm rays of sun that made the grass seem greener, the air seem fresher. It was, all things said, a beautiful day to be out and about in ACDC Net...and from the look of the three viruses on the trail, Merc wouldn't be the only one that thought so.

Three Metools, each of them wearing tiny sun-visors over their helmets and pedometer-watches on their comically-oversized feet, were trotting down the road in a loose hawks-head when Merc caught up with them. The little hardhats whirled around, jogging backwards as they narrowed their massive googly eyes at the Navi. The one to the back brought its mattock down and sent a shockwave down the road; it went wide, but the message that Merc was on their turf could not have been more clear.

=Viruses=
JoggerMetA: 40HP [Front] [Normal]
JoggerMetB: 40HP [Back] [Normal]
JoggerMetC: 40HP [Front] [Normal]

=Terrain=
30% Normal [Narrow stretch of jogging track]
70% Grass [Everything else]

=Navi=
Mercurial.EXE: 150HP

=WELCOME BACK=
=BATTLE #1: BEGIN!!=
Mercurial stared at the shockwave for a moment before it passed him by. The shockwave gave him a small scare in the pit of his stomach, but it didn't deter him from thinking about continuing down the path he was set on.

"I think I want to take one of those sun visors, try to protect my sensitive eyes from this sun."

Mercurial placed his forearm at brow level to protect his eyes from the sun. Soon he broke down into a loose stance, knees bent, feet staggered, and arms rested. Merc's front foot exploded with all his power and ran forward about five seven steps down the path. In those seven steps his shoes were growing little spikes. With his last step he planted and launched himself into the air, at the peak of his jump he decided to land on the Met in the back row. Once his momentum ran out, he closed the space between his feet and descended towards the back row Met with his spikes aimed for his head.

[Turn Breakdown]
1: Cleated - 40 dmg, 1 TCD
2: Attempt to take Visor
3: Dodge
<(Just a note to remember for the future, Wooga, your actions in-RP should reflect what's in your turn summary; for instance, if you write Dodge into your summary, please take care to write something in your roleplaying regarding Merc getting ready to get out of the way of return-fire. Also, when writing your attack in the summary, it's much-appreciated if the target is added in the line as well: mods can read from the post itself, but it makes things much easier on everyone's part to be specific.)>

Merc's prickly footstomp worked just as advertised; the centre Metool only had time to let out an extremely distressed squeak before it was crushed to deletion underfoot. Just as it was dissipating into raw data, the Navi's deft fingers swiped through the particle haze and snatched the visor just as it was about to fade with its owner; a perfectly-square notch was carved into its brim from the close call, but it was otherwise unharmed - and perfectly-sized for Merc's head, how about that!

The two viruses on either side of him reacted rather differently to the decease of their comrade. The virus on his right squeaked with alarm and jumped under its helmet, pulling flush to the ground and refusing to move. On Merc's left, the virus meeped with anger and swung its mattock down, sending dust flying with the resulting shockwave. The Navi attempted to dodge away, but was clipped nonetheless.

=Viruses=
JoggerMetA: 40HP [left of Merc] [Normal]
JoggerMetB: DELETED
JoggerMetC: 40HP [right of Merc] [Guarding] [Normal]

=Terrain=
30% Normal [Narrow stretch of jogging track]
70% Grass [Everything else]

=Navi=
Mercurial.EXE: 140HP
(Don't know why I forgot about those two things.)

Allen stared into his PET screen at the sight of Mercurial landing on the JoggerMet. Watching it get deleted as it was crushed by Mercurial's weight. He couldn't help but let out a small yelp of excitement, but soon after he released his yelp he slowly changed his face into a blank face of confusion after Mercurial plucked the visor out of the clearing data. Finally after realizing what his Navi had done Allen pulled out his Cannon battlechip and proceeded to upload it into his PET. Allen pushed a small button on his PET that sent the data to Mercurial.

"I sometimes have to wonder if you take net-battling seriously."

Merc gazed over the visor, inspecting how a tiny JoggerMet could have placed this thing on it's helmet. He had been too distracted by this visor to dodge the attack of one of the JoggerMets. Merc raised the visor to his head, stretching the elastic of the visor around his head. With his visor now in place, he was ready to battle these blasted JoggerMets.

"Allen, you know I take this about as seriously as I do everything else."

A large cannon formed at the end of Mercurial's right arm, sort of dragging him down a little as he adjusted for the increase in weight on his right side. Lifting the cannon up and bracing the underneath of it with his left arm, he aimed for the JoggerMet that had attacked him earlier over the deletion of his jogging buddy. Once the JoggerMet was in his sight, Merc pulled the trigger and the cannon sent out a blast of energy and then disappeared shortly after unleashing its attack.

Mercurial knowing he should go on the defensive now, took a big jump to get behind the guarding JoggerMet. Trying to Anticipate an attack, Mercurial readied himself to hopefully leap again out of the line of fire. He wasn't looking forward to being hit by the same Metool twice.

[Turn Breakdown]
1: Cannon - [40dmg] - [JoggerMetA]
2: Action - {Jump Behind JoggerMetC}
3: Dodge
<(Not that it matters for the purposes of this post, but Cannon now deals 60 Damage + Knockback.)>

The Metool's visor proved most advantageous indeed; with the sun out of his eyes, there was next to no chance that Merc's Cannon shot could miss, and lo and behold, the aggressive Met was wiped out before it'd even had a chance to raise its mattock. Its little black body faded immediately, while its signature helmet bounced a ways into the grass before going the way of its owner.

The other Met was jolted out of its protective shell by an impact that came from way too close for comfort. It peeked out of its helmet, peered around...and squeaked in shock at discovering Mercurial right behind it. In its panic, it outright threw its pickaxe at its foe; Mercurial moved to dodge the incoming weapon, avoiding it to so close a degree that the displaced wind ruffled his hair as the mattock passed by.

=Viruses=
JoggerMetA: SHOT THROUGH THE HEART (AND YOU'RE TO BLAME)
JoggerMetB: DELETED
JoggerMetC: 40HP [in front of Merc] [Normal]

=Terrain=
30% Normal [Narrow stretch of jogging track]
70% Grass [Everything else]

=Navi=
Mercurial.EXE: 140HP
Allen downloaded the RageClaw battlechip into his PET, sending the data to Mercurial shortly after.

"I sent you a chip that should be perfect for your situation."

"Let's hope it works then, I don't trust your judgement sometimes. I sometimes wish we would just strictly use shotguns."

Mercurial felt a large chain appear in one hand, and an impressively large bearclaw appear in his other hand. Staring down at the Met in front of him he couldn't help but have a smile on his face. Raising the claw above his head, Merc swiftly swiped at the Met three times. Merc had an indescribable feeling of satisfaction come over him.

Turn Breakdown
1] Swipe at Met with Rageclaw [40dmg] Met C
2] Swipe at Met [40dmg] Met C
3] And ..... Swipe at Met [40dmg] Met C
The Metool was, all said and done, swiped rather thoroughly. It attempted to raise its mattock one last time in defiance, but even that was evaded under the torrent of swiping that was laid upon its tiny form.

=Viruses=
JoggerMetA: SHOT THROUGH THE HEART (AND YOU'RE TO BLAME)
JoggerMetB: DELETED
JoggerMetC: SWIPED

=Terrain=
30% Normal [Narrow stretch of jogging track]
70% Grass [Everything else]

=Navi=
Mercurial.EXE: 140HP

=BATTLE #1: VICTORIOUS!!=
Rewards: Guard1, 140z

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Guard1
Effect: (1 Hit Shield) + (Reflect(up to 60 + Piercing + Line Attack): On Hit)
Accuracy: S
Description: Generates a 1-Hit Shield upon activation. When this shield blocks one hit from a non-Break attack, it responds with a hyper-fast damage ray.
Duration: Until broken or overridden.
Element: Null
Special: Negated by Break. Ignores Impact.
Special: Reflect: Damage returned is equal to the damage of the attack blocked or the damage cap listed, whichever comes first. Reflect is not subject to negation by Impact.
Special: Status Guard: This chip blocks debuffs.
After the last Met had been swiped out of existence, Merc looked around wondering where these Jogging Mets had come from. He looked down the narrow stretch of jogging track and wondered if he could proceed down the path. Grabbing the data dropped by the Mets, he started jogging towards the strip of track that was laid out before him. Determined to find out what might be ahead.


[Next Battle?]
The track strip continued on for a while, before beginning to curve gently to the left. It branched into what looked mostly like a sporting field, with the running track continuing around the outside in a full loop that eventually met back up with itself, roughly where mercurial came in. The centre of the field was mostly grass, though there were a couple of pieces of sporting equipment set up too, as well as a long sandy long-jump pit.

A pair of bunnies were haring around the race track at lighting speed, on the far side from Mercurial for now, but racing closer. they'd reach him soon enough, but he could always go to meet them. Two more viruses were causing havoc in the pit; a pair of Powie were leaping high into the air, then slamming own into the sand and sending great bursts of it flying in all directions. The odd, soft-bodied viruses were getting progressively closer to the far end of the sand pit, where a green crystal poked out from the sand, partially buried in it. If left to their own devices, they'd probably end up landing on it in a short while.

-=Not Sporting=-

BunnyA: 50Hp [Normal][1 Movement Away]
BunnyB: 50Hp [Normal][1 Movement Away]
PowieA: 60Hp [Sand]
PowieB: 60Hp [Sand]

-=Out for a Lap=-

Mercurial.Exe: 140Hp [Normal]

-=Track and Field=-

30% Normal [Running Track, around the outside. A large oval.]
50% Grass [Interior of the running track]
20% Sand [Long jump pit, far side of the grass, still inside the running track.]

-=Equipment=-

Javelin Rack: 40Hp [Far End of Field][Holds 3 Javelins]
High-Jump Mats: 30Hp [Mid Field][Bar is set at 1.67m]
GMD: 20Hp [Sand][Half-buried]

-=Battle 2, Start!=-
Mercurial bounced up and down a little bit on the track-like surface, getting a feel for the surface below him. surveying his surroundings, Mercurial could see the Bunny Viruses hopping around the track. He felt like there was a little more to the situation, so he continued to survey the surroundings and noticed the Powie Viruses getting closer to some mystery data that Mercurial couldn't analyze.

"Allen, what should I do? You know I want to warm up before I race these viruses. I don't think I have time to do that though, I'd like to save the data."


"Merc, I'll upload your Firehit chip and let you try to take care of those Powie. Keep that data intact as long as you can."

Allen pulled the chip from his wristband, and uploaded it into his PET. He had quickly downloaded the Firehit chip and sent it to Mercurial. Finally Allen anticipated the Bunny Viruses to attack Merc after he initiated the attack on the Powies, so he threw in a couple dodge commands also.

Mercurial bent at his knees, adjusted his visor, and began to rush towards the Powie virsuses. His feet felt the change in terrain, going from track to the cushion of a grassy terrain. As his fists began to engulf in flame; nearing his enemies. Merc could feel his body tighten up as he pulled back his arm to unleash a devastating hit on the virus that would in theory destroy it. Once Mercurial felt he was in the right distance to attack his target, he unleashed his fist of fire; then he targeted the second virus behind the first. Hoping to delete two virus with the same chip.





------Turn Breakdown------
1] Firehit1 - [60dmg] - PowieA
2] Firehit1 - [60dmg] - PowieB
3] Dodge
Reacting quickly, Mercurial made his first move towards the bouncing Powies, sending out hit fists of flaming fury while the bunnies continued to race their way around the track towards him. The strikes were good, catching both of the soft-bodied viruses off guard, and toasting them before they could turn to face him properly. The sand beneath them glowed red hot and began to solidify underneath the scorching heat, and before long a small section beneath where the viruses had been cooled to reveal smooth, clear glass. Swift action ensured that the data would be safe for now, and left Mercurial free to focus on the two bunnies, both of which had taken note of his rapid dispatch of the other 'athletes' and were now looking for some pay back.

-=Not Sporting=-

BunnyA: 50Hp [Normal][Behind Mercurial]
BunnyB: 50Hp [Normal][Behind Mercurial]
PowieA: DELETED
PowieB: DELETED

-=Out for a Lap=-

Mercurial.Exe: 140Hp [Grass]

-=Track and Field=-

30% Normal [Running Track, around the outside. A large oval.]
50% Grass [Interior of the running track]
15% Sand [Long jump pit, far side of the grass, still inside the running track.]
5% Glass [The small area in the Long Jump pit, where the Powies were hit.]

-=Equipment=-

Javelin Rack: 40Hp [Far End of Field][Holds 3 Javelins]
High-Jump Mats: 30Hp [Mid Field][Bar is set at 1.67m]
GMD: 20Hp [Sand][Half-buried]
Mercurial noticed a strange feeling come over him, and as decided that he needed to turn around. The Bunny Viruses were now turning their attention to the athlete who deleted their comrades. Merc observed the situation he had now put himself into, and decided he needed to run away. Getting into a quick sprinter's stance, Merc got to all four and then burst from his stance and started racing towards the javelin rack.

"Merc! Where do you think you're going! Don't run from these wimps!"

Allen was frantically sorting through what chips he had left, attempting to figure out which one to use. He wanted Merc to turn around and fight with the chip he wanted to download.

"I call this a tactical retreat Allen, don't doubt my racing routine."

Merc nearing the javelin rack, Merc took to being air born to give himself a chance to dodge any incoming attacks. Once he landed he grabbed a javelin and got into javelin throwing position.

"I hope that I still have the form."


Merc flung a javelin towards one of the Bunnys.



-----Turn Breakdown------
1] Movement to Javelin Rack
2] Dodge
3] Throw Javelin at BunnyA

As he made a quick tactical repositioning, the leading bunny paused long enough to send a sparkle of electricity up the length of its ears and then fling it forwards in a crackling ring of static. Mercurial was already backing out of the way, though, and the attack fell short. The other bunny continued to give chase, following behind him all the way to the rack, though keeping up with the athlete seemed to be all the little virus had the presence of mind to focus on for now.

Meanwhile Mercurial hefted a javelin and made a quick toss at the bunny virus that had attacked him, and was now helpfully stationary for a moment. It wasn't a huge target, and by this point it was a fair distance away, but in the end his aim proved good enough and the projectile found its mark, piercing the far off virus neatly and embedding itself into the ground. The skewered bunny had enough time to glance down at the unexpected javelin, before beginning to disintegrate into data.

-=Not Sporting=-

BunnyA: JAVELINED
BunnyB: 50Hp [Normal][With Mercurial]
PowieA: DELETED
PowieB: DELETED

-=Out for a Lap=-

Mercurial.Exe: 140Hp [Grass]

-=Track and Field=-

30% Normal [Running Track, around the outside. A large oval.]
50% Grass [Interior of the running track]
15% Sand [Long jump pit, far side of the grass, still inside the running track.]
5% Glass [The small area in the Long Jump pit, where the Powies were hit.]

-=Equipment=-

Javelin Rack: 40Hp [Far End of Field][Holds 2 Javelins]
High-Jump Mats: 30Hp [Mid Field][Bar is set at 1.67m]
GMD: 20Hp [Sand][Half-buried]