“So... no guilt at all then, boss? Backstabbing and exploding volcanoes and all?” The main navi sighed and rolled his shoulders.
“I did what I could. Jen sent a message to the authorities. What else was I meant to do?” The clone only shrugged and Courser tried to focus on not talking to himself. They crossed paths back and forth as he continued in silence, each watching the opposite sides of the valley as they went, but both drew up with a skid and a splash as the latest obstruction to their wandering journey came into view.
The narrow path through the snow ended at an ever-industrious BombBoy. The crack and burst of shots drew his attention to the two Bashers on high, two pairs of eyes turning in opposite directions to identify them as the two CourseMen quickly stepped apart and assumed slightly more readied stances.
“Heads up, Jen!” One shouted as they both exchanged sidelong glances and split further, darting forward. Dusting mists of snow kicked up around the two, though a close eye might see that only one developed a frosty rime about the edges of his coat – that one began rapidly moving up the hill towards the left, while the other raced forward, towards the trio in the middle.
“Hey now, friends! Blowing holes in the road is bad for tourism, you know!” The Courser towards the centre didn't slow his approach, grinning as he called, while the open moving towards the hill cupped hands to his mouth to follow up.
“Aye... Take a moment and just stop for a bit, hey? Take a break, on us!” With a quick, spinning flourish, both threw their hands out, wave whips visibly uncurling and then pelting the field around them with a scatter shot of frigid watery darts; despite the words, the only one that didn't find any freezing water cast in his direction was the BombBoy: each of the others would have to contend with at least a couple of quickly-freezing splashes.
“Oi, you with the explosives! Yeah, you, boy... this way! Got a job for you! Come on!” The central courser was grinning now and skated around the broken sink holes, doing its best to tease the virus with its misplaced familiarity. The clone moved back towards the far side of the valley from his navi, and towards the opposite Basher, though his back was to the artillery virus as he skated.
Courser himself, meanwhile, took an extra moment to assess the field, then kicked up and extra cloud of snow dust around himself; his form faded into pale white and mist, growing ever harder to see or pin down, and he waved a cautionary finger at the satellite virus as he did.
“Sorry little guy... we're playing by my rules today... there's actually non-one here at all, you see.” His smirk and a wink was the last thing to fade into white – even if the Satellite's targeting laser sweep were to pass over Courser's true location, the elusive navi would still fail to register for the poor machine.
The next indication that Courser was still anywhere one the field was the sudden whistle and cut of two long, thin blades of water flashing out of the snow and mist and aiming to cleave two bisecting cuts across and down the left hand Basher turret before it could take any further shots. His indistinct image drew back again, wave whips crossed over his form; they had stretched and curved, even as the cycling water current within had collapsed and compacted into almost intangibly thin edges. A moment later, the navi tipped an imaginary hat with a sword salute and a rakish smirk, then dashed away again, fading into the snow.
Hard to see amidst the other confusion, Courser raced across the battle field, circling the broken holes in the ground until he closed in on the opposite turret; his main target, again, was the Basher, but each whisper-fast stroke of his water-bladed whips had the reach and width to catch any other hapless viruses that might have been close enough; any that had given chase to the real Courser, or the poor BombBoy if it had followed his decoy with its payload. Those last two slices were all the chip had left, however, and courser shook out his hands as his whips coiled again and reverted to their snaking, fluid forms.
With the cuts made, Courser kicked back and let himself drift back towards the centre of the area, switching places with his decoy if it was still making itself useful. He could feel the strain of blending himself as fully with the shadow as he was dragging at him, but he was getting better at it; he was sure he could hold it as long as he needed to this time. Now... how to deal with the rest...
-=Summary=-
C*) ((TrapMaster: Courser is aware of the Satellite's targeting trap, and denies its ability to trigger on him))
C*) First Barrier: (40Hp Barrier, Self)
C*) First Armour: (10Hp Casing, Self)
C*) Decoy: Moving forward taunting/teasing BombBoy
C1) Solo Teamwork: (10Aqua, x 2 Hits, x 4 Targets, Shot-Type, A) Scatter shot to Slimey, Basher A and B, and Satellite, hoping for a quick freeze
C2) Murky Deception: (Shadow, Self, 2 turns, Self-Slow2 (1 round, two ranks))
C3)

Accuracy: B
Description: Creates a long metal blade with exceptional cutting speed. Hits with a wide slash, then a long slash in the span of a single action, hitting 3 and 2 targets, respectively. Only one target can be hit with both slashes. Rare
Duration: Until Overridden/Broken. Breaks automatically after 2 uses.
Element: Null
Trader Rank: C (60, Slashing, Wide) Then (60, Slashing, Long), Basher A
C4) Movement (To Basher B)
C5)

Accuracy: B
Description: Creates a long metal blade with exceptional cutting speed. Hits with a wide slash, then a long slash in the span of a single action, hitting 3 and 2 targets, respectively. Only one target can be hit with both slashes. Rare
Duration: Until Overridden/Broken. Breaks automatically after 2 uses.
Element: Null
Trader Rank: C (60, Slashing, Wide) Then (60, Slashing, Long), Basher B
C6) Movement (Back towards the centre)
C*) Fast Barrier: (40Hp Barrier, refresh, just in case)