New Navi

(It's Pocketttttttttttttttt! WELCOMEZ!)
((I think one of the mods said I can just finish this one last battle with my old sigs since it would be bad to leave me with nothing. I'm going to jack out afterwards anyways so I don't think it's such a big deal.))
(That seems fair)

Stunned, the second navi can only watch helplessly as the bomb flies through the air, eradicating the remainder of his HP. Swearing, the other two let loose blasts from their weapons, only for both to be blocked by the Netplay.

HeelnaviA: 110 HP <Equip: Cannon>
HeelnaviB: EJO
HeelnaviC: 100 HP <Equip: Shotgun>

Tennisman: 120 HP
Netplay: 10 HP
The explosive impact of the energybomb made short work on the Heelnavi and weighed down on Tennisman's conscience. He always felt navi battles were such a waste of resources and would always consider the circumstances of what would create Heelnavis in the first place. A mere instance of malicious programming or perhaps desperate times could spawn another one. It led him to wonder if he had the capacity to become one.

"DUDE." Desmond snapped.

Tennisman raised his head to the sound of shots being reflected back from his net. It held strong but showed signs of damage. It wouldn't last another attack like that.

They want to delete me.

"Two Minibombs." Tennisman ordered.

The first bomb had already been served before the second materialized. Both flew over the net towards the same Heelnavi. Tennisman knew he had to act fast or risk not being able to finish this quickly.

I have to defend myself.

He secretly hoped they wouldn't hit but the part of him that served the bombs had aimed them as perfectly as he could.

They will delete others if I don't stop them

The final shred of hesitation ripped away at his last thought and he felt unburdened. This was a life or death battle and guilt wasn't a luxury he could afford right now. Perhaps when he was old and obsolete, he might look back and think of other ways but the battle was all that mattered now.

His racket glowed yellow from an unexpected Guard chip being slotted in.

"Yo, get ready," Desmond said, "Netplay's coming down."

Tennisman nodded and prepared himself to return his opponent's next attack. The colour of his racket wavered into a greenish hue as he focussed his mind.

Win.



1 - Minibomb HeelnaviB (60 dmg)
2 - Minibomb HeelnaviB (60 dmg)
3 - Guard1 (reflect 1 attack, max 60 dmg) + 10 damage untapped potential
(I'm terribly sorry, but I can't find it anywhere, and no one seems to know:
If Netplay's remaining HP is lower than the attack strength used against it, would it reflect the attack for full damage, or damage equal to the amount of HP remaining?)
((Netplay still blocks the attack but only reflects its remaining HP in damage.))
Er... WITH NOT MUCH TIME, THE AMAZING TENNISMAN MANAGES TO ERADICATE ONE ENEMY, WHILE THE OTHER NEARLY SUCCUMBS TO THE NETPLAY REFLECTION OF HIS OWN ATTACK!
Hoorah, it is a sure victory!

HeelnaviA: 40 HP <Equip: Cannon>
HeelnaviB: EJO
HeelnaviC: EJO

Tennisman: 120 HP
Netplay: DELETED
"Ohhhhhhhhh.... Nice!" said Desmond. Tennisman could hear a series of snapping noises that he recognized as his operator's wrist. He sounded excited.

Tennisman raised his arm to execute an Ace Serve to finish off his final opponent when a sound he did not recognized toned in his ear.

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"What was that?" Tennisman asked.

"What was what?" Desmond replied, "I didn't hear anything."

Tennisman wanted to deal with the task at hand first and quickly finished his signature Ace Serve with absolute precision. He hoped it would be enough to dispatch the last Heelnavi. The strange voice and question still echoed in his head as the last ball soared to its target.



1 - Ace Serve (3 x 20 dmg) HeelNaviA
2 - I dunno.
3 - Whatever.
The Heelnavi looks up, almost pleading, before the final Ace Serve sends him out of the net.


HeelnaviA: EJO
HeelnaviB: EJO
HeelnaviC: EJO

Tennisman: 120 HP
Netplay: DELETED

-Victory!-
Rewards: 700z, V-Gun
Tennisman's gaze met with the last Heelnavi's eyes in its final moments. The brief exchange of glances expressed the raw, genuine emotion that each fighter felt: Tennisman, determined and coldly unsympathetic, and the Heelnavi, regretful and terrified, were both aware the battle was over.

"That wasn't bad." Desmond commented, trying to restrain his satisfaction.

Tennisman wasn't particularly in the mood to celebrate but the rewards from the battle awaited his collection. He walked over and gathered the zenny and was surprised to find some chip data.

"Oh? New chip?" Desmond asked.

"Yes," Tennisman replied, "V-Gun."

"Huh? Like... Like those guys who don't eat meat?" Desmond asked again, "Those Heelnavis didn't eat meat and they dropped chip data for it?"

Tennisman stopped moving, closed his eyes for a moment and sighed.

Desmond continued, "What? It could happen!"

Tennisman relented, "It is a variation of Shotgun chip data."

"Ohhhh... V-GUN." Desmond said.

Tennisman nodded and looked around. There wasn't anything interesting in his vicinity and he wanted to find the source of the strange announcement he heard before.

"Desmond," Tennisman asked, "I believe the PET may require an upgrade or download. Perhaps we should visit the Science Labs."

"You feeling okay?" Desmond asked.

"I feel normal but I wish to investigate that voice I heard." Tennisman said.

"You're hearing voices now?" Desmond asked, "Aight, let's jack out."

No sooner than Desmond had spoken, Tennisman disappeared from the net in a blue and white streak of light.