Gungnir and Capuchin
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((Someone called for an incredibly late Deus Ex Machina?))
Boom.
A bomb suddenly exploded from under part of the giant trash heap, deleting two Netpolice navis outright and sending shrapnel everywhere. A quick glance towards the advancing NetMafia goons revealed why-- one of them was holding a remote!
The mafia navi in question let off a sickeningly sadistic grin, then mashed the button on the control pad like a madman. Enough explosions then tore through the trash heap in the next few seconds to be compared to a carpet-bombing, as the instigator of this madness threw his head back and howled out peals of laughter- only to be blown up by what is apparently one of his own bombs. Idiot.
A sudden rumbling interrupted the smaller blasts, which curiously ceased, and all remaining alive searched for the source of the noise... only to realize they had heard it from below! Some glanced downward, getting horrible feelings of foreboding, others futilely tried to run, and one or two seemed to be muttering some sort of prayer-
-and then everything went black. Capuchin and Gungnir awoke some time later, amazingly unharmed but seemingly the only survivors; Police and Mafia corpses littered the battleground around them, so much like the trash heap they stood on earlier as the two navis trekked through the carnage.
Eventually, they come upon what seems to be a pile of not-useless data, along with a few bombs that apparently didn't go off.
DEUS EX MACHINA!
--Rewards--
((Bugfrag and FXP totals are for the previous battle as well.))
Capuchin: 2000z, Lilbomb, 20 FXP
Gungnir: 2400z, Energybomb, 20 FXP
Freija: 30 Bugfrags
Boom.
A bomb suddenly exploded from under part of the giant trash heap, deleting two Netpolice navis outright and sending shrapnel everywhere. A quick glance towards the advancing NetMafia goons revealed why-- one of them was holding a remote!
The mafia navi in question let off a sickeningly sadistic grin, then mashed the button on the control pad like a madman. Enough explosions then tore through the trash heap in the next few seconds to be compared to a carpet-bombing, as the instigator of this madness threw his head back and howled out peals of laughter- only to be blown up by what is apparently one of his own bombs. Idiot.
A sudden rumbling interrupted the smaller blasts, which curiously ceased, and all remaining alive searched for the source of the noise... only to realize they had heard it from below! Some glanced downward, getting horrible feelings of foreboding, others futilely tried to run, and one or two seemed to be muttering some sort of prayer-
-and then everything went black. Capuchin and Gungnir awoke some time later, amazingly unharmed but seemingly the only survivors; Police and Mafia corpses littered the battleground around them, so much like the trash heap they stood on earlier as the two navis trekked through the carnage.
Eventually, they come upon what seems to be a pile of not-useless data, along with a few bombs that apparently didn't go off.
DEUS EX MACHINA!
--Rewards--
((Bugfrag and FXP totals are for the previous battle as well.))
Capuchin: 2000z, Lilbomb, 20 FXP
Gungnir: 2400z, Energybomb, 20 FXP
Freija: 30 Bugfrags
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Gungnirs head was spinning as he stood up from the wreckage, then taking a look around at the rubble and shrapnel. His mind was cloudy for a moment, still trying to shoo away the fog of war, when he realized all that had happened. He pushed up quicker and began looking around for Freija and Capuchin, and wondered why he couldn't get in contact with Sieg.
'Frei!!! Capuchin! Are you guys allright!?' he shouted out across the field as he ran around. As he ran, he could hear the static of his com coming back into working condition,
"G...nir...re....the...Gungnir...You ther....Are you there?!" he could finally hear the screaming voice of his netop coming back into his ears as he called back to him.
'I'm...I'm...' It was at this moment that Gungnir realized his body was completely healed, and showed no sign of damage, 'Great? I'm completely unharmed...' Sieg reestablished the visual link just in time to convey his look of confusion to Gungnir, "What about Freija?"
'I'm Fine!' she said sternly as she stood up from the debris, pushing off rocks and revealing that she herself was unharmed as well. "Well thats a relief" Sieg said as Gungnir went over and helped Freija to her feet, both of them searching for Capuchin, and helping her out of the dirt as she turned up safe as well!
"Geeze, that was crazy, what in the hell happened?" Sieg asked Gungnir as Gun was surveying the land. His eyes caught something before he could answer tho, and he said 'I don't know, but it left us a prize' as he walked over to the data and unused bombs, picking them up and sending them to Sieg.
'This just gets more and more confusing!'
'Frei!!! Capuchin! Are you guys allright!?' he shouted out across the field as he ran around. As he ran, he could hear the static of his com coming back into working condition,
"G...nir...re....the...Gungnir...You ther....Are you there?!" he could finally hear the screaming voice of his netop coming back into his ears as he called back to him.
'I'm...I'm...' It was at this moment that Gungnir realized his body was completely healed, and showed no sign of damage, 'Great? I'm completely unharmed...' Sieg reestablished the visual link just in time to convey his look of confusion to Gungnir, "What about Freija?"
'I'm Fine!' she said sternly as she stood up from the debris, pushing off rocks and revealing that she herself was unharmed as well. "Well thats a relief" Sieg said as Gungnir went over and helped Freija to her feet, both of them searching for Capuchin, and helping her out of the dirt as she turned up safe as well!
"Geeze, that was crazy, what in the hell happened?" Sieg asked Gungnir as Gun was surveying the land. His eyes caught something before he could answer tho, and he said 'I don't know, but it left us a prize' as he walked over to the data and unused bombs, picking them up and sending them to Sieg.
'This just gets more and more confusing!'
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"Uhhhhhhhnnnnn" Capuchin moaned as she stood back up to her feet. "The world still seems o spin around."
"A-Are yo-you hurt?" Aida silently and shyly stuttered. Worried about her friend yet her timidness still could be heard in her voice.
"Yeah." The monkey navi replied as she brushed off her suit. "Aside from my hearing going deaf from the blasts, I think I'll live." Her eyes darted everywhere at the wreckage. "Did anyone survive aside from us?" she asked her comerades then turned towards some undamaged data. "CHAH!" She cheeped as she grasped it in her hand and swooned over it. "A chip! Horrah! Ooooh! It's safe, perfect condition...yet..." her tail drooped and her face turned to a more gloomy appearence, "I only got this?"
"I-its better than...than n-nothing." Aida suggested, "W-we could have had nothing in r-return...and m-much worse c-could have happened to us...l-like..."
"Say no more..." Capuchin agreed as she looked around the rubble. There was no sign of any other navis that survived. Everything was turned to bits of junk and torn up data. "All our work...trying to hold back the enemies...its all..." Yet she paused for a moment only to let her tail curve and regain its posture while her face looked more determined. "Well, we can't let them have been deleted in vain. We are still around...in a way...we stopped the battalion from massive takeover."
"M-more like a messup from enemy lines..."
"Don't ruin the moment Aida." Capuchin whispered.
"A-Are yo-you hurt?" Aida silently and shyly stuttered. Worried about her friend yet her timidness still could be heard in her voice.
"Yeah." The monkey navi replied as she brushed off her suit. "Aside from my hearing going deaf from the blasts, I think I'll live." Her eyes darted everywhere at the wreckage. "Did anyone survive aside from us?" she asked her comerades then turned towards some undamaged data. "CHAH!" She cheeped as she grasped it in her hand and swooned over it. "A chip! Horrah! Ooooh! It's safe, perfect condition...yet..." her tail drooped and her face turned to a more gloomy appearence, "I only got this?"
"I-its better than...than n-nothing." Aida suggested, "W-we could have had nothing in r-return...and m-much worse c-could have happened to us...l-like..."
"Say no more..." Capuchin agreed as she looked around the rubble. There was no sign of any other navis that survived. Everything was turned to bits of junk and torn up data. "All our work...trying to hold back the enemies...its all..." Yet she paused for a moment only to let her tail curve and regain its posture while her face looked more determined. "Well, we can't let them have been deleted in vain. We are still around...in a way...we stopped the battalion from massive takeover."
"M-more like a messup from enemy lines..."
"Don't ruin the moment Aida." Capuchin whispered.
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((*Grumbles that Lunar has a point about luring you guys*))
Our... ...something... ...duo (trio?) suddenly sees a *building* collapse a short distance away. Then a small tower, also nearby, seems to slide off its' base diagonally, landing with a loud, if slightly muffled, boom. A battle, perhaps...?
Our... ...something... ...duo (trio?) suddenly sees a *building* collapse a short distance away. Then a small tower, also nearby, seems to slide off its' base diagonally, landing with a loud, if slightly muffled, boom. A battle, perhaps...?
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'What was that?' Gungnir exclaimed as he turned to the explosions and wreckage forming in the distance, turning on his heels to head in that direction as Freija shouted after,
'Wha-wait!' and chased after him quickly.
'Wha-wait!' and chased after him quickly.
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Capuchin was a bit startled by the unexpected loud explosion. Her tail curled tighter at the loud boom while the buildings began to shake and shatter. Her eyes narrowed as saw in the distance the damage ensuing. A growl escaped from her slightly gritted teeth, knowing that there was far more work to be done.
"Shoot. More things to worry about." She scratched her head a bit with her left hand in an annoyed fasion. Honestly, can't the net-police keep the peace at all. I mean, its not like they would be crumbling buildings...???" She turned to see Gungir already had spread into action and dashed off. "H-HEY! What about thinking before we leap...!!! YOU TOO FREIJA!!?!?!" Both immediatley were getting smaller as they dashed away. She gave a huff and another growl as she chased after. "Honestly, not even announcing that we are leaving" she huffed as she used he speed to catch up.
"Shoot. More things to worry about." She scratched her head a bit with her left hand in an annoyed fasion. Honestly, can't the net-police keep the peace at all. I mean, its not like they would be crumbling buildings...???" She turned to see Gungir already had spread into action and dashed off. "H-HEY! What about thinking before we leap...!!! YOU TOO FREIJA!!?!?!" Both immediatley were getting smaller as they dashed away. She gave a huff and another growl as she chased after. "Honestly, not even announcing that we are leaving" she huffed as she used he speed to catch up.
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((You may either attack now, or spend a post RPing reactions while waiting for the tornado to die down.))
((EDIT: Forgot to add in HP from that heal last fight.))
As the trio approach the area, one theme becomes readily apparent: Destruction. Massive, all-consuming destruction. Nearby buildings have their windows blown out, the paths are dotted in small craters and gashes, piles of half-destroyed rubble litter the area, and on top of it all, it seems the two buildings the pair saw fall earlier were not the only ones. One building appears to have toppled over right in their path, leaving them no way around it.
Gungnir, Freija, and Capuchin stand, stunned for a brief moment-
-then the building in front of them explodes outward, showering the general area in rubble, debris... and dust. The two bewildered navis (And support program) stare, deathly silent, into the virtual cloud of the stuff that now covers the area for a few tense moments... and then it's all suddenly blown away by what seems to be a small tornado. Capuchin squints, and can barely make out a navi, clad in black, spinning in the maelstrom of wind.
Gungnir's eyes are drawn off to the left by movement; is that... Miltiaman?
Miltiaman: 2000
???: 3000 (Center of Tornado)
Gungnir: 140
Freija: 32
Capuchin: 51
Terrain: A toppled building (Which now has a rather large hole at the middle) sits behind ??? and Miltiaman, and various piles of rubble are in the area. Otherwise, normal terrain. A few of the piles of rubble seem big enough to be used as cover...
((EDIT: Forgot to add in HP from that heal last fight.))
As the trio approach the area, one theme becomes readily apparent: Destruction. Massive, all-consuming destruction. Nearby buildings have their windows blown out, the paths are dotted in small craters and gashes, piles of half-destroyed rubble litter the area, and on top of it all, it seems the two buildings the pair saw fall earlier were not the only ones. One building appears to have toppled over right in their path, leaving them no way around it.
Gungnir, Freija, and Capuchin stand, stunned for a brief moment-
-then the building in front of them explodes outward, showering the general area in rubble, debris... and dust. The two bewildered navis (And support program) stare, deathly silent, into the virtual cloud of the stuff that now covers the area for a few tense moments... and then it's all suddenly blown away by what seems to be a small tornado. Capuchin squints, and can barely make out a navi, clad in black, spinning in the maelstrom of wind.
Gungnir's eyes are drawn off to the left by movement; is that... Miltiaman?
Miltiaman: 2000
???: 3000 (Center of Tornado)
Gungnir: 140
Freija: 32
Capuchin: 51
Terrain: A toppled building (Which now has a rather large hole at the middle) sits behind ??? and Miltiaman, and various piles of rubble are in the area. Otherwise, normal terrain. A few of the piles of rubble seem big enough to be used as cover...
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As Gungnir and Freija looked on in amazement at the destruction before them, both of their eyes went wide with the sheer scale of the destruction and seemable lack of a cause. Freija and he looked around, trying to discern a source as the enormous tornado kicked up.
'What in the world is that!?' he shouted out, reeling back a bit to cover his face. Freija let out a yelp as the tornado appeared, taking a step back as well. Gungnir looked around the battlefield, maybe for a defensive position, maybe for a source. He saw Capuchin in front of him a small distance, but, what was that? His eyes were squinted as he tried to look through the winds, seeing a figure beyond capuchin.
'What in the...' he said as he walked towards it slightly, moving towards Capuchin as Freija fought to maintain her stance in the face of the gale, 'Who is-?!' His eyes shot open as he looked ahead, the dirt and debris suddenly becoming nothing to him. His stance straightened and he could only look ahead with a slightly dumbfounded look on his face. Sieg was trying to make heads or tails of everything that was going on in the battlefield as he saw this strange behaviour from his navi. He called down to him, "Gungnir? Whats going on! Get your head in the game!" as he pulled out some Battlechips, ready to fight. But Gungnir spoke up to him very calmly, as though he'd seen a ghost.
'It's him...'
"What? It's who?" Sieg said, still only half there as he fumbled with chips in his pocket. Gungnir took a pause,
'...Militiaman...' as the words carried over the speakers, Sieg froze. That word seemed to echo around him, he could no longer hear the whirlwind coming from the PET speakers nor the sounds of his chips clattering to the ground from his stiffened hand. Militaman? Here? Did that mean... Siegs eyes had faded completely, leaving only shallow pits of fog in their place. Freija, hardly oblivious to the strange reactions of her netop and partner, looked at both and spoke up quickly.
'Militiaman? Whose that? Whats wrong with you two? Guys? Guys?!' but neither of the pair heeded her words, they couldn't, the moment they had set out for was finally upon them. He slowly leaned down to pick up the chips and then looked back at his navi, opening his mouth to speak,
"...Destroy him..." It was Gungnirs turn to change this time. Code and data flew across his eyes. As it faded, it took with it all expression from his face. His expression of shock hardened into one of indifference and solitude, his eyes dulled from their recently obtained expressiveness back into their former cold and distant selves. He took steps forwards that felt to him as though they shook the planet, grabbing Capuchin violently on the shoulder with a vicegrip and throwing her to the side out of his way as though she were a doll. Freija gasped and ran at Capuchin, trying to catch her as she landed, and yelling at Gungnir.
'Gun! Whats wrong with you!? What are you doing?!'But he paid her no attention as he walked, his left hand extended with data flowing around it and into his palm, forming his vulge. Militiaman, whose attention had been on the tornado, turned his head quickly towards Gungnir, and then back at the tornado, only to double take at him and stand up a little from his crouched defense, relaxing his stance as he saw the navi approaching him.
'. . .Gungnir? Is that. . .is that you?' he asked in disbelief, lowering his gun. For a moment, both of them stood there in the midst of the chaos, the violent winds kicking up both of their outfits, Gungnirs scarf and Militiamans coat both thrashing beside them wildly. Neither could be read, ones face was covered, the others was a white slab. But Gungnir was the first to give any kind of expression, for through his actions, he made his intent quite clear. He dove at Militiaman, sword raised, and brought it down powerfully upon him. Militaman was shocked, but far from incapable, a large beam bayonet forming from the base of his cannon and extending the length. He raised it up at the last second, letting the twin blades clash harshly.
'What are you doing!? Stop this!' he shouted, swinging the blade out and pushing Gungnir back away from him. Gungnir landed on his feet, coiled at the ground and stared up at him with his expressionless glare. Gungnir just pulled his sword back up and drove the tip at him again. Militiaman parried the blade with a sideswing, knocking the sword upwards and besides him as Gungnir toppled past him. He found his footing again and held his blade pointed at Militamans throat. Militiaman shouted at him, lifting up his arm cannon and arming it as he pointed it straight at Gungnir.
What is the meaning of this! Why are you attacking me? There is a far more pressing villain in our midst!'
'Then you admit to being a villain, you are the sole cause of Master Siegs distress, and destroying you will bring about his happiness once more'
'What?! Me? I've never taken an action against you or the boy!' With this, Sieg could no longer keep quiet, and exploded in rage.
"It's your fault! It's your damned existance that keeps taking dad away from me! It's you and the memories you hold for him that takes him back from me and mom, and if you're gone-if you're gone..." he screamed at him, tears welling in his eyes as he looked away for a moment, then turning quickly to glare at him again as he held up battlechips, "Then Dad comes back!!!" He slotted in two chips as Gungnir kept his blade pointed at Militiaman, whose gun had fallen slightly slack at the words of the pair.
Gungnir felt the data swirl through his body and amalgamate on his hands, one of them turning into a light blue mist and the other having a small bomb form in it's palm. His sword lowered as he pulled his right hand back and lobbed the grenade at Militiaman. The bomb whistled through the air as four plungers extended out from it, one depressing as it landed at Militiamans feet. His head jerked as he was blotted from Gungnirs view by a cloud of debris and dust kicked up from three immense explosions. Militiaman was not one to stay still in a fight tho, and quickly burst out from the cloud of smoke, his gun still drawn at Gungnirs face, yet he had not fired once. Gungnir kept his eyes on his quarry at all times, following Militiamans movements to the best of his abilities. He jerked his left arm, throwing his sword into the ground and letting the mist congeal around his fist. He pulled back the punch and let it fly, an enormous effigy of his fist flying at Militiaman and exploding in a blast of steam.
As the steam cleared, Militiaman was standing there, staring down Gungnir, but with his cannon at his side. Gungnir shivered slightly at his sight, he knew what he was doing, but it just didn't ever sound smart. His opponent was a military navi with eons of training in warzones, and he was a navi who had barely been in the world more than a year. The wind had strewn the debris and dust from his attacks all over the field, slightly obscuring the combatants from one another.
'I don't want to do this you know. . .' he said as he kept his gaze on the navi, 'Please, listen to reason!' Sieg just glared at him and slammed another chip into the PET. Gungnir quickly recognized the chip and raised his blades, slamming them into the ground as the light blue charge shot clean through it into the ground and shot towards Militaman.
'THERES NOTHING TO SAY!' Gungnir shouted as spires of ice shot up from the ground Militiaman was standing on.
ACTIONS
<(Freija)>
1. Dodge
<(Gungnir)>
1. Energybomb, Militiaman 3x40dmg
2. Mistconv, Militiaman 100dmg
3. Icewave1, Militiaman 80dmg
4. Dodge
5. Dodge
6. Dodge
'What in the world is that!?' he shouted out, reeling back a bit to cover his face. Freija let out a yelp as the tornado appeared, taking a step back as well. Gungnir looked around the battlefield, maybe for a defensive position, maybe for a source. He saw Capuchin in front of him a small distance, but, what was that? His eyes were squinted as he tried to look through the winds, seeing a figure beyond capuchin.
'What in the...' he said as he walked towards it slightly, moving towards Capuchin as Freija fought to maintain her stance in the face of the gale, 'Who is-?!' His eyes shot open as he looked ahead, the dirt and debris suddenly becoming nothing to him. His stance straightened and he could only look ahead with a slightly dumbfounded look on his face. Sieg was trying to make heads or tails of everything that was going on in the battlefield as he saw this strange behaviour from his navi. He called down to him, "Gungnir? Whats going on! Get your head in the game!" as he pulled out some Battlechips, ready to fight. But Gungnir spoke up to him very calmly, as though he'd seen a ghost.
'It's him...'
"What? It's who?" Sieg said, still only half there as he fumbled with chips in his pocket. Gungnir took a pause,
'...Militiaman...' as the words carried over the speakers, Sieg froze. That word seemed to echo around him, he could no longer hear the whirlwind coming from the PET speakers nor the sounds of his chips clattering to the ground from his stiffened hand. Militaman? Here? Did that mean... Siegs eyes had faded completely, leaving only shallow pits of fog in their place. Freija, hardly oblivious to the strange reactions of her netop and partner, looked at both and spoke up quickly.
'Militiaman? Whose that? Whats wrong with you two? Guys? Guys?!' but neither of the pair heeded her words, they couldn't, the moment they had set out for was finally upon them. He slowly leaned down to pick up the chips and then looked back at his navi, opening his mouth to speak,
"...Destroy him..." It was Gungnirs turn to change this time. Code and data flew across his eyes. As it faded, it took with it all expression from his face. His expression of shock hardened into one of indifference and solitude, his eyes dulled from their recently obtained expressiveness back into their former cold and distant selves. He took steps forwards that felt to him as though they shook the planet, grabbing Capuchin violently on the shoulder with a vicegrip and throwing her to the side out of his way as though she were a doll. Freija gasped and ran at Capuchin, trying to catch her as she landed, and yelling at Gungnir.
'Gun! Whats wrong with you!? What are you doing?!'But he paid her no attention as he walked, his left hand extended with data flowing around it and into his palm, forming his vulge. Militiaman, whose attention had been on the tornado, turned his head quickly towards Gungnir, and then back at the tornado, only to double take at him and stand up a little from his crouched defense, relaxing his stance as he saw the navi approaching him.
'. . .Gungnir? Is that. . .is that you?' he asked in disbelief, lowering his gun. For a moment, both of them stood there in the midst of the chaos, the violent winds kicking up both of their outfits, Gungnirs scarf and Militiamans coat both thrashing beside them wildly. Neither could be read, ones face was covered, the others was a white slab. But Gungnir was the first to give any kind of expression, for through his actions, he made his intent quite clear. He dove at Militiaman, sword raised, and brought it down powerfully upon him. Militaman was shocked, but far from incapable, a large beam bayonet forming from the base of his cannon and extending the length. He raised it up at the last second, letting the twin blades clash harshly.
'What are you doing!? Stop this!' he shouted, swinging the blade out and pushing Gungnir back away from him. Gungnir landed on his feet, coiled at the ground and stared up at him with his expressionless glare. Gungnir just pulled his sword back up and drove the tip at him again. Militiaman parried the blade with a sideswing, knocking the sword upwards and besides him as Gungnir toppled past him. He found his footing again and held his blade pointed at Militamans throat. Militiaman shouted at him, lifting up his arm cannon and arming it as he pointed it straight at Gungnir.
What is the meaning of this! Why are you attacking me? There is a far more pressing villain in our midst!'
'Then you admit to being a villain, you are the sole cause of Master Siegs distress, and destroying you will bring about his happiness once more'
'What?! Me? I've never taken an action against you or the boy!' With this, Sieg could no longer keep quiet, and exploded in rage.
"It's your fault! It's your damned existance that keeps taking dad away from me! It's you and the memories you hold for him that takes him back from me and mom, and if you're gone-if you're gone..." he screamed at him, tears welling in his eyes as he looked away for a moment, then turning quickly to glare at him again as he held up battlechips, "Then Dad comes back!!!" He slotted in two chips as Gungnir kept his blade pointed at Militiaman, whose gun had fallen slightly slack at the words of the pair.
Gungnir felt the data swirl through his body and amalgamate on his hands, one of them turning into a light blue mist and the other having a small bomb form in it's palm. His sword lowered as he pulled his right hand back and lobbed the grenade at Militiaman. The bomb whistled through the air as four plungers extended out from it, one depressing as it landed at Militiamans feet. His head jerked as he was blotted from Gungnirs view by a cloud of debris and dust kicked up from three immense explosions. Militiaman was not one to stay still in a fight tho, and quickly burst out from the cloud of smoke, his gun still drawn at Gungnirs face, yet he had not fired once. Gungnir kept his eyes on his quarry at all times, following Militiamans movements to the best of his abilities. He jerked his left arm, throwing his sword into the ground and letting the mist congeal around his fist. He pulled back the punch and let it fly, an enormous effigy of his fist flying at Militiaman and exploding in a blast of steam.
As the steam cleared, Militiaman was standing there, staring down Gungnir, but with his cannon at his side. Gungnir shivered slightly at his sight, he knew what he was doing, but it just didn't ever sound smart. His opponent was a military navi with eons of training in warzones, and he was a navi who had barely been in the world more than a year. The wind had strewn the debris and dust from his attacks all over the field, slightly obscuring the combatants from one another.
'I don't want to do this you know. . .' he said as he kept his gaze on the navi, 'Please, listen to reason!' Sieg just glared at him and slammed another chip into the PET. Gungnir quickly recognized the chip and raised his blades, slamming them into the ground as the light blue charge shot clean through it into the ground and shot towards Militaman.
'THERES NOTHING TO SAY!' Gungnir shouted as spires of ice shot up from the ground Militiaman was standing on.
ACTIONS
<(Freija)>
1. Dodge
<(Gungnir)>
1. Energybomb, Militiaman 3x40dmg
2. Mistconv, Militiaman 100dmg
3. Icewave1, Militiaman 80dmg
4. Dodge
5. Dodge
6. Dodge
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Capuchin opened her stance as she looked at the tornado. She slightly backed up to gain some distance from it as she prepared. Her golden eye gave off a glow as she peered at the winding tornado. She could make out the figure of a navi in the center. "Who the heck is that?" She asked herself. "Is that guy the cause of it?"
"S-seems that way..." Aida stuttered a bit, "Though it will be difficult to get c-close and attack. You'll have to do it from a far d-distance not to be sucked i-in."
"Nice thinking." Capuchin turned her head towards her teammates. "Look, I could use one of you help and we should probably...?!" She quickly felt Gungir's grip on her shoulder but before she could even react, he flung her to the side. Her sight as she soared through the air was his expression of rage. Thinking quickly, Capuchin did a somersault in the air and landed in Freija's arms like a cheerleader. "Thanks for the catch." Capuchin cheeped at her teammate and began to restand. "Just don't think we are goanna root for some navi soccer team." The sound of Gungir's voice made her turn back to him giving a growl. "RRRGH! You jerk! Honestly...dealing with me like that!!!"
"C-Capuchin..." Aida called out, "C-Can't you s-see his face..."
The sight of Gungir only revealed a determination and fury as he lashed out at Militman. "Rrrgh...damn that moron!" She huffed then turned back to her opponent. "We can't leave that guy unattended though." Her right hand opened up, summoning her staff. "Freija, if you want, you can attend to Gungir. I'm goanna take care of this guy."
"B-before y-you use the staff, I-I'll send you a ch-chip to k-keep him occup-p-pied. W-we may w-want to use something o-other than a minibomb though. I-it may f-fly out..." Aida rummaged through the chips and slotted in one of her choosing. "U-use the two heatshots first."
Capuchin's left hand's form quickly deteriorated from just a hand and remade her data into a cannon. Her left foot extended out as she planted her right leg back. The grip would help keep her balance. Aiming ever so carefully, she fired both shots in the center, hoping both shots would collide with the target. Shaking her left arm, the data scattered from the cannon form and readjusted into a hand. She wiggled her fingers a bit making sure everything was working properly then let it grasp the pole. "Time to get started." She said quietly to herself as she readjusted her stance and gripped the end of the staff. Then with one mind command, the staff extended, heading straight towards the navi in the center. "If this works, I can totally poke this guy out." She gave a grin in determination.
Summary:
1.heatshot (40) ??? center
2.dodge
3.heatshot (40) ??? center
4.dodge
5.sig attack, pole strike (80) ??? center
"S-seems that way..." Aida stuttered a bit, "Though it will be difficult to get c-close and attack. You'll have to do it from a far d-distance not to be sucked i-in."
"Nice thinking." Capuchin turned her head towards her teammates. "Look, I could use one of you help and we should probably...?!" She quickly felt Gungir's grip on her shoulder but before she could even react, he flung her to the side. Her sight as she soared through the air was his expression of rage. Thinking quickly, Capuchin did a somersault in the air and landed in Freija's arms like a cheerleader. "Thanks for the catch." Capuchin cheeped at her teammate and began to restand. "Just don't think we are goanna root for some navi soccer team." The sound of Gungir's voice made her turn back to him giving a growl. "RRRGH! You jerk! Honestly...dealing with me like that!!!"
"C-Capuchin..." Aida called out, "C-Can't you s-see his face..."
The sight of Gungir only revealed a determination and fury as he lashed out at Militman. "Rrrgh...damn that moron!" She huffed then turned back to her opponent. "We can't leave that guy unattended though." Her right hand opened up, summoning her staff. "Freija, if you want, you can attend to Gungir. I'm goanna take care of this guy."
"B-before y-you use the staff, I-I'll send you a ch-chip to k-keep him occup-p-pied. W-we may w-want to use something o-other than a minibomb though. I-it may f-fly out..." Aida rummaged through the chips and slotted in one of her choosing. "U-use the two heatshots first."
Capuchin's left hand's form quickly deteriorated from just a hand and remade her data into a cannon. Her left foot extended out as she planted her right leg back. The grip would help keep her balance. Aiming ever so carefully, she fired both shots in the center, hoping both shots would collide with the target. Shaking her left arm, the data scattered from the cannon form and readjusted into a hand. She wiggled her fingers a bit making sure everything was working properly then let it grasp the pole. "Time to get started." She said quietly to herself as she readjusted her stance and gripped the end of the staff. Then with one mind command, the staff extended, heading straight towards the navi in the center. "If this works, I can totally poke this guy out." She gave a grin in determination.
Summary:
1.heatshot (40) ??? center
2.dodge
3.heatshot (40) ??? center
4.dodge
5.sig attack, pole strike (80) ??? center
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((Tell me if I botched any HP totals))
Gungnir and Miltiaman bicker for a bit, and Miltia dodges the Energybomb, only to be caught by the giant, searing mist-fist that Gungnir punches him with. (100) The force of the punch sends Miltiaman flying into an involuntary backflip... which causes him to dodge the Icewave by sheer coincidence.
Capuchin is pushed aside by the extremely rude Gungnir, and caught by Freija. She fires two Heatshots at the navi inside the tornado- but they're snuffed out in midair. Her staff is simply *pushed* aside by the winds as if it were made out of plastic, and the sheer force of the push spins Capuchin, staff and all, around fast enough that she ends up knocking Gungnir (Who wasn't expecting *that* one) over with the now-oversized staff.
At this, the tornado suddenly dissipates, revealing a face that Capuchin knows very, very well. She finds herself instinctively clutching her stomach with one hand when she gets a look at him.
Drakkas.
Miltiaman fires off a M-Cannon at the black-clad navi, but he knocks the shot aside with a hand. The two powerful navis simply sit there and stare at each other for a brief moment...
...then Drakkas takes up the initiative and attacks, rushing forward and cutting a wide arc with his scythe. Miltiaman takes a half-step backward, coolly dodging the blow. He then takes a shot at Drakkas while he's vulnerable, and the shot connects, knocking Drakkas back. (50) Drakkas lunges forward, spinning his scythe, but Gungnir is too focused on Miltiaman to dodge. (40)
The scythe-wielding navi makes to repeat the maneuver, but is interrupted by a sudden burst of Vulcan fire from Miltiaman. (10x7)The Netpolice navi says nothing this time, but instead keeps firing even as Drakkas charges him and attacks with another wide swing of his scythe. Miltiaman simply teleports out of the way at the last moment- then appears somewhere else and fires a laser at Drakkas. It hits. (50) Drakkas spins to face his attacker, only to be shot in the side by Miltiaman, attacking from *another* position. (50)
Drakkas growls, and stops for a moment... then suddenly lashes out in a random direction, sending a ghostly, wind-like image of his scythe's blade at nowhere.
...At least, that's what you'd think. Miltiaman pops into existence at the spot just in time to get hit by the Wind Scythe, causing his third shot to go wild, missing entirely. (80) Miltiaman disappears again at this, and shoots Drakkas from- somewhere. (50)
The combat stops suddenly, and all goes quiet for a few tense moments...
Miltiaman: 1820
Drakkas: 2730
Gungnir: 100
Freija: 32
Capuchin: 51
Gungnir and Miltiaman bicker for a bit, and Miltia dodges the Energybomb, only to be caught by the giant, searing mist-fist that Gungnir punches him with. (100) The force of the punch sends Miltiaman flying into an involuntary backflip... which causes him to dodge the Icewave by sheer coincidence.
Capuchin is pushed aside by the extremely rude Gungnir, and caught by Freija. She fires two Heatshots at the navi inside the tornado- but they're snuffed out in midair. Her staff is simply *pushed* aside by the winds as if it were made out of plastic, and the sheer force of the push spins Capuchin, staff and all, around fast enough that she ends up knocking Gungnir (Who wasn't expecting *that* one) over with the now-oversized staff.
At this, the tornado suddenly dissipates, revealing a face that Capuchin knows very, very well. She finds herself instinctively clutching her stomach with one hand when she gets a look at him.
Drakkas.
Miltiaman fires off a M-Cannon at the black-clad navi, but he knocks the shot aside with a hand. The two powerful navis simply sit there and stare at each other for a brief moment...
...then Drakkas takes up the initiative and attacks, rushing forward and cutting a wide arc with his scythe. Miltiaman takes a half-step backward, coolly dodging the blow. He then takes a shot at Drakkas while he's vulnerable, and the shot connects, knocking Drakkas back. (50) Drakkas lunges forward, spinning his scythe, but Gungnir is too focused on Miltiaman to dodge. (40)
The scythe-wielding navi makes to repeat the maneuver, but is interrupted by a sudden burst of Vulcan fire from Miltiaman. (10x7)The Netpolice navi says nothing this time, but instead keeps firing even as Drakkas charges him and attacks with another wide swing of his scythe. Miltiaman simply teleports out of the way at the last moment- then appears somewhere else and fires a laser at Drakkas. It hits. (50) Drakkas spins to face his attacker, only to be shot in the side by Miltiaman, attacking from *another* position. (50)
Drakkas growls, and stops for a moment... then suddenly lashes out in a random direction, sending a ghostly, wind-like image of his scythe's blade at nowhere.
...At least, that's what you'd think. Miltiaman pops into existence at the spot just in time to get hit by the Wind Scythe, causing his third shot to go wild, missing entirely. (80) Miltiaman disappears again at this, and shoots Drakkas from- somewhere. (50)
The combat stops suddenly, and all goes quiet for a few tense moments...
Miltiaman: 1820
Drakkas: 2730
Gungnir: 100
Freija: 32
Capuchin: 51
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Gungnir stood up from being knocked over by the staff, his unfaltering gaze locked on Militiaman despite being knocked down by a stick. Siegs fierce stare was locked on the military navi as well, staring him down with raw hatred in his eyes. The pairs glare would seem to burn through a lesser opponent, but Militiaman just stood there, his naturally unexpressive face giving them nothing more than he normally would. Only Gungnir, being in the heat of the match, paid any attention to the changes in the field, most notably the addition of another opponent. Both he and Militiaman treated the new opponent as a threat, but reacted in a similar way. Gungnir noticed that Militiaman was focusing on this opponent, was he his quarry here?
'Watch it!' Freija shouted as Gungnir was thinking. His head whipped around just in time to watch a large red scythe pass through his stomach. His world seemed to shake for a moment, as though he had been half awoken, and his eyes went wider. He slid back on his feet, clutching at the open wound and cringing as Sieg watched Militiaman and the new navi duke it out. But he wasn't ready at all to let this opposing navi steal the opportunity he had been presented. As Gungnir reeled in pain, Sieg ignored it and pulled out new battlechips, watching as Militiaman and the opponent had a lull in their fighting.
"Gungnir, get up and fight him!" as he shouted this command, Gungnirs eyes had another bolt of lighting go through them and his expression began hardening once more. As Freija ran up to his side and placed her hands around his shoulders, he began standing up, ignoring the gaping wound in his stomach. 'Gun, you're hurt! Please, heal yourself!' she implored him as he looked down at her with his expressionless face. She gasped, he had never looked at her with such unfeeling eyes, and she took a step back.
'Freija,' he said in a pseudo-monotone, 'Draw your weapons and perform your function, I need support in this battle. Constantly place the barriers on me and stay out of the fight.' as he spoke, he turned and looked at Militiaman again. Freija looked up at him with a pained expression, holding one of her arms as though he had punched her, and said, 'Um...sure...' as she released herself and drew out her swords from data. Gungnir had now turned to face Militiaman again as he and the enemy had lulled in their combat. Militiaman turned his head to face the gray navi and said to him,
'Do you now see the folly in fighting here? This is an enemy far beyond you, maybe even beyond myself, but needless to say, the last thing I need is another enemy on this battlefield,' As he spoke, Gungnirs face did not fade from his expressionless rage, and he felt Sieg slot in another chip. The data swirled about inside of him as he looked at his right fist, watching it become encrusted in a steely shell. As he figured out what it was, he began allowing the flowing winds of ice and frost to swirl around his vulge, flecking on and forming a glacial sheath.
'You should have thought of that when you took Master Siegs father,' he said as he pulled back his blades and rushed at Militiaman, not with a yell, not with a glare, just with his emotionless, duty-driven expression. He lifted up the blades and drove them downwards at Militiaman, huge icicles shooting up from the ground where he was and blocking Militiaman from his sight. He slid on his feet behind him and clenched his fist, flinging it out in a back fist to lob the grey data that was on it above Militiaman's glacier. The data amalgamated and formed into an enormous powie weight that came crashing down on the glacier and shattered it to a million pieces. As the weight dissipated and the shards of ice clattered down, Gungnir could still see Militiaman standing there, just looking straight at him. If his attack did anything, it wasn't much.
'What has happened to you, why would you attack me of all people?' Militiaman asked Gungnir as he stood there. Gungnir stood straight up again, looking back at him with unfeeling eyes, 'I have been waiting for this for years, what possible reason would I have to stay my hand?' Militiaman let out a sigh, his shoulders heaving a bit, 'Most people have trouble bringing harm upon the one from whom they were created' Gungnirs eyes widened, once again, his world seemed to shake for a brief moment, but before he could ask anything of anyone, Sieg had already begun to slot in a new chip, his anger clouding his judgment. As Gungnir felt the data inside of him, it began creeping about, growing in him, the Hicannon was having the same effect as the heatshot. 'Graaahh! What's, what's happen-AUGH!!' he screamed out as his arm exploded in growth, turning a dark green and growing an enormous deformed gun barrel from its palm. His twisted fingers cracked and snapped around the gun as he gripped his arm tightly.
Freija, who had been listening in shock and awe, saw that this was happening to Gungnir again and once again ran to his side. 'Oh my god, calm down! Don't worry, just use it and, and it'll go away!' But as she spoke to him, Militiaman walked closer to him, one hand slightly outstretched. 'You see? Your data is resonating with mine when you use a gun, trying to go back to it's original coding, but unable to because of the things that Sieg did to you. . .you know what I'm saying is true. . .' But as he spoke, Sieg glared at him through his rage filled eyes and shouted, "Continue Running Executable 1!" And as Gungnir heard these words, he seemed to fall back into his trance, and jerked upwards; pushing Freija back a bit as he swung the enormous deformed cannon at Militiaman and let the pulse of energy roar from the barrel. Militiaman threw his hands up and was blocked from view by the light and following dust, but as he came back into view, he watched the deformed data fleck off of Gungnirs arm.
'What IS this? Gun?' but Gungnir just ignored her as he stood back up again and pulled up his blades, ready to keep on going. 'Wha-Sieg!' she shouted at him, 'What have you done to him! What's going on with Gun?' Sieg just glared, pulling up another chip from his folder.
"I edited his personality. Originally, I needed him for this, I needed him to be a ruthless fighter so he could destroy Militiaman when the time came," Freija gasped, she stood up and looked at him, "This was his whole purpose, sure I let him grow eventually, I mean, there was little I could do to stop it, but I saved this program, I saved his old personality so that it would overwrite when he needed it the most," He slotted in the chip and watched as Gungnirs right hand exploded in flame, begetting a dive and flaming strike at Militiaman.
Freija could only watch as he went on obeying Siegs orders. She shook her head and gritted her teeth, pulling her swords up besides her, and crossing the blades, activating her sig. She began summoning her two valkyries, but to Siegs surprise, one descended in front of Gungnir, and the other in front of Militiaman?!
"Wha-what are you doing!?" he screamed out in anger.
'Sieg, you can't...it's just not right...'
"...I don't care..."
ACTIONS
<(Gungnir)>
1. Nifelheim, Militiaman 2x45dmg <(FREEZING)>
2. Quake1, Militiaman <(2x)> 100dmg <(BREAK)>
3. Hicannon, Militiaman 80dmg
4. Firehit1, Militiaman 60dmg
5. Dodge
6. Dodge
<(Freija)>
1. Valkyrain, Gungnir/Militiaman 1hit barrier
'Watch it!' Freija shouted as Gungnir was thinking. His head whipped around just in time to watch a large red scythe pass through his stomach. His world seemed to shake for a moment, as though he had been half awoken, and his eyes went wider. He slid back on his feet, clutching at the open wound and cringing as Sieg watched Militiaman and the new navi duke it out. But he wasn't ready at all to let this opposing navi steal the opportunity he had been presented. As Gungnir reeled in pain, Sieg ignored it and pulled out new battlechips, watching as Militiaman and the opponent had a lull in their fighting.
"Gungnir, get up and fight him!" as he shouted this command, Gungnirs eyes had another bolt of lighting go through them and his expression began hardening once more. As Freija ran up to his side and placed her hands around his shoulders, he began standing up, ignoring the gaping wound in his stomach. 'Gun, you're hurt! Please, heal yourself!' she implored him as he looked down at her with his expressionless face. She gasped, he had never looked at her with such unfeeling eyes, and she took a step back.
'Freija,' he said in a pseudo-monotone, 'Draw your weapons and perform your function, I need support in this battle. Constantly place the barriers on me and stay out of the fight.' as he spoke, he turned and looked at Militiaman again. Freija looked up at him with a pained expression, holding one of her arms as though he had punched her, and said, 'Um...sure...' as she released herself and drew out her swords from data. Gungnir had now turned to face Militiaman again as he and the enemy had lulled in their combat. Militiaman turned his head to face the gray navi and said to him,
'Do you now see the folly in fighting here? This is an enemy far beyond you, maybe even beyond myself, but needless to say, the last thing I need is another enemy on this battlefield,' As he spoke, Gungnirs face did not fade from his expressionless rage, and he felt Sieg slot in another chip. The data swirled about inside of him as he looked at his right fist, watching it become encrusted in a steely shell. As he figured out what it was, he began allowing the flowing winds of ice and frost to swirl around his vulge, flecking on and forming a glacial sheath.
'You should have thought of that when you took Master Siegs father,' he said as he pulled back his blades and rushed at Militiaman, not with a yell, not with a glare, just with his emotionless, duty-driven expression. He lifted up the blades and drove them downwards at Militiaman, huge icicles shooting up from the ground where he was and blocking Militiaman from his sight. He slid on his feet behind him and clenched his fist, flinging it out in a back fist to lob the grey data that was on it above Militiaman's glacier. The data amalgamated and formed into an enormous powie weight that came crashing down on the glacier and shattered it to a million pieces. As the weight dissipated and the shards of ice clattered down, Gungnir could still see Militiaman standing there, just looking straight at him. If his attack did anything, it wasn't much.
'What has happened to you, why would you attack me of all people?' Militiaman asked Gungnir as he stood there. Gungnir stood straight up again, looking back at him with unfeeling eyes, 'I have been waiting for this for years, what possible reason would I have to stay my hand?' Militiaman let out a sigh, his shoulders heaving a bit, 'Most people have trouble bringing harm upon the one from whom they were created' Gungnirs eyes widened, once again, his world seemed to shake for a brief moment, but before he could ask anything of anyone, Sieg had already begun to slot in a new chip, his anger clouding his judgment. As Gungnir felt the data inside of him, it began creeping about, growing in him, the Hicannon was having the same effect as the heatshot. 'Graaahh! What's, what's happen-AUGH!!' he screamed out as his arm exploded in growth, turning a dark green and growing an enormous deformed gun barrel from its palm. His twisted fingers cracked and snapped around the gun as he gripped his arm tightly.
Freija, who had been listening in shock and awe, saw that this was happening to Gungnir again and once again ran to his side. 'Oh my god, calm down! Don't worry, just use it and, and it'll go away!' But as she spoke to him, Militiaman walked closer to him, one hand slightly outstretched. 'You see? Your data is resonating with mine when you use a gun, trying to go back to it's original coding, but unable to because of the things that Sieg did to you. . .you know what I'm saying is true. . .' But as he spoke, Sieg glared at him through his rage filled eyes and shouted, "Continue Running Executable 1!" And as Gungnir heard these words, he seemed to fall back into his trance, and jerked upwards; pushing Freija back a bit as he swung the enormous deformed cannon at Militiaman and let the pulse of energy roar from the barrel. Militiaman threw his hands up and was blocked from view by the light and following dust, but as he came back into view, he watched the deformed data fleck off of Gungnirs arm.
'What IS this? Gun?' but Gungnir just ignored her as he stood back up again and pulled up his blades, ready to keep on going. 'Wha-Sieg!' she shouted at him, 'What have you done to him! What's going on with Gun?' Sieg just glared, pulling up another chip from his folder.
"I edited his personality. Originally, I needed him for this, I needed him to be a ruthless fighter so he could destroy Militiaman when the time came," Freija gasped, she stood up and looked at him, "This was his whole purpose, sure I let him grow eventually, I mean, there was little I could do to stop it, but I saved this program, I saved his old personality so that it would overwrite when he needed it the most," He slotted in the chip and watched as Gungnirs right hand exploded in flame, begetting a dive and flaming strike at Militiaman.
Freija could only watch as he went on obeying Siegs orders. She shook her head and gritted her teeth, pulling her swords up besides her, and crossing the blades, activating her sig. She began summoning her two valkyries, but to Siegs surprise, one descended in front of Gungnir, and the other in front of Militiaman?!
"Wha-what are you doing!?" he screamed out in anger.
'Sieg, you can't...it's just not right...'
"...I don't care..."
ACTIONS
<(Gungnir)>
1. Nifelheim, Militiaman 2x45dmg <(FREEZING)>
2. Quake1, Militiaman <(2x)> 100dmg <(BREAK)>
3. Hicannon, Militiaman 80dmg
4. Firehit1, Militiaman 60dmg
5. Dodge
6. Dodge
<(Freija)>
1. Valkyrain, Gungnir/Militiaman 1hit barrier
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"EEEERGH..." Capuchin groans as she stands back up from her tumble. "Sorry about that Gungir...I say that's payback in a way." Though her body turned towards the Tornado, seeing it die out. And there...standing before her was a navi she had hated. Drakkas had appeared from the tornado.
She clenched her stomach as if him stabbing her was happening again. The memory of that day rewound in her data. He had tore straight through her as if she was nothing. It made her have a bitter taste in her mouth just picturing his face on that day.
"DRAKKAS!!!!" She roared out with her fangs showing. She already was getting into a fighting position. "DAMN YOU!" Her body shook with rage at this and her golden eye glowed from her fury. "You may have beaten me before...but I'm stronger now." The image once again of that day rewound, "You're hand went straight through me as if I was nothing...and it pisses me off!!!! You probably forgotten that day but I haven't!!! I'm gonna KICK YER DATA TILL THERE'S NOTHING LEFT!!!!"
Aida gave a determined nod at this, "I know that this is hard for you...so I'll let you do this...even though it was you who was stabbed...he injured me as well...we work as a team. If your hurt, I'm hurt as well! We'll both claim our honor back!!!" With that she slotted in an energybomb
"Let's take him down!" Capuchin shouted as she eyed some rubble not to far away. She gave Drakkas an infuriated look as she chucked the energybomb at him. "EAT THIS!" And then dashed towards the rubble in a zig zag patter. Her body was croutched low to the ground at this able to bounce away at any given moment.
"One more!" Aida shouted as she slotted in a shotgun.
"As Capuchin neared the area, her right hand quickly began to deteriorate and reform as a gun. Stretching her arm outwar towards drakkas, she fired the shot then did a tuck roll behind the rubble.
Aida slotted in a guard chip as their last choice and waited for the outcome. While Capuchin lay on all fous giving a growl. She was prepared to defend herself against him at any cost. She refused to be defeated the same way again.
Summary:
1.energybomb (40x3) drakkas
2.dodge
3.shotgun (50) drakkas
4. guard
5. dodge
She clenched her stomach as if him stabbing her was happening again. The memory of that day rewound in her data. He had tore straight through her as if she was nothing. It made her have a bitter taste in her mouth just picturing his face on that day.
"DRAKKAS!!!!" She roared out with her fangs showing. She already was getting into a fighting position. "DAMN YOU!" Her body shook with rage at this and her golden eye glowed from her fury. "You may have beaten me before...but I'm stronger now." The image once again of that day rewound, "You're hand went straight through me as if I was nothing...and it pisses me off!!!! You probably forgotten that day but I haven't!!! I'm gonna KICK YER DATA TILL THERE'S NOTHING LEFT!!!!"
Aida gave a determined nod at this, "I know that this is hard for you...so I'll let you do this...even though it was you who was stabbed...he injured me as well...we work as a team. If your hurt, I'm hurt as well! We'll both claim our honor back!!!" With that she slotted in an energybomb
"Let's take him down!" Capuchin shouted as she eyed some rubble not to far away. She gave Drakkas an infuriated look as she chucked the energybomb at him. "EAT THIS!" And then dashed towards the rubble in a zig zag patter. Her body was croutched low to the ground at this able to bounce away at any given moment.
"One more!" Aida shouted as she slotted in a shotgun.
"As Capuchin neared the area, her right hand quickly began to deteriorate and reform as a gun. Stretching her arm outwar towards drakkas, she fired the shot then did a tuck roll behind the rubble.
Aida slotted in a guard chip as their last choice and waited for the outcome. While Capuchin lay on all fous giving a growl. She was prepared to defend herself against him at any cost. She refused to be defeated the same way again.
Summary:
1.energybomb (40x3) drakkas
2.dodge
3.shotgun (50) drakkas
4. guard
5. dodge
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"Hoh?" Drakkas spoke for the first time this battle, looking at Capuchin. "That's quite interestin-" He was cut off suddenly by the Energybomb she hurled at him, which blew up in his face. (40x3)
Drakkas let out a low growl at this, and glared after Capuchin as she hid behind the rubble. He eyed the rubble curiously, sizing it up, then let out a low chuckle and held out a hand.
The rubble suddenly burst inward towards Capuchin, who barely managed to avoid being buried in the stuff. She rolled on the balls of her feet and got up to face Drakkas-
Only to have her Guard broken straight through by a single punch, aimed at her abdomen.
Capuchin made to dodge the blow, but Drakkas' clawed hand pierced into her stomach... in the exact same place as seven years ago. (40)
Drakkas grinned, a low, sadistic thing, and moved to whisper in Capuchin's ear. "You're not the only one who's gotten stronger, girl... but unlike you, I have not forgotten my place." Drakkas twisted his hand inside the now-bleeding wound in Capuchin's stomach, grabbed something that felt entirely-too-vital, and squeezed. (40)
Then he was interrupted by a salvo of gunfire aimed at his back; Miltiaman. Drakkas let out an annoyed growl and simply *tossed* Capuchin at the rubble she had cowered behind moments earlier, then turned to face Miltiaman.
--Meanwhile...--
Miltiaman was frozen solid by Gungnir's Nifelheim attack, (2x45) and was then freed (painfully) moments later by the Quake1 chip. (2x100) Miltiaman managed to duck under the Hicannon, and dodged the hastily-aimed Firehit punch before the barriers came up.
"So this is how it is, is it? I'm tired of your whining." Miltiaman held up his gun and fired off a single, bright-blue shot at Gungnir, which pierced straight through the Valkyrie in front of him and knocked him back a few steps. (50) "Your friend there is about to die. Get your head back in the battle."
At this, Miltiaman turned to face Drakkas (And by extension, Capuchin), and leveled his gun with the armored navi, firing off a salvo of vulcan shots. Each and every one hit. (10x5)
--Now--
Miltiaman loaded another cartridge into his gun, and fired off a brilliant, bright-red shot at Drakkas, followed by a pair of electrified rings-- one hits. (120) (60)
Miltia loaded his gun with another set of chips, and leveled it at Drakkas once more before firing off a single Markcannon shot. (100)
Miltiaman: 1530 (Barrier)
Drakkas: 2280 (Stunned! -1 Action!)
Gungnir: 50
Freija: 32
Capuchin: 1 (Severely weakened! -2 actions!)
Drakkas let out a low growl at this, and glared after Capuchin as she hid behind the rubble. He eyed the rubble curiously, sizing it up, then let out a low chuckle and held out a hand.
The rubble suddenly burst inward towards Capuchin, who barely managed to avoid being buried in the stuff. She rolled on the balls of her feet and got up to face Drakkas-
Only to have her Guard broken straight through by a single punch, aimed at her abdomen.
Capuchin made to dodge the blow, but Drakkas' clawed hand pierced into her stomach... in the exact same place as seven years ago. (40)
Drakkas grinned, a low, sadistic thing, and moved to whisper in Capuchin's ear. "You're not the only one who's gotten stronger, girl... but unlike you, I have not forgotten my place." Drakkas twisted his hand inside the now-bleeding wound in Capuchin's stomach, grabbed something that felt entirely-too-vital, and squeezed. (40)
Then he was interrupted by a salvo of gunfire aimed at his back; Miltiaman. Drakkas let out an annoyed growl and simply *tossed* Capuchin at the rubble she had cowered behind moments earlier, then turned to face Miltiaman.
--Meanwhile...--
Miltiaman was frozen solid by Gungnir's Nifelheim attack, (2x45) and was then freed (painfully) moments later by the Quake1 chip. (2x100) Miltiaman managed to duck under the Hicannon, and dodged the hastily-aimed Firehit punch before the barriers came up.
"So this is how it is, is it? I'm tired of your whining." Miltiaman held up his gun and fired off a single, bright-blue shot at Gungnir, which pierced straight through the Valkyrie in front of him and knocked him back a few steps. (50) "Your friend there is about to die. Get your head back in the battle."
At this, Miltiaman turned to face Drakkas (And by extension, Capuchin), and leveled his gun with the armored navi, firing off a salvo of vulcan shots. Each and every one hit. (10x5)
--Now--
Miltiaman loaded another cartridge into his gun, and fired off a brilliant, bright-red shot at Drakkas, followed by a pair of electrified rings-- one hits. (120) (60)
Miltia loaded his gun with another set of chips, and leveled it at Drakkas once more before firing off a single Markcannon shot. (100)
Miltiaman: 1530 (Barrier)
Drakkas: 2280 (Stunned! -1 Action!)
Gungnir: 50
Freija: 32
Capuchin: 1 (Severely weakened! -2 actions!)
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Capuchin quickly saw how powerful Drakkas was once more. The quick strikes he attempted to do seemed almost unfathomable again. She barley dodged one of his strikes...yet failed at his next attack. His hand once more went straight through her. It was as if the past had returned and she was in an ever looping memory. Pain rushed over her and she gave out a cry.
"GAAAAAAAARRRRGH" Was all she could say as she attempted to break free...yet nothing helped...she suddenly realised she was in close enough range to attack him with another weapon. But before she could tell Aida, she felt the cold grasp of her opponent wriggle inside her body and squeeze a vital part of her data. She was unable to holler, nor move, all she could do was listen to Drakkas' and look at his sadistic face, enjoying her pain. Her eyes were wide from fear and pain, it was to hard to struggle, as well she feared being ripped apart with any movement.
To her luck, Drakkas had other things to worry about and flung her. But as she soared through the air, unable to even do a backflip or land in a pose...her memories of the past rewound once again. Yet these memories weren't of Drakkas, they were of happier times. Though they weren't of the navi who made her, it was of the netop who took her in, the netop she taught to smile and the human who loved her no matter what.
The monkey navi's eyes watered a bit as her vision continued to get blurrier. Her mouth slowly opened as data particles dripped out...and she managed to say... "A...id...a" and then collided with the rubble.
She was slowly fading into darkness, only feeling the pain she had encountered from the grip of Death from her enemy along with the emotion. Her eyes continued to go in and out of focus and her ears could barley hear what was going on.
"....Cap........apu.....CA...IN...CAPUCHIN!" finally the screams of Aida could be heard. Though they sounded fearful and seemed to be holding back sobs.
"H-hey hey..." Capuchin weakly said, "Not so loud. Can't you see I'm injured...dont want me to go deaf as well do ya?"
"CAPUCHIN!!!" Aida immediatley said with a tone of relief to know her teammate was still around, "Can you stand? I'll make sure to get you out."
"Don't bother..." Capuchin said as her eyes could make out the Drakkas and Militman battle. "I can't move...something's wrong...I really can't jack out eitheir."
"D-Don't say that!" Aida said now with a sob coming on, "I will find a way! I WILL!" the sound of a muffled sob could be heard.
"I'm so sorry..." Capuchin said to Aida, "...that...you ended up with a navi like me. I am selfish, a trouble maker, and I think I'm as well not even completed...now I'm broken." She gave a chuckle at the last part. "You deserved better..."
"...no..." Aida managed to say a tear colided with teh PET, "You were the only one, I felt connected to. Y-you were in a way...like me...you seemed to be lonely, you wanted meaning, and you wanted to be loved...I wanted that too. You had the traits I desired and you helped me gain strength." The sound of a shaking PET could be heard, "YOU ARE MY FRIEND!" She sobbed, "EVEN MORE THAN THAT."
Capuchin was unable to turn her head, yet her eyes blurred as tears fell. "D-don't get mushy...your making me cry...I'm sorry Aida...I wan't you to know though..." Capuchin slowly managed to crack a smile between her injured and immobile body, "I was the happiest being your Navi. And if I manage to survive, I will continue to be happy by your side."
Summary:
1. Lay there
2. Lay there
"GAAAAAAAARRRRGH" Was all she could say as she attempted to break free...yet nothing helped...she suddenly realised she was in close enough range to attack him with another weapon. But before she could tell Aida, she felt the cold grasp of her opponent wriggle inside her body and squeeze a vital part of her data. She was unable to holler, nor move, all she could do was listen to Drakkas' and look at his sadistic face, enjoying her pain. Her eyes were wide from fear and pain, it was to hard to struggle, as well she feared being ripped apart with any movement.
To her luck, Drakkas had other things to worry about and flung her. But as she soared through the air, unable to even do a backflip or land in a pose...her memories of the past rewound once again. Yet these memories weren't of Drakkas, they were of happier times. Though they weren't of the navi who made her, it was of the netop who took her in, the netop she taught to smile and the human who loved her no matter what.
The monkey navi's eyes watered a bit as her vision continued to get blurrier. Her mouth slowly opened as data particles dripped out...and she managed to say... "A...id...a" and then collided with the rubble.
She was slowly fading into darkness, only feeling the pain she had encountered from the grip of Death from her enemy along with the emotion. Her eyes continued to go in and out of focus and her ears could barley hear what was going on.
"....Cap........apu.....CA...IN...CAPUCHIN!" finally the screams of Aida could be heard. Though they sounded fearful and seemed to be holding back sobs.
"H-hey hey..." Capuchin weakly said, "Not so loud. Can't you see I'm injured...dont want me to go deaf as well do ya?"
"CAPUCHIN!!!" Aida immediatley said with a tone of relief to know her teammate was still around, "Can you stand? I'll make sure to get you out."
"Don't bother..." Capuchin said as her eyes could make out the Drakkas and Militman battle. "I can't move...something's wrong...I really can't jack out eitheir."
"D-Don't say that!" Aida said now with a sob coming on, "I will find a way! I WILL!" the sound of a muffled sob could be heard.
"I'm so sorry..." Capuchin said to Aida, "...that...you ended up with a navi like me. I am selfish, a trouble maker, and I think I'm as well not even completed...now I'm broken." She gave a chuckle at the last part. "You deserved better..."
"...no..." Aida managed to say a tear colided with teh PET, "You were the only one, I felt connected to. Y-you were in a way...like me...you seemed to be lonely, you wanted meaning, and you wanted to be loved...I wanted that too. You had the traits I desired and you helped me gain strength." The sound of a shaking PET could be heard, "YOU ARE MY FRIEND!" She sobbed, "EVEN MORE THAN THAT."
Capuchin was unable to turn her head, yet her eyes blurred as tears fell. "D-don't get mushy...your making me cry...I'm sorry Aida...I wan't you to know though..." Capuchin slowly managed to crack a smile between her injured and immobile body, "I was the happiest being your Navi. And if I manage to survive, I will continue to be happy by your side."
Summary:
1. Lay there
2. Lay there
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Gungnir's eyes went wide as he was shot in the shoulder. He fell backwards for what felt an eternity as his expressionless eyes gave way to a stare of shock and disbelief, not at his wound. The program that Sieg had locking his mind had shattered, and the entirety of the events that had just transpired throughout this battle came flooding into him, giving him a much needed jolt.
"Tch!" Sieg grunted and dropped the PET as it sparked in his hands from the key program becoming overwritten. He quickly snatched it back up, just in time to see the navi he had been teaming with become covered in rubble as Gungnir laid there on the battlefield. He began shouting down to him, not in a concerned tone, but one of anger. Gungnir was becoming dulled to the speech that was coming from his netop.
'It's all the same from him. The only thing he ever thinks about is himself. He's still going on about fighting Militiaman, still shouting about his father being taken by him,' In his mind, he sighed, 'It's always the same, he never even thought about me, and he's ignoring someone here who actually needs to die, and someone else who doesn't' As he thought to himself, he could still hear Sieg barking commands on the other side of the have he was in, and feel chip data pressing at the entrance of his mind, no doubt for him to get up and keep going. But then he heard a different voice, one far more powerful, more stern, and less whiny; but at the same time, similar.
'Get up,' it said in a tone not quite demanding, but more commanding him, as though this was what he was supposed to do, 'He's not himself, and he has to learn it. It's not from me he'll hear it, it's not from Militiaman, it's from you,' and as he said this, Gungnirs face, confused for a moment, hardened into one with conviction in it. He opened his eyes once more to the truth that was the battlefield around him and slowly reached out, planting his hands and feet and lifting himself and the weight of all that had happened on the stands of conviction. He was now with drive, not a programmed drive, but one he had come with on his own. He looked on with anger at the battle, but only heard Sieg now ordering him again.
"Yeah! Way to get up! Now take these, Icewave, Firehit, Boomerang slot in!" but as he shouted and the chip data descended on Gungnir, Gun made no movement, and did not accept it. Militiaman looked at him, his gun arm fading as he crossed his arms and stood there. The pairs gazes crossed, Gungnir looked at Militiaman, and he at him. Militiaman gave an approving nod, and if he could, might have smiled.
'SHUT YOUR HOLE BOY!' he shouted at Sieg, turning up to look at him and barking in the fiercest tone he could. Sieg jumped a little at the sheer presence in his voice, but bent forwards and shouted back, "Shut up shut up shut up! You haven't got anything to-"
'GodDAMMIT Sieg, he's right! SHUT UP!' Gungnir yelled, looking up at him too; now with the ferocity he had heard in the voice that called him up in his own stare. At this, Sieg finally clammed up, sheer awe from the order he had received from his navi promptly closing his mouth. 'What are you even saying? How has Militiaman had anything to do with your father being away?'
"Wha-whaddya mean!? That's dad's navi, without him, he'll-"
'He'll WHAT? Come back? Come and be the father to you that you always needed? Play catch and go fishing and all that other father-son lovey crap?! You really believe that?!' he shouted at him, glaring up at his netop from the pet. Sieg was shocked, his throat felt like it had a lump in it the size of his fist, born from rage, confusion, amazement, and sadness. 'Your dad is not gonna stop whatever it is he's doing just because you defeat his navi, he'll just come back with another, or redo him, or whatever, and keep on going cause that's what he does! And you've just been playing the part of the tail-chasing, whimpering little BITCH!' Sieg was still feeling all the emotions he had a moment ago, but now, anger was winning out.
"WHAT!? I have to beat him! I have to get him to come back!" He exploded at Gungnir, his hands shaking in rage, almost threatening to break the PET in half. "I want him to pay for not being there, and make it up to me and mom, and I want...I want..."
'Revenge,' said Militiaman curtly, 'Revenge. . .is hardly a goal worth pursuing.' As Militiaman said this, Gun and Sieg both turned to him, their expressions slightly calmed, as though he was mesmerizing them. 'Revenge is what kept your father from you most of your childhood, and it was only by realizing the futility of that endeavor that he did come back into your life at all. He's now doing what he thinks is the right course of action to keep your life the best it can be, whether your idiotic brain can see far enough into his actions to realize it or not!' Sieg was stunned, and for the first time, really looked down at the battlefield in front of him. He was how torn up Gungnir was, he saw the dark armor clad navi laughing and standing in front of his prey, and he saw the navi he had just been teaming with slowly being crushed by rubble.
'You see it yet!? You damned pigheadedness has not only caused me to lose my mind and assault the person we should be fighting WITH rather than against, but left our partner against an enemy that far outclasses her, you've almost caused her to die!' Gungnir was being a bit overdramatic in his statements, but he made an impression on Sieg, whose eyes began to well up. He sniffled, and wiped his eyes a little.
"I...I'm-" And yet again, he was cut off, this time by Militiaman.
'So help me god I will come out there and kick your ass myself if you start to get all sobby on me now!' he shouted at him, pointing a finger in a paternal fashion as he said it, 'Now more than ever is your real chance to be a man, and I'll be damned if you're not gonna take it!' Sieg was still sniffling a little bit, but he wiped his eyes off on his sleeve and nodded his head. He could still feel his anger there for this navi, but he saw the truth in what he said. His actions now had only served to hurt everyone around that he cared about or was working with.
"O..okay..." he said through red eyes, "You're right, there's a time for what I have between you and us, but for now, lets take care of the matter at hand!" Gungnirs expression of anger had melted from his face, and he was smiling up at him again, saying nothing but nodding gently.
'Good man,' Militiaman said to him, swinging out his arm to summon the massive kreigun on it again as he placed it on his shoulder, 'Now, you try and see to your friend over there, I'm gonna take Drakkas' And as he spoke, he bound off into the fight again. Gungnir had only nodded as he turned to Freija, who had been sitting quietly and listening, having very little do to with the whole spat.
'So now we can get on with doing the right thing?' she asked up to Sieg with almost a childish innocence. He just smiled down and nodded as Gungnir reached out and accepted the chip data sent down to him. Sieg took a breath in and out and shouted, "Okay, go help Capuchin and take down Drakkas!" Gungnir nodded as his body exploded in colors, like the paints on a palette. Red and blue washing over either gauntlet as his vulge was covered in a green light. Freija put away her swords and ran to Capuchin as quickly as she could, and began to move rubble and debris off of her, trying to help her up. Gungnir followed suit rapidly, but each step he took seemed to take some of the ground up with it, slowly creeping up his boots and over his body in a plated stone armor. He came to rest as Freija managed to get Capuchin uncovered, and was working on helping her out of the heap. He could only look down at her for a moment with apologetic eyes, as Sieg looked on and softly said, "I'm sorry" Gungnir turned on his heels, planting himself firmly between Capuchin and the fight that was going on as he crossed his arms with the vulge in the left. The three colors began swirling over one another and mingling on the blades of his vulge as though they were watercolors on a canvas. He held the iridescent sword over his head and shouted, throwing it forwards with tumultuous force. The various colors were thrown off of it like a bleeding pinwheel as it shrieked through the air with a buzz saws noise. The blades were bearing down on Drakkas with a berserkers speed, and about the same grace. As the blades slammed into the ground near him, the colors shot off in blasts of their respective element, lobbing small waves of fire, ice, and stakes at him in a row. As the lightshow ended, Gungnir jerked on the Gleipnir, pulling the blades back to his stone-fist.
As he held the swords in his hand, Sieg was looking through his remaining chips, trying desperately to find something that he could use to help Capuchin, but only coming up with one thing. "I'm sorry there's not more I can do right now; Freija, put your focus into protecting Capuchin for now, okay?" Freija just nodded as he slotted in the chip, and both of them watched a large blue and red cube begin to spin around in place besides them, blasting rays of red and blue across the whole battlefield.
ACTIONS
<(Freija)>
1.) Help/pick up Capuchin
<(Gungnir)>
1.) Yggdrassil, +45HP, 80HP barrier
2.) Firehit1, Drakkas 60dmg
3.) Icewave1, Drakkas 80dmg
4.) Boomerang, Drakkas 60dmg
5.) DblBeam, heal 30/deal 20
6.) Protect Capuchin
"Tch!" Sieg grunted and dropped the PET as it sparked in his hands from the key program becoming overwritten. He quickly snatched it back up, just in time to see the navi he had been teaming with become covered in rubble as Gungnir laid there on the battlefield. He began shouting down to him, not in a concerned tone, but one of anger. Gungnir was becoming dulled to the speech that was coming from his netop.
'It's all the same from him. The only thing he ever thinks about is himself. He's still going on about fighting Militiaman, still shouting about his father being taken by him,' In his mind, he sighed, 'It's always the same, he never even thought about me, and he's ignoring someone here who actually needs to die, and someone else who doesn't' As he thought to himself, he could still hear Sieg barking commands on the other side of the have he was in, and feel chip data pressing at the entrance of his mind, no doubt for him to get up and keep going. But then he heard a different voice, one far more powerful, more stern, and less whiny; but at the same time, similar.
'Get up,' it said in a tone not quite demanding, but more commanding him, as though this was what he was supposed to do, 'He's not himself, and he has to learn it. It's not from me he'll hear it, it's not from Militiaman, it's from you,' and as he said this, Gungnirs face, confused for a moment, hardened into one with conviction in it. He opened his eyes once more to the truth that was the battlefield around him and slowly reached out, planting his hands and feet and lifting himself and the weight of all that had happened on the stands of conviction. He was now with drive, not a programmed drive, but one he had come with on his own. He looked on with anger at the battle, but only heard Sieg now ordering him again.
"Yeah! Way to get up! Now take these, Icewave, Firehit, Boomerang slot in!" but as he shouted and the chip data descended on Gungnir, Gun made no movement, and did not accept it. Militiaman looked at him, his gun arm fading as he crossed his arms and stood there. The pairs gazes crossed, Gungnir looked at Militiaman, and he at him. Militiaman gave an approving nod, and if he could, might have smiled.
'SHUT YOUR HOLE BOY!' he shouted at Sieg, turning up to look at him and barking in the fiercest tone he could. Sieg jumped a little at the sheer presence in his voice, but bent forwards and shouted back, "Shut up shut up shut up! You haven't got anything to-"
'GodDAMMIT Sieg, he's right! SHUT UP!' Gungnir yelled, looking up at him too; now with the ferocity he had heard in the voice that called him up in his own stare. At this, Sieg finally clammed up, sheer awe from the order he had received from his navi promptly closing his mouth. 'What are you even saying? How has Militiaman had anything to do with your father being away?'
"Wha-whaddya mean!? That's dad's navi, without him, he'll-"
'He'll WHAT? Come back? Come and be the father to you that you always needed? Play catch and go fishing and all that other father-son lovey crap?! You really believe that?!' he shouted at him, glaring up at his netop from the pet. Sieg was shocked, his throat felt like it had a lump in it the size of his fist, born from rage, confusion, amazement, and sadness. 'Your dad is not gonna stop whatever it is he's doing just because you defeat his navi, he'll just come back with another, or redo him, or whatever, and keep on going cause that's what he does! And you've just been playing the part of the tail-chasing, whimpering little BITCH!' Sieg was still feeling all the emotions he had a moment ago, but now, anger was winning out.
"WHAT!? I have to beat him! I have to get him to come back!" He exploded at Gungnir, his hands shaking in rage, almost threatening to break the PET in half. "I want him to pay for not being there, and make it up to me and mom, and I want...I want..."
'Revenge,' said Militiaman curtly, 'Revenge. . .is hardly a goal worth pursuing.' As Militiaman said this, Gun and Sieg both turned to him, their expressions slightly calmed, as though he was mesmerizing them. 'Revenge is what kept your father from you most of your childhood, and it was only by realizing the futility of that endeavor that he did come back into your life at all. He's now doing what he thinks is the right course of action to keep your life the best it can be, whether your idiotic brain can see far enough into his actions to realize it or not!' Sieg was stunned, and for the first time, really looked down at the battlefield in front of him. He was how torn up Gungnir was, he saw the dark armor clad navi laughing and standing in front of his prey, and he saw the navi he had just been teaming with slowly being crushed by rubble.
'You see it yet!? You damned pigheadedness has not only caused me to lose my mind and assault the person we should be fighting WITH rather than against, but left our partner against an enemy that far outclasses her, you've almost caused her to die!' Gungnir was being a bit overdramatic in his statements, but he made an impression on Sieg, whose eyes began to well up. He sniffled, and wiped his eyes a little.
"I...I'm-" And yet again, he was cut off, this time by Militiaman.
'So help me god I will come out there and kick your ass myself if you start to get all sobby on me now!' he shouted at him, pointing a finger in a paternal fashion as he said it, 'Now more than ever is your real chance to be a man, and I'll be damned if you're not gonna take it!' Sieg was still sniffling a little bit, but he wiped his eyes off on his sleeve and nodded his head. He could still feel his anger there for this navi, but he saw the truth in what he said. His actions now had only served to hurt everyone around that he cared about or was working with.
"O..okay..." he said through red eyes, "You're right, there's a time for what I have between you and us, but for now, lets take care of the matter at hand!" Gungnirs expression of anger had melted from his face, and he was smiling up at him again, saying nothing but nodding gently.
'Good man,' Militiaman said to him, swinging out his arm to summon the massive kreigun on it again as he placed it on his shoulder, 'Now, you try and see to your friend over there, I'm gonna take Drakkas' And as he spoke, he bound off into the fight again. Gungnir had only nodded as he turned to Freija, who had been sitting quietly and listening, having very little do to with the whole spat.
'So now we can get on with doing the right thing?' she asked up to Sieg with almost a childish innocence. He just smiled down and nodded as Gungnir reached out and accepted the chip data sent down to him. Sieg took a breath in and out and shouted, "Okay, go help Capuchin and take down Drakkas!" Gungnir nodded as his body exploded in colors, like the paints on a palette. Red and blue washing over either gauntlet as his vulge was covered in a green light. Freija put away her swords and ran to Capuchin as quickly as she could, and began to move rubble and debris off of her, trying to help her up. Gungnir followed suit rapidly, but each step he took seemed to take some of the ground up with it, slowly creeping up his boots and over his body in a plated stone armor. He came to rest as Freija managed to get Capuchin uncovered, and was working on helping her out of the heap. He could only look down at her for a moment with apologetic eyes, as Sieg looked on and softly said, "I'm sorry" Gungnir turned on his heels, planting himself firmly between Capuchin and the fight that was going on as he crossed his arms with the vulge in the left. The three colors began swirling over one another and mingling on the blades of his vulge as though they were watercolors on a canvas. He held the iridescent sword over his head and shouted, throwing it forwards with tumultuous force. The various colors were thrown off of it like a bleeding pinwheel as it shrieked through the air with a buzz saws noise. The blades were bearing down on Drakkas with a berserkers speed, and about the same grace. As the blades slammed into the ground near him, the colors shot off in blasts of their respective element, lobbing small waves of fire, ice, and stakes at him in a row. As the lightshow ended, Gungnir jerked on the Gleipnir, pulling the blades back to his stone-fist.
As he held the swords in his hand, Sieg was looking through his remaining chips, trying desperately to find something that he could use to help Capuchin, but only coming up with one thing. "I'm sorry there's not more I can do right now; Freija, put your focus into protecting Capuchin for now, okay?" Freija just nodded as he slotted in the chip, and both of them watched a large blue and red cube begin to spin around in place besides them, blasting rays of red and blue across the whole battlefield.
ACTIONS
<(Freija)>
1.) Help/pick up Capuchin
<(Gungnir)>
1.) Yggdrassil, +45HP, 80HP barrier
2.) Firehit1, Drakkas 60dmg
3.) Icewave1, Drakkas 80dmg
4.) Boomerang, Drakkas 60dmg
5.) DblBeam, heal 30/deal 20
6.) Protect Capuchin
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Capuchin- lays there. Freija attempts to help her up.
Meanwhile, Gungnir and Sieg get an emotional bitchslap to the face, then decide to do stuff.
Gungnir heals himself! And then throws his 'vulge' at the right target for once-- Drakkas. Drakkas simply sits there and *takes* the attacks, being damaged but seemingly not caring. Gungnir then throws up a DBLcube... which hits Drakkas for a paltry amount of damage.
Drakkas turns to charge at Gungnir- but is hit by a sudden rifle shot from Miltiaman! (50) He spins to face Miltiaman, growling, only to be hit dead-on by a couple missiles. (80x3)
"You begin to annoy me..." Drakkas says, voice somewhere between a snarl and a half-roar. He goes hurtling at Miltiaman with a seemingly unnatural burst of speed, and throws his scythe aside just before he impacts, instead opting to rend and shred and *tear* into the Netpolice commander with his bare hands.
One blow, across his left arm. (40) Another, scathing, across his face. (20) A third, especially deep, across his chest. (60) And finally- Drakkas whacked into him with a headbutt (40), then leaped back just in time for Miltiaman to be hit with Drakkas' spinning, seemingly-discarded scythe from behind.
The scythe whirred in place at such a speed as to seem a blur, and sliced into Miltiaman's back multiple times before simply clattering to the floor. (40x3)
Drakkas himself, however, seemed content to simply eye Miltiaman suspiciously, tensing up in preparation.
Unfortunately, he wouldn't have to wait long. Miltiaman simply shoots at Drakkas repeatedly with his gun; The first blast, a Markcannon2, hits Drakkas dead-on, knocking him back slightly. (100) The second shot, an MCannon, manages to strike the black-clad navi as well-- (120) but the third and fourth shots are simply normal blasts from Miltiaman's gun.
The battlefield quiets once again for a few precious moments as the two superpowers stare each other down...
Miltiaman: 1290
Drakkas: 1050
Gungnir: 95 (Barrier 80)
Freija: 32
Capuchin: 1 (Severely weakened! -2 actions!)
Meanwhile, Gungnir and Sieg get an emotional bitchslap to the face, then decide to do stuff.
Gungnir heals himself! And then throws his 'vulge' at the right target for once-- Drakkas. Drakkas simply sits there and *takes* the attacks, being damaged but seemingly not caring. Gungnir then throws up a DBLcube... which hits Drakkas for a paltry amount of damage.
Drakkas turns to charge at Gungnir- but is hit by a sudden rifle shot from Miltiaman! (50) He spins to face Miltiaman, growling, only to be hit dead-on by a couple missiles. (80x3)
"You begin to annoy me..." Drakkas says, voice somewhere between a snarl and a half-roar. He goes hurtling at Miltiaman with a seemingly unnatural burst of speed, and throws his scythe aside just before he impacts, instead opting to rend and shred and *tear* into the Netpolice commander with his bare hands.
One blow, across his left arm. (40) Another, scathing, across his face. (20) A third, especially deep, across his chest. (60) And finally- Drakkas whacked into him with a headbutt (40), then leaped back just in time for Miltiaman to be hit with Drakkas' spinning, seemingly-discarded scythe from behind.
The scythe whirred in place at such a speed as to seem a blur, and sliced into Miltiaman's back multiple times before simply clattering to the floor. (40x3)
Drakkas himself, however, seemed content to simply eye Miltiaman suspiciously, tensing up in preparation.
Unfortunately, he wouldn't have to wait long. Miltiaman simply shoots at Drakkas repeatedly with his gun; The first blast, a Markcannon2, hits Drakkas dead-on, knocking him back slightly. (100) The second shot, an MCannon, manages to strike the black-clad navi as well-- (120) but the third and fourth shots are simply normal blasts from Miltiaman's gun.
The battlefield quiets once again for a few precious moments as the two superpowers stare each other down...
Miltiaman: 1290
Drakkas: 1050
Gungnir: 95 (Barrier 80)
Freija: 32
Capuchin: 1 (Severely weakened! -2 actions!)
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"W-Why..." Capuchin managed to say. Data dripped from her mouth as her voice was sounded. "Why do you...why do y-you..." She gave a huff as she managed to get help from Freija yet her stance was weak and shaky and she couldn't even stand. Her strength could not withstand the weight of her own body anymore. It felt as though her body was a barbell and holding her up was a feather, any minute, about to fall over again. Yet with all her power. She managed to stick out a hand in a stopping motion. There her eyes darted to the group herlping her. "Damn you..." She managed to say, "Why the h-hell do you apologize?!" Her voice hollered this sentence only to make her feel tremendously weak. She began to pant after this and her hand had the collapse to her side.
The stab would in her chest still oozed out data from the bottom. It was like a warning, she would soon end up as nothing if she continued to fight. Drakkas as well injured one core component in her. It felt frightening to her...yet...so many navis were already deleted in this war, and they continued to fight till their end. She would not leave her fellow comrades as they helped her from the rubble yet she wouldn't let them apologize to her as well.
"You have nothing to say sorry for..." She huffed, "We went...on our own to...d-defeat Drakkas..." The taste of destroyed data in her mouth was bitter. It felt like a part of her had died off and she quickly disposed of it by spitting out the contents and looking up at the others. "W-we are the one's who should say something...b-but not sorry...no...we aren't sorry about any of this...but..." Her face cracked a smile once more and her eyes showed a brightness even though they already were fading from their natural color. "Thank you...yeah...that's what we should say...thanks..."
"I agree!" Aida announced without a single stutter. It was as clear as day, "Capuchin and I desired this, and we should thank you for letting us accomplish this...and now you are helping us...we are sorry that we can't do more though..."
"Yep..." Capuchin said as her effort to keep support on Freija seemed to work. "As you can kinda notice, I can't really do much...damn..." Her head turned to her legs as they shook. "I don't know...if I can even dodge..."
Summary
1. Get helped up
2. Protection from allies
The stab would in her chest still oozed out data from the bottom. It was like a warning, she would soon end up as nothing if she continued to fight. Drakkas as well injured one core component in her. It felt frightening to her...yet...so many navis were already deleted in this war, and they continued to fight till their end. She would not leave her fellow comrades as they helped her from the rubble yet she wouldn't let them apologize to her as well.
"You have nothing to say sorry for..." She huffed, "We went...on our own to...d-defeat Drakkas..." The taste of destroyed data in her mouth was bitter. It felt like a part of her had died off and she quickly disposed of it by spitting out the contents and looking up at the others. "W-we are the one's who should say something...b-but not sorry...no...we aren't sorry about any of this...but..." Her face cracked a smile once more and her eyes showed a brightness even though they already were fading from their natural color. "Thank you...yeah...that's what we should say...thanks..."
"I agree!" Aida announced without a single stutter. It was as clear as day, "Capuchin and I desired this, and we should thank you for letting us accomplish this...and now you are helping us...we are sorry that we can't do more though..."
"Yep..." Capuchin said as her effort to keep support on Freija seemed to work. "As you can kinda notice, I can't really do much...damn..." Her head turned to her legs as they shook. "I don't know...if I can even dodge..."
Summary
1. Get helped up
2. Protection from allies