HOLY HORDE OF METOOLS, BATMAN!
Aprroaching Zombieman is a giant horde of metools, their yellow helmets gleaming in the light of the net. Their pickaxes are raised in the air, ready to attack, and pure malice glows in their eyes.
OH, BOY.
Luckily, a small group breaks away from the horde, nodding at the others. The message was clear: "We can take care of him. You all carry on." The large swarm moves away, leaving the small group to take care of the latest nuisance.
Metool Horde: 320 HP
Zombieman: 100 HP
-BATTLE 5! MINIBOSS! FIGHT!-
Getting the Bearings...
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"..."
From his position in the Real World, laying on his bed, Archard stared into his PET screen. From his vantage point above Zombieman's bony right shoulder, he saw the literal horde of Metool viruses approaching, and sure as hell felt the sweat that accumulated upon his palms.
Zombieman's own palms didnt sweat. A few layers of skin did peel away and fell off. That was normal however. When the Metool horde approached, he nervously clenched and unclenched his 4 fingered hand, swinging his steel pipe circularly in the other.
A puff of hot air, relief msotly, escaped from a hole in Zombieman's side, when the Horde split, with but a tiny fragment marching in unison his way. Bright pairs of yellow eyes blinked at him, narrowing with hate.
"The thousand nations of the Persian Empire decend upon you..."
Zombieman looked at his Operator with curiosity. Archard grinned, and shrugged.
"Just trying to inject a bit of humor into the situation."
"So, while torn apart by shockwaves, I can be laughing! Oh I understand!"
Their dialouge cut by the thunderous march of the Metools, Zombieman launched into action. A low whistle echoed off the panels, data coded into being, the Ringlog1 chip's programming uploaded by Zombieman's buffer. Crashing down near the front of the horde, Zombieman saw Metools scatter away. Unable to assess the damage, if any, his Cannon materialized in his hands.
The smooth metal dug into the cloth of his leather jacket. His bright orange targeting program flickered into existance, tracking the targets in the horde. With a moments diliberation, due to the multitude of viruses, Zombieman picked a rather clueless looking Metool in the center of the mob, and unleashed his deadly payload.
The Metool's eyes flashed, as power began to charge around their pickaxes, giving them an ominous glow. Dropping his cannon to relieve himself of its encumbrance, it dematerialized before it hit the ground. Preparing to avoid the gauntlet of shockwaves that was soon to follow.
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Overview
1) Ringlog1 to Metool Horde (50 DMG + Splash)
2) Cannon to Metool Horde (40 DMG)
3) Dodge
"..."
From his position in the Real World, laying on his bed, Archard stared into his PET screen. From his vantage point above Zombieman's bony right shoulder, he saw the literal horde of Metool viruses approaching, and sure as hell felt the sweat that accumulated upon his palms.
Zombieman's own palms didnt sweat. A few layers of skin did peel away and fell off. That was normal however. When the Metool horde approached, he nervously clenched and unclenched his 4 fingered hand, swinging his steel pipe circularly in the other.
A puff of hot air, relief msotly, escaped from a hole in Zombieman's side, when the Horde split, with but a tiny fragment marching in unison his way. Bright pairs of yellow eyes blinked at him, narrowing with hate.
"The thousand nations of the Persian Empire decend upon you..."
Zombieman looked at his Operator with curiosity. Archard grinned, and shrugged.
"Just trying to inject a bit of humor into the situation."
"So, while torn apart by shockwaves, I can be laughing! Oh I understand!"
Their dialouge cut by the thunderous march of the Metools, Zombieman launched into action. A low whistle echoed off the panels, data coded into being, the Ringlog1 chip's programming uploaded by Zombieman's buffer. Crashing down near the front of the horde, Zombieman saw Metools scatter away. Unable to assess the damage, if any, his Cannon materialized in his hands.
The smooth metal dug into the cloth of his leather jacket. His bright orange targeting program flickered into existance, tracking the targets in the horde. With a moments diliberation, due to the multitude of viruses, Zombieman picked a rather clueless looking Metool in the center of the mob, and unleashed his deadly payload.
The Metool's eyes flashed, as power began to charge around their pickaxes, giving them an ominous glow. Dropping his cannon to relieve himself of its encumbrance, it dematerialized before it hit the ground. Preparing to avoid the gauntlet of shockwaves that was soon to follow.
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Overview
1) Ringlog1 to Metool Horde (50 DMG + Splash)
2) Cannon to Metool Horde (40 DMG)
3) Dodge
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Hitting the group with his Ringlog, which would have normally deleted two of the Metools, Zombieman is surprised to find them only slightly weakened! It would appear the group shares a single HP balance! Raising their pickaxes as one, the metools fire three shockwaves at Zombieman, just as he fires his cannon. The projectile damages the hive-minded viruses, and he manages to dodge their attacks just in time, the ground brutally being ripped apart by the force of the shockwave where he had been.
Metool Horde: 230 HP
Zombieman: 100 HP
Metool Horde: 230 HP
Zombieman: 100 HP
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Zombieman's acrobatics could be compared to the floundering of a fish out of water, if one was particularly vindictive against the fish. Nevertheless, Zombieman's own form was undamaged, in contrast to the panels he stood on the edge of. Deep gashes were carved into the surface and rubble lingered on edges.
Gathering his wits (and body parts), Zombieman pressed the offensive. Knowing that only a few seconds remained untill another wave was thrown at him, and taking comfort in the deletion of several Metools, he continued to work his way closer to the horde, thinning it out on the way. Archard's screen flittered past, a concerned expression on his face.
"Alright Zombieman, im sending you our mid-range firepower, Shotgun and Heatshot and on route."
As Zombieman's buffer system filled, his Shotgun materialized in hand. Deftly loading the double barrels with dark gray shells, he paused, dropping into a gash in the panels. using a small peice of rubble as a post, he pulled the trigger, launching a hail of pellets at the horde.
Just as quickly, he was on the move again. dumping the spent casings on the ground, where they dissolved, he slid two firey red shells into the chamber. The air burned as a smouldering, white-hot slug exploded from the barrel, blazing straight at the horde.
Taking cover in a particularly impressive ravine, Zombieman oberserved the horde. Milling around, their Pickaxes again hummed and sang with destructive energy. He popped his knee back into it's socket. He would need it to run.
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Overview
1) Shotgun to Metool Horde (50 DMG + Splash)
2) Heatshot to Metool Horde (40 DMG + Splash [fire])
3) Dodge
Gathering his wits (and body parts), Zombieman pressed the offensive. Knowing that only a few seconds remained untill another wave was thrown at him, and taking comfort in the deletion of several Metools, he continued to work his way closer to the horde, thinning it out on the way. Archard's screen flittered past, a concerned expression on his face.
"Alright Zombieman, im sending you our mid-range firepower, Shotgun and Heatshot and on route."
As Zombieman's buffer system filled, his Shotgun materialized in hand. Deftly loading the double barrels with dark gray shells, he paused, dropping into a gash in the panels. using a small peice of rubble as a post, he pulled the trigger, launching a hail of pellets at the horde.
Just as quickly, he was on the move again. dumping the spent casings on the ground, where they dissolved, he slid two firey red shells into the chamber. The air burned as a smouldering, white-hot slug exploded from the barrel, blazing straight at the horde.
Taking cover in a particularly impressive ravine, Zombieman oberserved the horde. Milling around, their Pickaxes again hummed and sang with destructive energy. He popped his knee back into it's socket. He would need it to run.
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Overview
1) Shotgun to Metool Horde (50 DMG + Splash)
2) Heatshot to Metool Horde (40 DMG + Splash [fire])
3) Dodge
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Blasting the Horde twice, the Heatshot is lucky enough to hit two metools with a single strike, dealing double damage to the Horde HP. Attacking him, one of the shockwaves manages to deal minor damage (10).
Metool Horde: 100 HP
Zombieman: 90 HP
Metool Horde: 100 HP
Zombieman: 90 HP
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Time slowed around Zombieman as he realized that his rediculous looking leaping prance took him right into the arc of a Metool shockwave. He grunted and fell to his knees, however, his core programming allready racing to repair the relatively minor damage. Zombieman looked up at the holoscreen floating infront of him as gray data streamed around him.
"Archard, what kind of weaponry do we have available?"
Archard's grimace told him all he needed to know.
"Sorry Old Man, we just havnt been active enough. All i've got coded is our Rageclaw. It should be enough, just make sure you dont overuse it. We dont want it breaking, or worse, the Metools to be able to prepare for it."
Nodding his acknowledgement, he looked over the depleated horde. The nearest Metool crouched only a few meters from him, it's pickaxe waving wildly and eyes glinting in the light.
As Zombieman's Rageclaw slowly materialized, the wild brandishing on the glowing pickaxe magnified. Before the metool alerted the others, Zombieman was in their ranks, sweeping and striking with his rage claw. Picking two of the viruses in particular, he swept through their number.
upon reaching the other side, he danced away, facing down the wall of angry metools and their humming pickaxes.
"Oh Shi-"
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Overview
Skill) Conversion of Charge attack to Zombieman (2x2x8=32/2=16 HP Restored)
1) Rageclaw to Metool Horde (40 DMG)
2) Rageclaw to Metool Horde (40 DMG)
3) Dodge
"Archard, what kind of weaponry do we have available?"
Archard's grimace told him all he needed to know.
"Sorry Old Man, we just havnt been active enough. All i've got coded is our Rageclaw. It should be enough, just make sure you dont overuse it. We dont want it breaking, or worse, the Metools to be able to prepare for it."
Nodding his acknowledgement, he looked over the depleated horde. The nearest Metool crouched only a few meters from him, it's pickaxe waving wildly and eyes glinting in the light.
As Zombieman's Rageclaw slowly materialized, the wild brandishing on the glowing pickaxe magnified. Before the metool alerted the others, Zombieman was in their ranks, sweeping and striking with his rage claw. Picking two of the viruses in particular, he swept through their number.
upon reaching the other side, he danced away, facing down the wall of angry metools and their humming pickaxes.
"Oh Shi-"
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Overview
Skill) Conversion of Charge attack to Zombieman (2x2x8=32/2=16 HP Restored)
1) Rageclaw to Metool Horde (40 DMG)
2) Rageclaw to Metool Horde (40 DMG)
3) Dodge
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Tearing through the viruses, Zombieman turns, only to see them all unfazed, their pickaxes raised for a strike.
Oh Shi-"
Before he could jump away, the metools all strike as one, their shockwaves combining to increase the attack fourfold (40). Thrown to the ground, Zombieman would have it in his best interests to FINISH THEM.
Metool Horde: 20 HP
Zombieman: 60 HP
Oh Shi-"
Before he could jump away, the metools all strike as one, their shockwaves combining to increase the attack fourfold (40). Thrown to the ground, Zombieman would have it in his best interests to FINISH THEM.
Metool Horde: 20 HP
Zombieman: 60 HP
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Zombieman groaned in pain. laying flat on his back, vulnerable to the pack of Metools that sent him flying.
"Zombieman! are you allright?"
Archard's screen flittered wildly, zooming around the bloody navi frantically.
"I think so, just let me just finish this thing."
Zombieman's words echoed bravery. However, when attempting to roll to his feet, he found his left leg missing, laying several feet to the right. Zombieman's head lolled back, rested on the ground, and swore violently as his breath condensed in the air around him. Accessing his Phylactery Subroutine, his form dematerialized into a mass of gray and red data, flickering in and out of existance. A few seconds later, he reformed, on his feet, facing down the remnants of the once mighty horde.
His claw once again fit itself over his now fully formed hand. Doing his best to brush off the congealed, coppery blood and dust from his stained leather jacket. Takeing special care to clean his AC/DC patch, he stared down the Metools. Noticing a particularly imperious one that rubbed him the wrong way, Zombieman lept, slashing toward and past the haughty Metool. He burst through the group, and spotting a Metool slinking around the others, He viciously swung his bent, gnarly steel pipe. Not because he felt like it would do much damage, but because he was feeling particularly vindictive.
Getting your leg ripped off tended to do that to a person.
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Overview
Skill) Conversion of Charged Buster to Zombieman (2x2x8=32/2=16 HP Restored)
1) Phylactery to Zombieman (30 HP Restored)
2) Rageclaw to Metool Horde (40 DMG)
3) Buster attack to Metool Horde (2x2x2=8 DMG)
"Zombieman! are you allright?"
Archard's screen flittered wildly, zooming around the bloody navi frantically.
"I think so, just let me just finish this thing."
Zombieman's words echoed bravery. However, when attempting to roll to his feet, he found his left leg missing, laying several feet to the right. Zombieman's head lolled back, rested on the ground, and swore violently as his breath condensed in the air around him. Accessing his Phylactery Subroutine, his form dematerialized into a mass of gray and red data, flickering in and out of existance. A few seconds later, he reformed, on his feet, facing down the remnants of the once mighty horde.
His claw once again fit itself over his now fully formed hand. Doing his best to brush off the congealed, coppery blood and dust from his stained leather jacket. Takeing special care to clean his AC/DC patch, he stared down the Metools. Noticing a particularly imperious one that rubbed him the wrong way, Zombieman lept, slashing toward and past the haughty Metool. He burst through the group, and spotting a Metool slinking around the others, He viciously swung his bent, gnarly steel pipe. Not because he felt like it would do much damage, but because he was feeling particularly vindictive.
Getting your leg ripped off tended to do that to a person.
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Overview
Skill) Conversion of Charged Buster to Zombieman (2x2x8=32/2=16 HP Restored)
1) Phylactery to Zombieman (30 HP Restored)
2) Rageclaw to Metool Horde (40 DMG)
3) Buster attack to Metool Horde (2x2x2=8 DMG)
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HAR HAR. VINDICTIVE WIN.
Metool Horde: DELETED
Zombieman: 100 HP
-Victory!-
Prizes: 300z, Guard1
Metool Horde: DELETED
Zombieman: 100 HP
-Victory!-
Prizes: 300
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Carefully stepping over the disintigrating helmet of the Metool he brained, Zombieman surveyed the scene. The only evidence of the battle were the gashes of force in the ground and the column of Metools marching into the distance. Archard's face broke out into a wide grin.
"Haha! Allright Zombieman! That was amazing. How are you feeling?"
Casually spinning his pipe in his left hand, Zombie brushed his hair out of his eyes with his right. Literally. Replacing his eye, he observed the column.
"Invigorated. I do wonder what such a large group is planning. Do you know anything about Metools, Archard?"
Archard shook his head, still pleased at Zombieman's performance in the fight. Mirroring Archard, Zombieman shrugged, before walking in the direction from which the Metools arrived.
"Haha! Allright Zombieman! That was amazing. How are you feeling?"
Casually spinning his pipe in his left hand, Zombie brushed his hair out of his eyes with his right. Literally. Replacing his eye, he observed the column.
"Invigorated. I do wonder what such a large group is planning. Do you know anything about Metools, Archard?"
Archard shook his head, still pleased at Zombieman's performance in the fight. Mirroring Archard, Zombieman shrugged, before walking in the direction from which the Metools arrived.
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Whatever it is they're doing, they don't want you butting in. Because here's the welcoming comittee, with their friends.
MetoolA: 40 HP
MetoolB: 40 HP
MetoolC: 40 HP
SpookyA: 50 HP
SpookyB: 50 HP
Spikey: 90 HP
Zombieman: 100 HP
-BATTLE 6! FIGHT!-
MetoolA: 40 HP
MetoolB: 40 HP
MetoolC: 40 HP
SpookyA: 50 HP
SpookyB: 50 HP
Spikey: 90 HP
Zombieman: 100 HP
-BATTLE 6! FIGHT!-
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Zombieman was taken aback by the variety in the pack of viruses that prowled up the stretch infront of him. Three Metools were hearded infront of the large Spiky, its smoking fur mixing with the shimmer of two ghost-like viruses. Sparkles and lights appearing and dissappearing like Will-O-the-Wisps as the ghosts blinked around the pack.
"Well Zombieman, we know our weaker Battlechips can vaporize a Metool in one go, but the Spiky is tougher. Im not sure about the Ghosts. Id hit them with a shotgun if you can. Sending A Ringlong, Heatshot, and Shotgun to you."
Zombieman circled the pack of viruses, idly rubbing his hand down the stock of his shotgun, he imitated the Spiky pack that accosted him not long ago. When the tornado of green data swam into being, it drew the virus' attention, the ghosts swarmed around the data, deciphering the code. Hoping to end their pondering, Zombieman pulled the trigger of the shotgun in his hands, creating a bellowing roar, and sending a wave of shrapnel and pellets toward Casper and his little friend.
Sliding a bright red shell into the chamber, he cocked the weapon menacingly. Looking through the haze of displaced dirt, disturbed by the falling log, Zombieman saw the loping gait of a Spiky, flanked by a small domed figure. Lineing up his sights, the burst of white-hot pellets and flame burned a path through the smog.
Looking around warily, Zombieman knew that the blasts had broadcasted his position, even in the miasma of dust. Checking and rechecking over his shoulder, he searched for any sign of a virus creeping through the dust.
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Overview
1) Ringlog1 to Spiky, splash to Metool A (50 DMG + Splash [Wood])
2) Shotgun to Spooky A, splash to Spooky B (50 DMG + Splash)
3) Heatshot to Spiky, splash to Metool B (40 DMG + Splash [Fire])
"Well Zombieman, we know our weaker Battlechips can vaporize a Metool in one go, but the Spiky is tougher. Im not sure about the Ghosts. Id hit them with a shotgun if you can. Sending A Ringlong, Heatshot, and Shotgun to you."
Zombieman circled the pack of viruses, idly rubbing his hand down the stock of his shotgun, he imitated the Spiky pack that accosted him not long ago. When the tornado of green data swam into being, it drew the virus' attention, the ghosts swarmed around the data, deciphering the code. Hoping to end their pondering, Zombieman pulled the trigger of the shotgun in his hands, creating a bellowing roar, and sending a wave of shrapnel and pellets toward Casper and his little friend.
Sliding a bright red shell into the chamber, he cocked the weapon menacingly. Looking through the haze of displaced dirt, disturbed by the falling log, Zombieman saw the loping gait of a Spiky, flanked by a small domed figure. Lineing up his sights, the burst of white-hot pellets and flame burned a path through the smog.
Looking around warily, Zombieman knew that the blasts had broadcasted his position, even in the miasma of dust. Checking and rechecking over his shoulder, he searched for any sign of a virus creeping through the dust.
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Overview
1) Ringlog1 to Spiky, splash to Metool A (50 DMG + Splash [Wood])
2) Shotgun to Spooky A, splash to Spooky B (50 DMG + Splash)
3) Heatshot to Spiky, splash to Metool B (40 DMG + Splash [Fire])
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The Ringlog takes out a metool and weakens the spikey, but the Shotgun only takes out one of the Spookies. Deleting the Spikey, and likewise the metool the metool, Zombieman is hit by a... tongue? Dang Spookies.
MetoolA: DELETED
MetoolB: DELETED
MetoolC: 40 HP
SpookyA: DELETED
SpookyB: 50 HP
Spikey: DELETED
Zombieman: 85 HP
MetoolA: DELETED
MetoolB: DELETED
MetoolC: 40 HP
SpookyA: DELETED
SpookyB: 50 HP
Spikey: DELETED
Zombieman: 85 HP
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After he stumbled back and wiped his face clean with his leather sleeve, Zombieman stared stupidly at the Spooky virus that had just licked him.
"Who would lick the enemy? I'm not reading any damaged systems..."
But he spoke to soon, slowly, he noticed the minor damage to the majority of programming. Groaning, Zombieman activated his emergency saved data, bringing the damaged systems to the state they were immediately before the slobbery attack.
The Ghost danced back, giggled chillingly, and disappeared. Instantly, Zombieman spun on his heels, checking behind him. Seeing nothing but a Metool slinking around to attack his unprotected back, Zombieman growled in annoyance.
When gray data streamed into his arms, Zombieman stroked his newly formed Cannon lovingly. The Metool just didnt understand the attraction to the firearm as it's targeting screen flashed red and roared, a triangular lazersight centering on the Metool's shiny dome.
peering through the smoke, Zombieman saw the Spooky hovering in the air, staring at him with bulbous eyes. Reaching into his buffer system, he realised a problem.
"Archard... we're out of ranged weaponry arn't we."
"Err, yeah Old Man, last was that Cannon Battlechip. I've already loaded in the Rageclaw, if you can lure it down."
Mad genius sparkled in Zombieman's pale eye.
"I think I have an answer."
When familiar red data formed his clawed gauntlet, Zombieman deftly took it off, fastening it tightly to his steel pipe. Taking his other eye out of his pocket, he double checked the alignment before taking a few steps back, cocking his makeshift javelin, and hurtling it toward the Spooky, hopefully knocking it to the ground.
Walking up his weapon, Zombieman tugged the bootlegged polearm from where it stuck out of the ground. The Ghost hovered nearby, and flickering as it were, Zombieman was unable to determine if his missile had connected.
"Finish him!"
"Ok Archard, you dont get to play mortal combat on my PET ever again. Im cutting you off."
Archard just looked degected. Nevertheless, spinning his weapon once, he brought it down on the ghost.
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Overview
Skill) Conversion of Charged Buster (2x2x8=32/2=16 HP restored)
1) Cannon to Metool (40 DMG)
2) Rageclaw throw Spooky B to ground (20 DMG)
3) Rageclaw to Spooky B (40 DMG)
"Who would lick the enemy? I'm not reading any damaged systems..."
But he spoke to soon, slowly, he noticed the minor damage to the majority of programming. Groaning, Zombieman activated his emergency saved data, bringing the damaged systems to the state they were immediately before the slobbery attack.
The Ghost danced back, giggled chillingly, and disappeared. Instantly, Zombieman spun on his heels, checking behind him. Seeing nothing but a Metool slinking around to attack his unprotected back, Zombieman growled in annoyance.
When gray data streamed into his arms, Zombieman stroked his newly formed Cannon lovingly. The Metool just didnt understand the attraction to the firearm as it's targeting screen flashed red and roared, a triangular lazersight centering on the Metool's shiny dome.
peering through the smoke, Zombieman saw the Spooky hovering in the air, staring at him with bulbous eyes. Reaching into his buffer system, he realised a problem.
"Archard... we're out of ranged weaponry arn't we."
"Err, yeah Old Man, last was that Cannon Battlechip. I've already loaded in the Rageclaw, if you can lure it down."
Mad genius sparkled in Zombieman's pale eye.
"I think I have an answer."
When familiar red data formed his clawed gauntlet, Zombieman deftly took it off, fastening it tightly to his steel pipe. Taking his other eye out of his pocket, he double checked the alignment before taking a few steps back, cocking his makeshift javelin, and hurtling it toward the Spooky, hopefully knocking it to the ground.
Walking up his weapon, Zombieman tugged the bootlegged polearm from where it stuck out of the ground. The Ghost hovered nearby, and flickering as it were, Zombieman was unable to determine if his missile had connected.
"Finish him!"
"Ok Archard, you dont get to play mortal combat on my PET ever again. Im cutting you off."
Archard just looked degected. Nevertheless, spinning his weapon once, he brought it down on the ghost.
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Overview
Skill) Conversion of Charged Buster (2x2x8=32/2=16 HP restored)
1) Cannon to Metool (40 DMG)
2) Rageclaw throw Spooky B to ground (20 DMG)
3) Rageclaw to Spooky B (40 DMG)
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Casper, the friendly ghost...
JUST GOT IMPALED BY A RAGECLAW.
MetoolA: DELETED
MetoolB: DELETED
MetoolC: DELETED
SpookyA: DELETED
SpookyB: DELETED
Spikey: DELETED
Zombieman: 100 HP
-Victory!-
Prizes: Guard1, 200z
JUST GOT IMPALED BY A RAGECLAW.
MetoolA: DELETED
MetoolB: DELETED
MetoolC: DELETED
SpookyA: DELETED
SpookyB: DELETED
Spikey: DELETED
Zombieman: 100 HP
-Victory!-
Prizes: Guard1, 200
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As the Spooky slowly dematerialized, Zombieman looked penisve. Slowly counting and recounting on his fingers, difficult when used to being able to count to ten, he came to a conclusion.
"I do believe, Archard, that we have fought every basic virus model in this Net. Have new viruses been designed lately? I recieve bulletins from Net officials, but havn't recieved any new viral data."
Archard's form just shrugged in his screen, preoccupied with transfering the new Battlechips and Zenny to Zombieman's PET. Zombieman, noticing his Operator as clueless as he, moved on, so as to test his hypothesis.
"I do believe, Archard, that we have fought every basic virus model in this Net. Have new viruses been designed lately? I recieve bulletins from Net officials, but havn't recieved any new viral data."
Archard's form just shrugged in his screen, preoccupied with transfering the new Battlechips and Zenny to Zombieman's PET. Zombieman, noticing his Operator as clueless as he, moved on, so as to test his hypothesis.
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Well, all the viruses?
Why not try them ALL AT ONCE!
Canodumb: 50 HP
Shrubby: 50 HP
MetoolA: 40 HP
MetoolB: 40 HP
MetoolC: 40 HP
Spikey: 90 HP
Spooky: 50 HP
Seedbat: 50 HP
Zombieman: 100 HP
-BATTLE 7! FIGHT!-
Why not try them ALL AT ONCE!
Canodumb: 50 HP
Shrubby: 50 HP
MetoolA: 40 HP
MetoolB: 40 HP
MetoolC: 40 HP
Spikey: 90 HP
Spooky: 50 HP
Seedbat: 50 HP
Zombieman: 100 HP
-BATTLE 7! FIGHT!-
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Archard looked over the mass of viruses that patrolled infront of them. A Canodumb stood alert in the center of the mass, three metools prowling infront of the Shrubby beside it. On the edge of the pack, a Spiky stood alert, catching the distinct sent of rotting data, Zombieman. Two viruses fluttered through the air, barreling over each other in a mad dash for the Navi.
"You just had to say it didnt you, Old Man? Every virus. You know Murphy was listening! Play it cool, and be on the defensive. You can outlast all the viruses there. Im sending a Guard, Shotgun, an-"
A loud roar echoed around the pack. A wall of pellets meeting the two charging viruses halfway, causing the pair to tumble over each other, attempting to dodge the burst of force and shrapnel.
The rest of the pack swiveled on the spot, the Canodumb's targeting array flashed red and painted a crosshair over the breast of Zombieman's jacket. Just infront of the virus, three pickaxes hummed with power, ready to release a wave of concussive force as the Spiky's hackles raised, smoking billowing from its fur and snorts of fire bursting from it's nose.
"-or you can do that."
As Archard huffed in indignation, crossing his arms and settling back in his chair, swirling green data burst into being, forming a large log that careened toward the mass, the Canodumb and Spiky quivering in its menacing shadow.
Seeing the power leavied against him, Zombieman opened his buffer file. A shimmering shield of silver and green data formed in his intact hand, once complete, the Navi ducked behind the aegis, straining his torn ears to listen for the advance of the viruses.
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Overview
1) Shotgun to Seedbat splash to Spooky (50 DMG + Splash)
2) Ringlog1 to Spiky and Canodumb (50 DMG to two targets [Wood])
3) Guard1
"You just had to say it didnt you, Old Man? Every virus. You know Murphy was listening! Play it cool, and be on the defensive. You can outlast all the viruses there. Im sending a Guard, Shotgun, an-"
A loud roar echoed around the pack. A wall of pellets meeting the two charging viruses halfway, causing the pair to tumble over each other, attempting to dodge the burst of force and shrapnel.
The rest of the pack swiveled on the spot, the Canodumb's targeting array flashed red and painted a crosshair over the breast of Zombieman's jacket. Just infront of the virus, three pickaxes hummed with power, ready to release a wave of concussive force as the Spiky's hackles raised, smoking billowing from its fur and snorts of fire bursting from it's nose.
"-or you can do that."
As Archard huffed in indignation, crossing his arms and settling back in his chair, swirling green data burst into being, forming a large log that careened toward the mass, the Canodumb and Spiky quivering in its menacing shadow.
Seeing the power leavied against him, Zombieman opened his buffer file. A shimmering shield of silver and green data formed in his intact hand, once complete, the Navi ducked behind the aegis, straining his torn ears to listen for the advance of the viruses.
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Overview
1) Shotgun to Seedbat splash to Spooky (50 DMG + Splash)
2) Ringlog1 to Spiky and Canodumb (50 DMG to two targets [Wood])
3) Guard1
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((What the hell happened to our monotony break? Dammit PA.))
Seedbat, Spooky, boom, dead. The Spikey, being a crappily far distance away from the Cannondumb, doesn't get hit by the Ringlog, at all. The Cannondumb does though, and it dies. So much for that. The Spike suddenly goes super saiyan and blasts Zombieman with a fireball, but it gets reflected! Hm! I guess guarding works after all! <jazz hands>
Canodumb: DEAD
Shrubby: 50 HP
MetoolA: 40 HP
MetoolB: 40 HP
MetoolC: 40 HP
Spikey: 60 HP
Spooky: DEAD
Seedbat: DEAD
Zombieman: 100 HP
Seedbat, Spooky, boom, dead. The Spikey, being a crappily far distance away from the Cannondumb, doesn't get hit by the Ringlog, at all. The Cannondumb does though, and it dies. So much for that. The Spike suddenly goes super saiyan and blasts Zombieman with a fireball, but it gets reflected! Hm! I guess guarding works after all! <jazz hands>
Canodumb: DEAD
Shrubby: 50 HP
MetoolA: 40 HP
MetoolB: 40 HP
MetoolC: 40 HP
Spikey: 60 HP
Spooky: DEAD
Seedbat: DEAD
Zombieman: 100 HP