Getting the Bearings...

Blasting the Canodumb to near-deletion, and destroying the other two enemies, the Shrubby fires off a retaliatory strike, only to miss entirely.

CanodumbA: 10 HP
ShrubbyA: 50 HP
CanodumbB: DELETED
ShrubbyB: DELETED

Zombieman: 100 HP

"Archard, do you think that the Shrubby can be destroyed in one good slash of the Rageclaw Battlechip? I dont recall just how powerful they are. Most likely been patched as well."

Zombieman casually surveyed the line of projectiles shot by the spiky that lay a few feet from his position.

"Im not sure, it doesn't seem that durable. and the reports of Shrubby health are mixed, I can't really tell. Id say to finish of the Canodumb and hit the Shrubby. Work from there."

Zombieman crouched into a sprinter's stance, preparing to charge the enemy. At Archard's last word, his combat boots thundered across the panels closing the distance from the viruses to the sprinting Navi. A dull tingling traveled down his arm, Red code forming the tell-tale gauntlet of the Rageclaw. Zombieman used his Pipe to vault the Canodumb, bringing the claw down across it's form. Facing the Shrubby, he circled the plant, finding a vulnerable looking spot, slashed to dig deep.

Taken in his rage, Zombieman growled fiercely, striking again, as if trying to neural programming itself. Chest heaving, he half stepped back, stooped like a ghoul of legend, prepared to leap on the viruses, should they dare stir again.

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Overview

1) Rageclaw to Canodumb A (40 DMG)
2) Rageclaw to Shrubby A (40 DMG)
3 Rageclaw to Shrubby A (40 DMG)

((sorry about the attack spamming, I tried to roleplay it off well, but may have failed))

(Well, considering it's all you had left... Still, no dodging leaves you open for attack.)

Zombieman tears through the viruses, but the vault weakens his arm.
It falls off, as the battle ends.

CanodumbA: DELETED
ShrubbyA: DELETED
CanodumbB: DELETED
ShrubbyB: DELETED

Zombieman: 100 HP

-Victory!-
Prizes: 150z, Ringlog1

Slowly reattaching his arm with an unpleasent "squeltching" sound, Zombieman struggled to regain control of his breathing. With A final, loud crack, the ball of his shoulder finally rejoined his joint. Shrugging his leather jacket on, grinned at the news given to him by Archard.

"Haha! The base code of the viruses contained data for a Ringlog1 chip! Great work!"

"It is good to regain some of my former ability."

a puzzled look sidled across Archard's face.

"You mean, you lost ability?"

Zombieman nodded, beginning to walk forward again, telling his story and spinning circles with his arm.

"To fit in my data drive, David had to..."

INTERRUPTEDSTORYTELLING.

SeedbatA: 50 HP
SeedbatB: 50 HP
MetoolA: 40 HP
MetoolB: 40 HP
MetoolC: 40 HP

Zombieman: 100 HP

-BATTLE 3!-

This time, it was Archard who warned Zombieman of the 5 viruses that lay infront of him. The Navi animately miming out what certainly was an epic battle of a Navi long gone. Zombieman looked ahead of him, popping the bone that previously had been used as a prop, back into his forearm, he readied himself. Three small domed viruses huddled together, as two airborne programs beat at the skies.

"Archard, may I upload our new weapon? I always try to become aquainted with new programs in a way that reading code never seems to."

Archard rubbed his hands together in excitement. reaching into his pocket, he began to upload the Ringlog1 data, aswell as their other ranged chips into Zombieman.

"Remember, I doubt that Ringlog1 would have much effect on those airborn viruses, so im uploading the Shotgun data for them. Be careful, Zombieman."

at the tell-tale glimmer of data streaming into existance, Zombieman readied his shoulder-borne Cannon. Calculating the tilt of the Ringlog program, his crosshair flashed over the Metool least likely to be hit. Only a second later, the muzzle flashed as well, sending it's payload streaking forward, burning the air in its wake.

As Zombieman readed his other weapon, a low rumble filled his ears, loud enough to penetrate even Zombieman's worn eardrum. A large log careened toward the Metools, two of them covered by the bludgeon's shadow. By the time the Ringlog rolled to a halt, Zombieman had fiercely brandished his Shotgun at the airborn viruses. Firing when it seemed the two flew in a tight pattern, shrapnel and pellets filled the sky.

With his onslaught finished, Zombieman found himself vulnerable, open to any counterattack that may be offered in retaliation. Summoning his remarkable pain tolerance, he readied himself for the worst, snarkily muttering under his breath,

"Joy of Joys"

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Overview

1) Cannon to Metool A (40 DMG)
2) Ringlog1 to Metool B and C (50 DMG)
3 Shotgun to Seedbat A with Splash to Seedbat B (50 DMG + Splash)

Blowing away three of the enemies, the Ringlog does not hit all of its targets as a metool dodges to the side, sending a slightly damaging shockwave directly into Zombieman.

SeedbatA: DELETED
SeedbatB: DELETED
MetoolA: DELETED
MetoolB: 40 HP
MetoolC: DELETED

Zombieman: 90 HP

Zombieman grunted in pain as the shockwave ripped into his body. Giblets and pieces lay littered around him. Glaring murderously at the short helmeted virus that stood on the trunk of the fallen Ringlog, he channeled a portion of his central programming to restore the data lost by the attack.

the various pieces formerly attached to his body dematerialized, streaming into existance back upon his form. Looking up from his hologram, Archard sighed in response to the small Metool's tenacity.

"Uploading a rageclaw for you Zombieman. I think you can figure out what to do."

Zombieman stared down the Metool, as red data streamed around his four fingered fist. His claw formed, he grimaced at the difficulty of leaping the log. Booting the metool off the wood, Zombieman landed over it, slashing downward with leathal intent.

"Yeah, I think I have a good idea."

Spinning away, Zombieman remained agile, so as to deflect any further attempt on his life at the pickaxe of the persistant virus.

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Overview

Conversion) Charge Attack for (2x2x8=32/2=16 HP Restored)
1) Rageclaw on Metool B (40 DMG)
2) Dodge
3) Dodge

BLARGH HEALING+DELETION.

SeedbatA: DELETED
SeedbatB: DELETED
MetoolA: DELETED
MetoolB: DELETED
MetoolC: DELETED

Zombieman: 100 HP

-Victory!-
Prize: 375z

Transfering the Zenny to his account, Archard grinned,

"Way to go Old Man, try to bore the viruses to death next time. Might be more effective."

Zombieman rolled the one eye resting in his head. Pulling the other from his pocket, he deftly switched them with a dull squish.

"Clearly, as Old as I am, I would trash you at anything, Archard."

A challenging grin came to Archard's face,

"And can you do this?"

Performing a series of rather impressive dance maneuvers, Archard sank back into his chair, looking triumphant. Zombieman just shrugged, reaching into his mouth, and unhinging his jaw. Placing it on his head, he cracked the parody of a goofy smile infront of the screen. Archard looked dumbstruck

"Right, I have to give you that one."

laughing echoed around the area, Zombieman's walk broadcasted his victory, even with his jaw still on his head.

BUM BUM BUM...
SPIKEY BRIGADE!

SpikeyA: 90 HP
SpikeyB: 90 HP
SpikeyC: 90 HP

Zombieman: 100 HP

-BATTLE 4! FIGHT!-

Zombieman looked around wearily, the pack of spikys surrounding him. Flame snorted from their muzzles, their powerful paws leaving steaming tracks in their wake. Thier slow lope slowly forming a net from which Zombieman knew he would be unable to escpae.

"Listen Zombieman, you need to get out of there, dont let their circle close you in! Im uploading a Shotgun and Ringlog, try to blow through!"

Archards carefully brought up his PET menu and began transfering the Shotgun and Ringlog data. Familiar silver data streamed into the net, his Shotgun forming in hand. When Zombieman could feel the heat of one of the Spiky's plume of flames, he filled the air with pellets, dashing through the circle, he heard the rumble of the Ringlog forming from its swirling green data, and sent careening down upon the pack.

As Zombieman regained his balence he span on the spot, seeing the fallen log and a cloud of unsettled dust, he remained nimble, so as to dodge an attack sent from the cover of the dust.

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Overview

1) Shotgun to Spiky A, splash to Spiky B (50 DMG + Splash)
2) Ringlog1 to Spiky A and Spiky C (50 DMG, can hit two targets)
3) Dodge

Deleting the first Spikey, but only weakening the other two, Zombieman then gets a large chunk taken out of his HP as a Spikey hits.

SpikeyA: DELETED
SpikeyB: 40 HP
SpikeyC: 40 HP

Zombieman: 70 HP

Zombieman slowly pulled himself to his feet, a good chunk of his torso splattered around the ground behind him. The Spiky responsible for his sudden loss of weight prowled infront of him. Growling and sniffing the ground, searching for the bloody chunks. Zombieman growled in return, activating his personal Phylactery program, he reformed his frame, sneering at the Spiky, confused as to the loss of the Scent.

Thanking Archard, he brought up his buffer subroutine, loading the Cannon data, his barrel hummed menacingly, before roaring, sending a red hot shell at the smoking dog.

His second program activated, creating a set of dark red blades fit over his fragile looking hand. The other dog whined as the furious corpse stepped through the dust, slashing with his clawed hand.

He surveyed the scene, and attempted to stay wary, learning from the Metool last battle. Virus' persistance was never to be underestimated.

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Overview

1) Phylactery to Zombieman (Recover 30 HP)
2) Cannon to Spiky B (40 DMG)
3) Rageclaw to Spiky C (40 DMG)

Yeah, persistence is not to be underestimated.
But they're DEAD. It's kinda hard to underestimate that.

SpikeyA: DELETED
SpikeyB: DELETED
SpikeyC: DELETED

Zombieman: 100 HP

-Victory!-
Prize: Heatshot

Zombieman attempted to grin, only barely catching his jaw in is hand, he suffered through Archard's mocking laughter.

"Guess your still not used to repairing yourself then eh? Still, great work! those dogs were a whole lot tougher than the other viruses we fought."

Zombieman rolled his eyes as gray data danced around his jaw, repairing it. Transfering the newly acquired Heatshot to Archard's PET, he began to shuffle forward once again.

"Yeah, your still just hurting because I can hold my jaw on top of my head."

Archard just grinned.

HOLY HORDE OF METOOLS, BATMAN!
Aprroaching Zombieman is a giant horde of metools, their yellow helmets gleaming in the light of the net. Their pickaxes are raised in the air, ready to attack, and pure malice glows in their eyes.
OH, BOY.
Luckily, a small group breaks away from the horde, nodding at the others. The message was clear: "We can take care of him. You all carry on." The large swarm moves away, leaving the small group to take care of the latest nuisance.

Metool Horde: 320 HP

Zombieman: 100 HP

-BATTLE 5! MINIBOSS! FIGHT!-

"..."

"..."

From his position in the Real World, laying on his bed, Archard stared into his PET screen. From his vantage point above Zombieman's bony right shoulder, he saw the literal horde of Metool viruses approaching, and sure as hell felt the sweat that accumulated upon his palms.

Zombieman's own palms didnt sweat. A few layers of skin did peel away and fell off. That was normal however. When the Metool horde approached, he nervously clenched and unclenched his 4 fingered hand, swinging his steel pipe circularly in the other.

A puff of hot air, relief msotly, escaped from a hole in Zombieman's side, when the Horde split, with but a tiny fragment marching in unison his way. Bright pairs of yellow eyes blinked at him, narrowing with hate.

"The thousand nations of the Persian Empire decend upon you..."

Zombieman looked at his Operator with curiosity. Archard grinned, and shrugged.

"Just trying to inject a bit of humor into the situation."

"So, while torn apart by shockwaves, I can be laughing! Oh I understand!"

Their dialouge cut by the thunderous march of the Metools, Zombieman launched into action. A low whistle echoed off the panels, data coded into being, the Ringlog1 chip's programming uploaded by Zombieman's buffer. Crashing down near the front of the horde, Zombieman saw Metools scatter away. Unable to assess the damage, if any, his Cannon materialized in his hands.

The smooth metal dug into the cloth of his leather jacket. His bright orange targeting program flickered into existance, tracking the targets in the horde. With a moments diliberation, due to the multitude of viruses, Zombieman picked a rather clueless looking Metool in the center of the mob, and unleashed his deadly payload.

The Metool's eyes flashed, as power began to charge around their pickaxes, giving them an ominous glow. Dropping his cannon to relieve himself of its encumbrance, it dematerialized before it hit the ground. Preparing to avoid the gauntlet of shockwaves that was soon to follow.

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Overview

1) Ringlog1 to Metool Horde (50 DMG + Splash)
2) Cannon to Metool Horde (40 DMG)
3) Dodge

Hitting the group with his Ringlog, which would have normally deleted two of the Metools, Zombieman is surprised to find them only slightly weakened! It would appear the group shares a single HP balance! Raising their pickaxes as one, the metools fire three shockwaves at Zombieman, just as he fires his cannon. The projectile damages the hive-minded viruses, and he manages to dodge their attacks just in time, the ground brutally being ripped apart by the force of the shockwave where he had been.

Metool Horde: 230 HP

Zombieman: 100 HP

Zombieman's acrobatics could be compared to the floundering of a fish out of water, if one was particularly vindictive against the fish. Nevertheless, Zombieman's own form was undamaged, in contrast to the panels he stood on the edge of. Deep gashes were carved into the surface and rubble lingered on edges.

Gathering his wits (and body parts), Zombieman pressed the offensive. Knowing that only a few seconds remained untill another wave was thrown at him, and taking comfort in the deletion of several Metools, he continued to work his way closer to the horde, thinning it out on the way. Archard's screen flittered past, a concerned expression on his face.

"Alright Zombieman, im sending you our mid-range firepower, Shotgun and Heatshot and on route."

As Zombieman's buffer system filled, his Shotgun materialized in hand. Deftly loading the double barrels with dark gray shells, he paused, dropping into a gash in the panels. using a small peice of rubble as a post, he pulled the trigger, launching a hail of pellets at the horde.

Just as quickly, he was on the move again. dumping the spent casings on the ground, where they dissolved, he slid two firey red shells into the chamber. The air burned as a smouldering, white-hot slug exploded from the barrel, blazing straight at the horde.

Taking cover in a particularly impressive ravine, Zombieman oberserved the horde. Milling around, their Pickaxes again hummed and sang with destructive energy. He popped his knee back into it's socket. He would need it to run.

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Overview

1) Shotgun to Metool Horde (50 DMG + Splash)
2) Heatshot to Metool Horde (40 DMG + Splash [fire])
3) Dodge