As the Meltdown continued along the ACDC network, joyous over the new chip he received, he came across a group of viruses! The first thing he saw was the Shrubbys, which was a fire navi's fantasy as it just burns so easily! However, the rest of the viruses look really nasty...
PulseBatA: 80 HP
ShrubbyA: 50 HP
ShrubbyB: 50 HP
ShrubbyC: 50 HP
ShrubbyD: 50 HP
PulseBatB: 80 HP
-Behind Shrubby-
BeetankA: 50 HP
BeetankB: 50 HP
BeetankC: 50 HP
BeetankD: 50 HP
Terrain: 100% Normal
Meltdown: 75 HP
-BATTLE THREE, START!-
Upgrades Field Test #1
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Shrubbys. Meltdown's first encounter with wood virii. It would have been a great moment; unfortunately, they were surrounded by more virii.
Ten virii on two fronts. Meltdown didn't like this at all. A-A-Alan? he squeaked out of his mouth.
Alan wasn't surprised. See? I told you to wait for another day, and look what you've got yourself into. Just my luck... he complained.
What do you want me to do? Meltdown asked.
Listen, it's not as bad as you think. Heatshot your Shrubbys, Shotgun your Beetanks, and that's half the battle over. You need to pull it together though.
I guess... Receiving the data one battlechip at a time, Meltdown followed through Alan's instructions.
"Heatshot your Shrubbys." Taking command of his newest addition, Meltdown aimed his shot down the line towards the group of bushes. Let's see how this works... FIRE! he screamed as the burst of heat flew from his buster, charged even more by his body and his spreading extender.
"Shotgun your Beetanks." Taking aim at the backline of enemies, Meltdown next installed his Shotgun battlechip. Beetanks weren't exactly fast or intelligent, so a well-placed blast should take out a few of them. A familiar spreading blast erupted from Meltdown's shotgun buster as his shotgun pellets thrusted their way towards their target. Hopefully, the original attack would delete the Shrubbys that stood in the way, and if it didn't, they would receive the Shotgun blast anyway.
Hey, send me the Binder chip. Meltdown commanded. As if a lightbulb had turned on in his head, Meltdown turned once again and faced the virii on the battle front. If I throw the Melody hard at the field with the right force and angle, it should bounce between the two PulseBats. At the very least, if a Shrubby gets in the way, it should bounce off that instead and still head back to a PulseBat. Either way, that's an interesting concept. Let's make it happen! With that, he took the Melody data and charged it into the field of PulseBats and Shrubbys.
I hope this works... Meltdown said to himself.
[ATTACK PLAN]
[Fire Lv0-5] All Fire-type Battlechips +5 Damage
[P.Ab] Mass Destruction (+1 Spread To Area Battlechips)
[1] Heatshot [(40+5=)45 Damage + Spread (1+1=)2 /Fire] => ShrubbyB => ShrubbyA + ShrubbyC
[2] Shotgun [50 Damage + Spread (1+1=)2] => BeetankB => BeetankA + BeetankC (if area is not clear, ShrubbyB => ShrubbyA + ShrubbyC)
[3] Binder1 [60 Damage, Up To 4 Hits] => 1[PulseBatA] 2[???] 3[???] 4[???]
[Passive] Heating Mismanagement [10 Damage /Fire] => Random Enemy
[NAVI STATS]
Meltdown: 75 HP / 120
Raising The Heat [2/2] Charged
Potential Fuel Source [1/1] Charged
Ten virii on two fronts. Meltdown didn't like this at all. A-A-Alan? he squeaked out of his mouth.
Alan wasn't surprised. See? I told you to wait for another day, and look what you've got yourself into. Just my luck... he complained.
What do you want me to do? Meltdown asked.
Listen, it's not as bad as you think. Heatshot your Shrubbys, Shotgun your Beetanks, and that's half the battle over. You need to pull it together though.
I guess... Receiving the data one battlechip at a time, Meltdown followed through Alan's instructions.
"Heatshot your Shrubbys." Taking command of his newest addition, Meltdown aimed his shot down the line towards the group of bushes. Let's see how this works... FIRE! he screamed as the burst of heat flew from his buster, charged even more by his body and his spreading extender.
"Shotgun your Beetanks." Taking aim at the backline of enemies, Meltdown next installed his Shotgun battlechip. Beetanks weren't exactly fast or intelligent, so a well-placed blast should take out a few of them. A familiar spreading blast erupted from Meltdown's shotgun buster as his shotgun pellets thrusted their way towards their target. Hopefully, the original attack would delete the Shrubbys that stood in the way, and if it didn't, they would receive the Shotgun blast anyway.
Hey, send me the Binder chip. Meltdown commanded. As if a lightbulb had turned on in his head, Meltdown turned once again and faced the virii on the battle front. If I throw the Melody hard at the field with the right force and angle, it should bounce between the two PulseBats. At the very least, if a Shrubby gets in the way, it should bounce off that instead and still head back to a PulseBat. Either way, that's an interesting concept. Let's make it happen! With that, he took the Melody data and charged it into the field of PulseBats and Shrubbys.
I hope this works... Meltdown said to himself.
[ATTACK PLAN]
[Fire Lv0-5] All Fire-type Battlechips +5 Damage
[P.Ab] Mass Destruction (+1 Spread To Area Battlechips)
[1] Heatshot [(40+5=)45 Damage + Spread (1+1=)2 /Fire] => ShrubbyB => ShrubbyA + ShrubbyC
[2] Shotgun [50 Damage + Spread (1+1=)2] => BeetankB => BeetankA + BeetankC (if area is not clear, ShrubbyB => ShrubbyA + ShrubbyC)
[3] Binder1 [60 Damage, Up To 4 Hits] => 1[PulseBatA] 2[???] 3[???] 4[???]
[Passive] Heating Mismanagement [10 Damage /Fire] => Random Enemy
[NAVI STATS]
Meltdown: 75 HP / 120
Raising The Heat [2/2] Charged
Potential Fuel Source [1/1] Charged
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Meltdown quickly utilizes his new chip with gusto, blasting the first Shrubby, and spreading it... to the Beetanks behind it? That was new. Anyway, the Shrubby dies because its weak to fire or something, so Meltdown just blasts his Shotgun at the front line.
Apparently the Shrubbys didn't like being in the front lines much, so they tried racing to the back using the hole in the line that the deleted Shrubby had created, but really just ran into each other... and the Shotgun fire. A Beetank was caught in the blast too, how convenient.
Activating the Binder was the fire smasher's last order of business. It hit the first Pulsebat, then the weakened Beetank, then the ground, then the last Shrubby. What luck. He then burns the first Pulsebat.
Of course, this left Meltdown wide open, so his ears were ringing a lot from the sonic waves the Pulsebats emitted as their attacks.
PulseBatA: 10 HP
ShrubbyA: DELETED
ShrubbyB: DELETED
ShrubbyC: DELETED
ShrubbyD: DELETED
PulseBatB: 80 HP
-Behind Shrubby-
BeetankA: 50 HP
BeetankB: DELETED
BeetankC: DELETED
BeetankD: 50 HP
Terrain: 100% Normal
Meltdown: 15 HP
Apparently the Shrubbys didn't like being in the front lines much, so they tried racing to the back using the hole in the line that the deleted Shrubby had created, but really just ran into each other... and the Shotgun fire. A Beetank was caught in the blast too, how convenient.
Activating the Binder was the fire smasher's last order of business. It hit the first Pulsebat, then the weakened Beetank, then the ground, then the last Shrubby. What luck. He then burns the first Pulsebat.
Of course, this left Meltdown wide open, so his ears were ringing a lot from the sonic waves the Pulsebats emitted as their attacks.
PulseBatA: 10 HP
ShrubbyA: DELETED
ShrubbyB: DELETED
ShrubbyC: DELETED
ShrubbyD: DELETED
PulseBatB: 80 HP
-Behind Shrubby-
BeetankA: 50 HP
BeetankB: DELETED
BeetankC: DELETED
BeetankD: 50 HP
Terrain: 100% Normal
Meltdown: 15 HP
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Meltdown hit the ground. Hard. The poor navi wasn't used to so much damage in one hit, and the agony of the PulseBat's attack still rang through his ears.
Meltdown! Are you okay?! Alan cried into the PET.
Not really. Help. he groaned.
Guard battlechip coming your way! he yelled as he inserted it into the slot.
Geez, no need to yell, I can still hear you fine. Meltdown replied.
I'm pulling you out.
NO! I'M FINISHING THESE GUYS OFF FIRST! he shouted back. Those Pulsebats are gonna get it. Send me FireHit! As the fire erupted from his hand, Meltdown flung it hard at the healthy Pulsebat with all his remaining might.
Getting back onto his feet, Meltdown stared down the virii, hoping to avoid any further damage to his already weak frame.
[ATTACK PLAN]
[Fire Lv0-5] All Fire-type Battlechips +5 Damage
[1] Guard1 [0-60 Damage, 1 Hit] [Shield]
[2] FireHit1 [(60+5=)65 Damage + Impact] => PulseBatB
[3] The most desperate dodging scheme you've ever seen O_O
[Passive] Heating Mismanagement [10 Damage /Fire] => Random Enemy
[NAVI STATS]
Meltdown: 15 HP / 120
Raising The Heat [2/2] Charged
Potential Fuel Source [1/1] Charged
Meltdown! Are you okay?! Alan cried into the PET.
Not really. Help. he groaned.
Guard battlechip coming your way! he yelled as he inserted it into the slot.
Geez, no need to yell, I can still hear you fine. Meltdown replied.
I'm pulling you out.
NO! I'M FINISHING THESE GUYS OFF FIRST! he shouted back. Those Pulsebats are gonna get it. Send me FireHit! As the fire erupted from his hand, Meltdown flung it hard at the healthy Pulsebat with all his remaining might.
Getting back onto his feet, Meltdown stared down the virii, hoping to avoid any further damage to his already weak frame.
[ATTACK PLAN]
[Fire Lv0-5] All Fire-type Battlechips +5 Damage
[1] Guard1 [0-60 Damage, 1 Hit] [Shield]
[2] FireHit1 [(60+5=)65 Damage + Impact] => PulseBatB
[3] The most desperate dodging scheme you've ever seen O_O
[Passive] Heating Mismanagement [10 Damage /Fire] => Random Enemy
[NAVI STATS]
Meltdown: 15 HP / 120
Raising The Heat [2/2] Charged
Potential Fuel Source [1/1] Charged
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((WRITE. MORE. Just SAYING that you're dodging desperately doesn't compare to actually describing how you're moving or attacking. For your next reply, I want to see WORDS. BREATHE LIFE INTO EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOUR ACTIONS, EVEN YOUR PASSIVE ABILITY THAT YOU NEVER SEEM TO WANT TO DESCRIBE.))
Shielding himself with a Guard, Meltdown launched a desperate Firehit at the Pulsebat hovering close by. The virus was singed but survived and immediately counterattacked with a sonic pulse. Fortunately, it echoed off the Guard and rang back towards its source, deleting the virus. As Meltdown tried to hobble away from his position, a random jet of flame took care of the other Pulsebat leaving only the two Beetanks to contend with. They fired, one after another and while the first explosion didn't quite catch the navi, the second blast engulfed Meltdown completely. The Undersht NCP kicked in and saved the navi from an unpleasant end but he was hanging by a thread.
PulseBatA: DELETED
ShrubbyA: DELETED
ShrubbyB: DELETED
ShrubbyC: DELETED
ShrubbyD: DELETED
PulseBatB: DELETED
-Behind Shrubby-
BeetankA: 50 HP
BeetankB: DELETED
BeetankC: DELETED
BeetankD: 50 HP
Terrain: 100% Normal
Meltdown: 1 HP [CRITICAL]
Shielding himself with a Guard, Meltdown launched a desperate Firehit at the Pulsebat hovering close by. The virus was singed but survived and immediately counterattacked with a sonic pulse. Fortunately, it echoed off the Guard and rang back towards its source, deleting the virus. As Meltdown tried to hobble away from his position, a random jet of flame took care of the other Pulsebat leaving only the two Beetanks to contend with. They fired, one after another and while the first explosion didn't quite catch the navi, the second blast engulfed Meltdown completely. The Undersht NCP kicked in and saved the navi from an unpleasant end but he was hanging by a thread.
PulseBatA: DELETED
ShrubbyA: DELETED
ShrubbyB: DELETED
ShrubbyC: DELETED
ShrubbyD: DELETED
PulseBatB: DELETED
-Behind Shrubby-
BeetankA: 50 HP
BeetankB: DELETED
BeetankC: DELETED
BeetankD: 50 HP
Terrain: 100% Normal
Meltdown: 1 HP [CRITICAL]
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The explosion of the Beetank threw Meltdown far into the air. Twirling around and around, the navi landed face-first into the ground and stayed down. On Alan's PET screen, a small alarm started sounding, indicating the navi was at critical health. MELTDOWN! screamed Alan, suddenly not interested in sleeping at all. The possibility of having his navi fail his second busting run was too much for him. Come on man, speak to me!
Meltdown stirred in his place. Every part of his body was aching, and everything in his body screamed out agonizing pain. Was I a fool to believe I could do this? he thought to himself. Yes, he'd been tremendously outnumbered, but netbatlling wasn't always going to be fair. But does that mean that every battle would be hopeless? No. I gotta do this. I have to. he kept telling himself. But his body simply couldn't translate the command to get up, it had taken too much damage.
Here, try this! urged Alan as he inserted the Cannon chip as fast as he could. As his right arm translated itself into the familiar figure of the cannon he'd used a few times, the translation energy wave that pulsed through Meltdown's frame seemed to pull it out of the lag it had entered. With this newfound power, Meltdown had was just enough strength to get back on his feet.
I... won't... be... beaten.... that... EASILY! he shouted to the surrounding net. Thrusting his fist at the two remaining virii, a determined frown wrote itself all over the navi's face. YOU'RE THROUGH! he yelled before slumping onto his knees, breathing very heavily.
Hey, hey, take it easy. This is gonna take some fancy footwork if you wanna do this. Alan communicated down to Meltdown. Move forward to the right firing range, take your shot, and back the hell off.
Looking at the remaining virii, Meltdown pulled the last of his strength together, and began the attack. Running forward towards his "ideal spot", Meltdown kept hopping left to right, left to right. He couldn't risk another hit, even if it meant exhausting himself even further. As he got closer to the destination, he began to line up one of the Beetanks. He couldn't afford to miss; after all, this could be the difference between his win and loss. As the cannon began to glow in preparation for execution, Meltdown threw himself forward as he put himself into line with the enemy. FIRE! he once again bellowed as he let the energy stored inside detach itself from his cannon and propel itself toward the enemy. As he fired, Meltdown couldn't help but notice a tiny flame that streaked away from his body, following the course of the cannon fire. Hmph, I must be seeing things. he thought to himself. After all, that just didn't seem natural.
With the Cannon fired and away, Meltdown's only concern was to get away from firing range. Keeping his body face-on to the enemy, Meltdown attempted to flee the exact same way he'd gotten close: skipping left and right to prevent the enemy from predicting his next location and firing an attack. As Meltdown kept his gaze fixated at the Beetanks, his mind flashed back to a few months ago. Meltdown suddenly felt a new sense of dread. Harlem, is this what it was like for you?
[ATTACK PLAN]
[1] Jump from left to right to put Meltdown into the ideal firing spot.
[2] Cannon [40 Damage + Knockback] => BeetankA
[3] Retreat using same jumping system from left to right while facing enemies.
[Passive] Heating Mismanagement [10 Damage /Fire] => Random Enemy
[NAVI STATS]
Meltdown: 1 HP / 120
Raising The Heat [2/2] Charged
Potential Fuel Source [1/1] Charged
Meltdown stirred in his place. Every part of his body was aching, and everything in his body screamed out agonizing pain. Was I a fool to believe I could do this? he thought to himself. Yes, he'd been tremendously outnumbered, but netbatlling wasn't always going to be fair. But does that mean that every battle would be hopeless? No. I gotta do this. I have to. he kept telling himself. But his body simply couldn't translate the command to get up, it had taken too much damage.
Here, try this! urged Alan as he inserted the Cannon chip as fast as he could. As his right arm translated itself into the familiar figure of the cannon he'd used a few times, the translation energy wave that pulsed through Meltdown's frame seemed to pull it out of the lag it had entered. With this newfound power, Meltdown had was just enough strength to get back on his feet.
I... won't... be... beaten.... that... EASILY! he shouted to the surrounding net. Thrusting his fist at the two remaining virii, a determined frown wrote itself all over the navi's face. YOU'RE THROUGH! he yelled before slumping onto his knees, breathing very heavily.
Hey, hey, take it easy. This is gonna take some fancy footwork if you wanna do this. Alan communicated down to Meltdown. Move forward to the right firing range, take your shot, and back the hell off.
Looking at the remaining virii, Meltdown pulled the last of his strength together, and began the attack. Running forward towards his "ideal spot", Meltdown kept hopping left to right, left to right. He couldn't risk another hit, even if it meant exhausting himself even further. As he got closer to the destination, he began to line up one of the Beetanks. He couldn't afford to miss; after all, this could be the difference between his win and loss. As the cannon began to glow in preparation for execution, Meltdown threw himself forward as he put himself into line with the enemy. FIRE! he once again bellowed as he let the energy stored inside detach itself from his cannon and propel itself toward the enemy. As he fired, Meltdown couldn't help but notice a tiny flame that streaked away from his body, following the course of the cannon fire. Hmph, I must be seeing things. he thought to himself. After all, that just didn't seem natural.
With the Cannon fired and away, Meltdown's only concern was to get away from firing range. Keeping his body face-on to the enemy, Meltdown attempted to flee the exact same way he'd gotten close: skipping left and right to prevent the enemy from predicting his next location and firing an attack. As Meltdown kept his gaze fixated at the Beetanks, his mind flashed back to a few months ago. Meltdown suddenly felt a new sense of dread. Harlem, is this what it was like for you?
[ATTACK PLAN]
[1] Jump from left to right to put Meltdown into the ideal firing spot.
[2] Cannon [40 Damage + Knockback] => BeetankA
[3] Retreat using same jumping system from left to right while facing enemies.
[Passive] Heating Mismanagement [10 Damage /Fire] => Random Enemy
[NAVI STATS]
Meltdown: 1 HP / 120
Raising The Heat [2/2] Charged
Potential Fuel Source [1/1] Charged
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Meltdown's Cannon struck his intended target, knocking it into the other Beetank. It lost balance and was pushed with enough force to knock it over. A jet of fire from Meltdown's body finished off the first Beetank while the second one wriggled about. Struggling with its stubby little legs, the tank tried to right itself but just couldn't manage on its own.
PulseBatA: DELETED
ShrubbyA: DELETED
ShrubbyB: DELETED
ShrubbyC: DELETED
ShrubbyD: DELETED
PulseBatB: DELETED
-Behind Shrubby-
BeetankA: DELETED
BeetankB: DELETED
BeetankC: DELETED
BeetankD: 50 HP [toppled over - cannot attack/dodge]
Terrain: 100% Normal
Meltdown: 1 HP [CRITICAL]
PulseBatA: DELETED
ShrubbyA: DELETED
ShrubbyB: DELETED
ShrubbyC: DELETED
ShrubbyD: DELETED
PulseBatB: DELETED
-Behind Shrubby-
BeetankA: DELETED
BeetankB: DELETED
BeetankC: DELETED
BeetankD: 50 HP [toppled over - cannot attack/dodge]
Terrain: 100% Normal
Meltdown: 1 HP [CRITICAL]
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One down, one to go. As the targeted Beetank was overpowered by the Cannon fire, it flew into the second Beetank and toppled it over. A wonderful way to buy some time, as it rolled onto its side and became inoperable. But this was no time to let the opportunity pass. Meltdown had to finish this and quickly.
I'm glad that worked out. Alan breathed a sigh of relief. You ready for the next chip? he asked.
Meltdown looked at his chip-converter. The stress of so much damage was screwing up his transmission. The last thing Meltdown wanted was a chip that backfired on him because of a corrupted download. No, this battle needed to be finished with good old magma, and Meltdown knew just how to get it.
Don't bother. I'll take care of this. he seethed, all his anger focusing on the fire that burned inside him. Raising the heat was one of Meltdown's specialties, and no amount of damage was gonna stop him from doing what he does best.
You sure? You're not exactly one hundred percent right now... replied Alan, a little worried that his navi was acting delusional.
Meltdown tried to respond, but his internal systems suddenly shudderred. The damage had done more to his systems than he was ready to let on. Still, pain or no pain, there was no way Meltdown was gonna let one Beetank get away with damaging him to the brink of deletion. No bloody way. Charging up the fiery fury that burned inside him, Meltdown set his sight on the remaining virus. Some fancy footwork was going to be needed to ensure he was the victor.
Time for some dodgeball! Meltdown laughed to himself as he charged forward. The navi had played netsports before as part of the workplace fitness program, and dodgeball was his favourite. It was time to pull the 5 Ds of dodgeball. As Meltdown concentrated more and more energy into his body, he flipped, twisted, and rolled himself into range. Although his energy was almost drained, he drew what he needed to from the infernal energy that was charging inside him, and the rest came from his desire to win.
As his hand and arm sparked and begun to glow red-hot, Meltdown took aim at the remaining enemy. This was it. One or the other. As he slammed his hand against the ground, the immensely-dense heat travelled out of his hand and into the ground. As it gathered around the Beetank at Meltdown's command, Meltdown continued his acrobatic maneouvres. THIS IS FOR YOU, HARLEM! the navi screaming hysterically as the ground exploded and blasted magma at the remaining foe. Once again, a small burst of energy flew out of Meltdown's arm and headed straight towardst the enemy. Again? If I survive this, I'll have to get that checked. he thought to himself.
[ATTACK PLAN]
[1] Dodge, duck, dip, dive and dodge.
[2] Raising The Heat [40 Damage + Spread 1 /Fire] => BeetankB
[3] Dodge, duck, dip, dive and dodge again.
[Pasive] Heating Mismanagement [10 Damage /Fire] => Random Enemy
[NAVI STATS]
Meltdown: 1 HP / 120
Raising The Heat [2/2 => 0/2] Depleted
Potential Fuel Source [1/1] Charged
I'm glad that worked out. Alan breathed a sigh of relief. You ready for the next chip? he asked.
Meltdown looked at his chip-converter. The stress of so much damage was screwing up his transmission. The last thing Meltdown wanted was a chip that backfired on him because of a corrupted download. No, this battle needed to be finished with good old magma, and Meltdown knew just how to get it.
Don't bother. I'll take care of this. he seethed, all his anger focusing on the fire that burned inside him. Raising the heat was one of Meltdown's specialties, and no amount of damage was gonna stop him from doing what he does best.
You sure? You're not exactly one hundred percent right now... replied Alan, a little worried that his navi was acting delusional.
Meltdown tried to respond, but his internal systems suddenly shudderred. The damage had done more to his systems than he was ready to let on. Still, pain or no pain, there was no way Meltdown was gonna let one Beetank get away with damaging him to the brink of deletion. No bloody way. Charging up the fiery fury that burned inside him, Meltdown set his sight on the remaining virus. Some fancy footwork was going to be needed to ensure he was the victor.
Time for some dodgeball! Meltdown laughed to himself as he charged forward. The navi had played netsports before as part of the workplace fitness program, and dodgeball was his favourite. It was time to pull the 5 Ds of dodgeball. As Meltdown concentrated more and more energy into his body, he flipped, twisted, and rolled himself into range. Although his energy was almost drained, he drew what he needed to from the infernal energy that was charging inside him, and the rest came from his desire to win.
As his hand and arm sparked and begun to glow red-hot, Meltdown took aim at the remaining enemy. This was it. One or the other. As he slammed his hand against the ground, the immensely-dense heat travelled out of his hand and into the ground. As it gathered around the Beetank at Meltdown's command, Meltdown continued his acrobatic maneouvres. THIS IS FOR YOU, HARLEM! the navi screaming hysterically as the ground exploded and blasted magma at the remaining foe. Once again, a small burst of energy flew out of Meltdown's arm and headed straight towardst the enemy. Again? If I survive this, I'll have to get that checked. he thought to himself.
[ATTACK PLAN]
[1] Dodge, duck, dip, dive and dodge.
[2] Raising The Heat [40 Damage + Spread 1 /Fire] => BeetankB
[3] Dodge, duck, dip, dive and dodge again.
[Pasive] Heating Mismanagement [10 Damage /Fire] => Random Enemy
[NAVI STATS]
Meltdown: 1 HP / 120
Raising The Heat [2/2 => 0/2] Depleted
Potential Fuel Source [1/1] Charged
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The Beetank could only wiggle its stubby legs back and forth as it watched Meltdown slowly heading towards it. Before it tried to usher last of its strength to gain its ground, a burst of magma exploded underneath the virus and flipped it over! The Beetank tried to use this opportunity to strike the last nail on Meltdown as it charged a bomb within its barrel! However, it didn't expect the second attack and blindly took the attack, deleting the last of the virus!!
PulseBatA: DELETED
ShrubbyA: DELETED
ShrubbyB: DELETED
ShrubbyC: DELETED
ShrubbyD: DELETED
PulseBatB: DELETED
-Behind Shrubby-
BeetankA: DELETED
BeetankB: DELETED
BeetankC: DELETED
BeetankD: DELETED
Terrain: 100% Normal
Meltdown: 1 HP [CRITICAL]
-BATTLE WON!-
600z + [Lil'Bomb] Battlechip
PulseBatA: DELETED
ShrubbyA: DELETED
ShrubbyB: DELETED
ShrubbyC: DELETED
ShrubbyD: DELETED
PulseBatB: DELETED
-Behind Shrubby-
BeetankA: DELETED
BeetankB: DELETED
BeetankC: DELETED
BeetankD: DELETED
Terrain: 100% Normal
Meltdown: 1 HP [CRITICAL]
-BATTLE WON!-
600
LilBomb -
Damage: 50 + Blast 2
Accuracy: C
Description: Lob a bomb that blast the enemy area in a wide range.
Duration: Once
Element: None
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Watching the Beetank data destroy itself, Meltdown's systems suddenly failed. No longer able to stand on his own two feet, Meltdown collapsed in a pile on the ground.
Heh... I did it... he whispered to himself.
Congratulations, man. I'm pulling you out now. said Alan. This time there was no argument as the navi became decompressed data and streamed back to the PET.
[ENEMY DEFEATED]
Zenny: 950z => 1550z
Get Battlechip: Lil'Bomb
Battlechips: 8 => 9
{JACK OUT TO ACDC AREA COMPLETE.}
{CHECKING INTEGRITY OF [MELTDOWN.EXE]..........DONE.}
{RESTARTING NETNAVI PET FUNCTIONS.....
Heh... I did it... he whispered to himself.
Congratulations, man. I'm pulling you out now. said Alan. This time there was no argument as the navi became decompressed data and streamed back to the PET.
[ENEMY DEFEATED]
Zenny: 950z => 1550z
Get Battlechip: Lil'Bomb
Battlechips: 8 => 9
{JACK OUT TO ACDC AREA COMPLETE.}
{CHECKING INTEGRITY OF [MELTDOWN.EXE]..........DONE.}
{RESTARTING NETNAVI PET FUNCTIONS.....