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Ophanium continued forward to look for more viruses to fight, and was promptly greeted by a somewhat loud screech behind him. He spun around to see a pair of PulseBat viruses, staring him hungrily. He turned back to check for an escape route, but a pair of Spookys appeared out of thin air, and to make matters worse, a Swordy warped in between them. Surrounded, Ophanium didn't seem to have much choice but to fight.

Viruses Identified!

PulseBatA: 80HP
PulseBatB: 80HP

SpookyA: 30HP
Swordy-N: 60HP
SpookyB: 30HP

Terrain: 100% Normal

Ophanium.EXE: 100 HP [Surrounded!]

-(Battle #3: Fangs, Ghouls and Blades! Ready, Fight!)-
Ophanium continued further into ACDC Net, contantly scanning the surroundings. As he reached a stretch of long, open land, a rather piercing screech erupted out from behind him. Whipping around on the spot, Ophanium's momentum carried his cloak through his plane of vision, and as his sight cleared, he was met with a quadruple of unfamiliar, and menacing eyes: those of two Pulsebats.

Turning back around to scope for an escape route, more eyes met him, but this time, a sextuple of eyes: four of two Spookys and two of a Swordy. Stepping back to the middle of the circle, Ophanium slowly drew his katanas, taking a deep breath.

"Ready Michael?" Ophanium asked skeptically.

"As always Phan." Michael said as he sat up a bit further in his chair.

"The Rageclaw... if you will." Ophanium pleasantly asked as he slowly rotated on the spot, keeping a keen eye on all the virii.

"Of course dear sir." Micheal reached onto his desk and grabbed the chips. He flicked through them slowly. A picture of a cannon stared back up at him first, and a picture of a shotgun followed. Next a picture of a guard chip glared back at him, finally succeeded by the Rageclaw that Ophanium desired. Taking it out of the stack without contemplation, he slotted it into the PET. Then Micheal turned his eyes back to the screen, where Ophanium still rotated on the spot, waiting patiently for the chip to transfer.

Ophanium felt the data rush to his katana as his hand began to tremble with the onrush of data. The katana began to morph, and still Ophanium turned. As the weight changed as well as the shape and look of the weapon, still Ophanium turned. And as the data finally began to settle, Ophanium stopped, his head down, faced in the direction of the triple of virii. With one deep breath, his head snapped up to take in the three virii, and he flew down the terrain towards the Spooky on the far left.

Ophanium felt the wind whip against his face as he raced down the plain, the Spooky growing evermore in his plain of vision. Ophanium brought up the Rageclaw that sat in his left hand to the level of the stomach of the Spooky. And finally, as he reached the enemy, his blade met a substance, whether air or virii, he did not know.

Then, retracting his blade, he turned left and whipped past the Swordy, until he was even with the second Spooky. Feeling the wind in his face, he took a deep breath and threw the blade towards the Spooky. With a quick retraction, he felt the Rageclaw begin to splinter from its use. Sheathing the Rageclaw, and holding up his second katana in a guard position, he slowly backed away from the virii, eager to see the results of his work.

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1. Rageclaw (40 dmg) ((1/6)) > SpookyA
2. Rageclaw (40 dmg) ((2/6)) > SpookyB
3. Dodge
The Spooky started off the attack by teleporting close to Ophanium, but they quickly were quickly taken care of with a couple of RageClaw slices. The PulseBats fired a couple of shots, but they missed. The Swordy went up to the Navi and delivered a successful slice. (30)

PulseBatA: 80HP
PulseBatB: 80HP

SpookyA: DELETED
Swordy-N: 60HP
SpookyB: DELETED

Terrain: 100% Normal

Ophanium.EXE: 70 HP [Surrounded!]
Ophanium slowly, cautiously, backed away from the virii before him. Once a safe distance away, he watched as the two virii his Rageclaw had touched fell before him. The middle virus, however, whipped around until it stared at him, and still as it readied its sword. From behind him, many bullets flew out, and Ophanium blocked all of them. And the Swordy began its advance. The bullets suddenly stopped as the Swordy reached Ophanium. Then, with an emotionless face, it sliced him square across the chest. Ophanium felt the data around his chest begin to collapse with nothing left to support it. Dropping his weapon, Ophanium fell to his knees, clutching at the data flowing from his chest, trying to shove it back into himself. Suddenly, a white light engulfed Ophanium, and the data began to flow in reverse, back into the wound, still gaping in his chest. Ophanium grabbed his katana violently, and slowly stood back up. Mike grabbed at his head as Ophanium's words reverberated throughout his skull: "It shall be the next to die."

Unsheathing the Rageclaw, another splinter chipped off of the blade. Ophanium, with no signs of acknowledging the breaking of his weapon, spoke once to Micheal. "Help me out down here" with a somewhat mocking tone.

Micheal responded with some vulgar mumbling, and, although making a sneer at Ophanium's comment, still reached for the other chips at his disposal. At first, a cannon stared him down, asking to be used, but something pricked at Micheal in the back of his mind, advising him to continue. Mike continued to flip through the chips, a guard, a shotgun, and still the prickling continued. At last, looking at the Cactball, the feeling dissipated. Somehow, he knew this was the chip, as a blank look spread across his face. Micheal inserted the chip finally, and turned back to Ophanium. "It is done."

Ophanium watched as the Rageclaw finally shattered away into data, data that flew away into the distance, but more data began to take its place quickly. Data that took over not only the blade of the former katana, but the hilt as well. The whole sword became a ball, a small green ball. Ophanium felt somewhat silly as he pulled the ball behind his head, bringing his eyes back to the Swordy. Silence filled the air as Ophanium took one deep breath, and slung the ball towards the Swordy. As it flew towards the virus, needles popped out of the ball, deadly needles. Huge, deadly needles.

Ophanium began to run past the Swordy before the ball got anywhere near the virus. His eyes locked upon the two virii behind the Swordy. As he ran, his second katana began to pulse with a white energy, flowing from Ophanium to the blade. Ophanium jumped up to the level of the Pulsebats as his blade reached its maximum length. And Ophanium threw the blade down, attempting to pile drive the first Pulsebat. His blade automatically began to retract after the slash, and it soon reached its normal length. Ophanium fell down to the ground, and soon, his decent began to slow, until he touched the ground gently.

Ophanium, still wary of the wound in his chest, brought up his katana, and a guard started growing out of it. With one look up at Mike, a slight nod, Ophanium backed away from the three virii, his guard moving back and forth from both groups of virii.

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Passive: Holy Aura (5 points heal)
1. Cactball1 (20 dmg x 2-4 Hits + Ground Attack) > Swordy-N
2. Blade of Light (40 dmg, 1 TCD) > PulsebatA
3. Guard1 (Reflect 60 dmg)

Holy Aura: Active
Blade of Light: Used this Turn
After healing himself slightly, Ophanium tossed a plant-based weapon, hitting one of the Swordy with its needles and...plantness. And again. And again. And it might done it a fourth time, but since there was no Swordy left to hit, it just dissipated. He then tried to carve up a bat, but both it and its remaining partner flew high into the air before it could arrive. He then put up a protective, reflective shield, but since both bats were too high to attack, it didn't do much good for the time being.

PulseBatA: 80 HP (high up in the air)
PulseBatB: 80 HP (high up in the air)

SpookyA: DELETED
Swordy-N: DELETED
SpookyB: DELETED

Terrain: 100% Normal

Ophanium: 75 HP (Guard1 active)
Ophanium watched, eyes above his guard, as the unharmed Pulsebats flew high above any place where he could touch them. Once again, white flooded his sight as he was healed by his own aura. But this shroud of white could not block the sinking feeling that the Pulsebats were out of the reach of even an angel. However, the guard in his hand sparked an idea. As Ophanium placed the guard gently upon the ground, he requested "The shotgun chip Mike."

Mike, utterly clueless as to what Ophanium was doing, just stuttered "o o ok." As he readied the chip, Ophanium slowly lowered himself down into the guard itself. And with a deep breath, as Mike slotted the chip in, and as the data began to assemble itself in the form of a shotgun, Ophanium readied himself. And with one swift kick to the other side of the guard, Ophanium rocketed himself into the unknown, directed straight at the Pulsebats.

Ophanium flew higher and higher, until level with the Pulsebats at the apex of his launch. Ophanium pulled up the gun in an instant, and pulled the trigger directed at the first Pulsebat. He quickly fell back, and in doing a back flip, touched gently to the ground. Mike's mouth fell open in awe at Ophanium's gymnastics. "Sick..."

Ophanium brought up his now katana from his side to a guard position, still watching the Pulsebats far ahead.

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Passive: Holy Aura (5 points heal)
1. Tactical Action (use guard to launch self into air at Pulsebats)
2. Shotgun (50 dmg) > PulsebatA > Spread1 > PulsebatB
3. Dodge

Sigs
Blade of Light: Ready
Holy Aura: Active
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The bats lowered down to the ground to attack and fire a couple of bursts of sonic screeches, but Ophanium did something else: he launched himself in the air, rendering the bats' attacks useless. He then shot both bats quite easily, having the advantage of them taken off guard. Then, he fell quite easily, touching down on the ground.

PulseBatA: 30 HP
PulseBatB: 30 HP

SpookyA: DELETED
Swordy-N: DELETED
SpookyB: DELETED

Terrain: 100% Normal

Ophanium: 75 HP