It wasn't pretty, but the five viruses were now dead viruses. That was the important thing. And that was SharpMan's primary thought as he walked over to where the remaining data had gathered. "Ya know, being a new Navi's a lot rougher than I remember it...eh?" That data...there was no mistaking it. He could sense it deep within him...the power of the blade was in that data. "Heh heh...HA HA HA HA!! Now THIS is a reward! Dawn, get a blank chip ready, pronto!"
As her Navi's zenny total rose, the Whazzapian woman watched as a picture of a small sword popped up on her PET's screen, which was then transferred to a blank chip as requested. "Yep, it's a sword. I'm going to go out on a limb, and say it's a good one for you."
"Sword's the most basic of bladed chips. Swing and use, and that's it. But that's exactly why it's my style!" He brandished his own blades and swung wildly a couple of times, as if to emphasize this. "Gotta start somewhere, and that's my somewhere!"
"That's very good and all, but I don't like how your HP total is now only two digits long. I think it's time you took a break."
"What?! NEVER!!! You never, EVER stop at this point!" With a snarl, the bladed Navi started walking forward. "The Net's a weird place...this is exactly when stuff gets interesting! If you're that worried, send over a SubChip and heal me up!"
"Well...fine, if only for my own peace of mind." Let's see, SubChip pocket was there...the SubChips were mostly blank, save for two that read MiniEnergy. "SubChips look pretty boring compared to Battlechips, don't they? Ah well, here you go, SharpMan." And...into the chip slot it went. A moment later, it spat the chip out, now completely blank.
However, in the cyberworld, its effect was known, as healing energy enveloped SharpMan and removed some of his various injuries. "Now get ready. Now you'll really get to see me in action!" Unable to contain his excitement over the possibilities of what he'd get to tear his blades into, the razor Navi picked up his pace as he journied even further.
(Used 1 MiniEnergyPack)
(Searching for Battle #5)
Squirrely Busting
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As SharpMan proceeded further into ACDC Area, both he and his operator seemed to be busy with something other than anticipating what they might run into next. In fact, both seemed to busy typing something.
"There!"
"There!"
Pictures of chips popped in front of each part of the duo, causing them to look at each other, puzzled. "SharpMan? What's that chip?"
"Not until you tell me how you got a FireKnife!"
"Well, I was searching the trade boards for sword based chips, and I found that. Surprisingly, the person that was trading it practically gave it to me...all I had to give up was a single MiniEnergy. I'm going to guess that's a good deal, all things considered."
[color=gray]"...Uh, yeah. Either he's too nice for his own good, or he's an idiot."[/gray] However, he could top that. "But that's not even the best deal! There was some kind of event thing where you could trade a chip for a 'gift'. I gave up Cannon, and look what I got...AquaBalloon!"
"...I'm guessing that's good? Can't say I've ever heard of AquaBalloon before..."
"Look up the description. It's too much of a pain to tell you."
"I'm sure." AquaBalloon, AquaBalloon...there we go. ...Wow, that would be tricky to explain. And the effects...wow again. "...That is quite a chip, isn't it?"
"Ha! It's things like AquaBalloon that made me piles of legit money in the past! You'd be stunned how much the right person would give up for it. Seriously, it's sad how many thousands I've gotten for Balloon series chips."
"So, what? Do you want to put it up for sale or something? It looks like a great chip, but all I've heard you say about it is how much it's worth."
"What can I say? It ain't my style!"
"I'll get on it. You keep looking for something to fight."
"Hey, sometimes it takes a while to find these things. I'd like to see YOU in a meeting covered in blades, and see how that goes!"
"Well, maybe I will. Intimidation's part of that game, after all."
"I'll be waiting for that...watching those smug morons fear for their lives sounds like fun!" Speaking of fearing for their lives, it was definitely taking longer than usual to find something. Then again, he WAS SharpMan, and this WAS ACDC Area. He probably really was that scary looking.
(A bump with dialogue!)
"There!"
"There!"
Pictures of chips popped in front of each part of the duo, causing them to look at each other, puzzled. "SharpMan? What's that chip?"
"Not until you tell me how you got a FireKnife!"
"Well, I was searching the trade boards for sword based chips, and I found that. Surprisingly, the person that was trading it practically gave it to me...all I had to give up was a single MiniEnergy. I'm going to guess that's a good deal, all things considered."
[color=gray]"...Uh, yeah. Either he's too nice for his own good, or he's an idiot."[/gray] However, he could top that. "But that's not even the best deal! There was some kind of event thing where you could trade a chip for a 'gift'. I gave up Cannon, and look what I got...AquaBalloon!"
"...I'm guessing that's good? Can't say I've ever heard of AquaBalloon before..."
"Look up the description. It's too much of a pain to tell you."
"I'm sure." AquaBalloon, AquaBalloon...there we go. ...Wow, that would be tricky to explain. And the effects...wow again. "...That is quite a chip, isn't it?"
"Ha! It's things like AquaBalloon that made me piles of legit money in the past! You'd be stunned how much the right person would give up for it. Seriously, it's sad how many thousands I've gotten for Balloon series chips."
"So, what? Do you want to put it up for sale or something? It looks like a great chip, but all I've heard you say about it is how much it's worth."
"What can I say? It ain't my style!"
"I'll get on it. You keep looking for something to fight."
"Hey, sometimes it takes a while to find these things. I'd like to see YOU in a meeting covered in blades, and see how that goes!"
"Well, maybe I will. Intimidation's part of that game, after all."
"I'll be waiting for that...watching those smug morons fear for their lives sounds like fun!" Speaking of fearing for their lives, it was definitely taking longer than usual to find something. Then again, he WAS SharpMan, and this WAS ACDC Area. He probably really was that scary looking.
(A bump with dialogue!)
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SharpMan continued to wander deeper into ACDC Net as he and his Operator discussed their newest battlechip acquisitions. The terrain surrounding him was nothing of note; leagues of normal panels as far as the eye could see. It was eerily quite though, as if this area of ACDC was completely unpopulated. He could see no other Navi or viruses in the immediate area.
"Soon..."
The voice was almost a whisper. It sounded disturbingly close considering that its source was no where in sight. There were no changes in terrain or objects that would serve to conceal a hidden opponent. The voice came again, a faint whisper.
"The rebirth..."
SharpMan's shadow stretched out unnaturally behind him, growing longer by the second. The ambient light of ACDC could not have caused his shadow to react in such a manner. A hand reached out from the pooled darkness, rising up from within the Navi's shadow. A humanoid figure pulled itself out of the ground and stood facing SharpMan.
"A sacrifice..."
The figure was large, standing at about seven feet tall and three feet wide at the shoulders. It was clad in a long black overcoat that hung down to the figure's shins, hanging just above its black boots. A hood obscured the figure's face in shadows. The darkness of the overcoat was unrelieved aside from curving forks of scarlet embroidery that reached up from the sleeves and hem that resembled dark red bolts of lightning.
"Sow the seeds..."
The figure wasted no time, charging toward SharpMan in a headlong rush.
-Opponent-
Cloaked Figure: 200hp
-Navigator-
SharpMan.Exe: 120hp
-Terrain-
100% Normal
Battle 5! Fight!
"Soon..."
The voice was almost a whisper. It sounded disturbingly close considering that its source was no where in sight. There were no changes in terrain or objects that would serve to conceal a hidden opponent. The voice came again, a faint whisper.
"The rebirth..."
SharpMan's shadow stretched out unnaturally behind him, growing longer by the second. The ambient light of ACDC could not have caused his shadow to react in such a manner. A hand reached out from the pooled darkness, rising up from within the Navi's shadow. A humanoid figure pulled itself out of the ground and stood facing SharpMan.
"A sacrifice..."
The figure was large, standing at about seven feet tall and three feet wide at the shoulders. It was clad in a long black overcoat that hung down to the figure's shins, hanging just above its black boots. A hood obscured the figure's face in shadows. The darkness of the overcoat was unrelieved aside from curving forks of scarlet embroidery that reached up from the sleeves and hem that resembled dark red bolts of lightning.
"Sow the seeds..."
The figure wasted no time, charging toward SharpMan in a headlong rush.
-Opponent-
Cloaked Figure: 200hp
-Navigator-
SharpMan.Exe: 120hp
-Terrain-
100% Normal
Battle 5! Fight!
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...Bah, there really wasn't anything around here, was there? Guess he'd have to turn around and try somewhere else.
Or did he? He suddenly noticed the whispering behind him, causing him to look around. But there wasn't any place where something could hide.
And yet it continued. He knew he wasn't crazy, so it had to be someone else...hmm? His shadow was looking a bit abnormal; he wasn't short, but he definitely didn't tower like that. And it definitely didn't have hands coming out of it like that. A lot of Navis would probably be pretty freaked about it, but after years of mercenary work, SharpMan barely flinched at it. He did, however, preemptively extend his blades, in case the being made the stupid call of fighting him.
The figure displayed itself, but he didn't really care much about how it looked. Instead, he started typing up a message, which was sent without delay. "Dawn! Read that! And make it snappy!"
With a snap of her fingers, the Whazzapian woman brought it up: 'Ready FireKnife'. Deciding that her Navi was far more experienced in these matters, she brought out the requested chip, which looked a lot like Sword picture-wise, only red and fiery. She placed it above the insertion slot, and even partially put it in...but as instructed, she kept it out enough to where it didn't transfer data. "Suddenly, I feel like the operated one..."
"Then get some experience so I can think less!" ...That didn't come out right, but whatever, she knew what he meant. The bladed Navi remained vigilant, even bothering to listen to what it was it was mumbling about. Rebirth? Sacrifice? Sounded like some cult freak. Not the first time he dealt with one of those. "All right, punk...quit babbling like an idiot and shut up and fight me already!"
And so it did. How convenient. "Now!"
With a simple press of her finger, the operator fully immersed the chip in PET goodness. "BattleChip, FireKnife! Slot in!"
The side blade on SharpMan's right arm became enveloped in flames, as he crouched and waited for his opponent to draw closer...then, with no other warning signs, he raced forward, a bit to the side of it, and delivered a pair of expert strokes with the blazing edge. But the purpose of the attack was two-fold; in addition to the obvious intent of harming the coated entity, maybe it'd shed some light on its shadowyness. Either way, he knew enough to get out of the way immediately afterward, lest he end up suffering a similar fate. Fortunately, he knew enough to use more force with the second slash, allowing him to use it to sidestep a possible counterattack.
Turning around to keep an eye on the shadow, he prepared himself for additional maneuvers as needed. He wasn't an idiot; he fully intended on being the Navi that was still alive after this battle.
[Order of Turn:
1-FireKnife BattleChip on Cloaked Figure (60, Fire, Slashing)
2-FireKnife BattleChip on Cloaked Figure (60, Fire, Slashing)
2a-Swordplay (free dodge)
3-Dodge]
Or did he? He suddenly noticed the whispering behind him, causing him to look around. But there wasn't any place where something could hide.
And yet it continued. He knew he wasn't crazy, so it had to be someone else...hmm? His shadow was looking a bit abnormal; he wasn't short, but he definitely didn't tower like that. And it definitely didn't have hands coming out of it like that. A lot of Navis would probably be pretty freaked about it, but after years of mercenary work, SharpMan barely flinched at it. He did, however, preemptively extend his blades, in case the being made the stupid call of fighting him.
The figure displayed itself, but he didn't really care much about how it looked. Instead, he started typing up a message, which was sent without delay. "Dawn! Read that! And make it snappy!"
With a snap of her fingers, the Whazzapian woman brought it up: 'Ready FireKnife'. Deciding that her Navi was far more experienced in these matters, she brought out the requested chip, which looked a lot like Sword picture-wise, only red and fiery. She placed it above the insertion slot, and even partially put it in...but as instructed, she kept it out enough to where it didn't transfer data. "Suddenly, I feel like the operated one..."
"Then get some experience so I can think less!" ...That didn't come out right, but whatever, she knew what he meant. The bladed Navi remained vigilant, even bothering to listen to what it was it was mumbling about. Rebirth? Sacrifice? Sounded like some cult freak. Not the first time he dealt with one of those. "All right, punk...quit babbling like an idiot and shut up and fight me already!"
And so it did. How convenient. "Now!"
With a simple press of her finger, the operator fully immersed the chip in PET goodness. "BattleChip, FireKnife! Slot in!"
The side blade on SharpMan's right arm became enveloped in flames, as he crouched and waited for his opponent to draw closer...then, with no other warning signs, he raced forward, a bit to the side of it, and delivered a pair of expert strokes with the blazing edge. But the purpose of the attack was two-fold; in addition to the obvious intent of harming the coated entity, maybe it'd shed some light on its shadowyness. Either way, he knew enough to get out of the way immediately afterward, lest he end up suffering a similar fate. Fortunately, he knew enough to use more force with the second slash, allowing him to use it to sidestep a possible counterattack.
Turning around to keep an eye on the shadow, he prepared himself for additional maneuvers as needed. He wasn't an idiot; he fully intended on being the Navi that was still alive after this battle.
[Order of Turn:
1-FireKnife BattleChip on Cloaked Figure (60, Fire, Slashing)
2-FireKnife BattleChip on Cloaked Figure (60, Fire, Slashing)
2a-Swordplay (free dodge)
3-Dodge]
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SharpMan met the cloaked Navi's rush head on, fiery blade poised to strike. The cloaked figure raised its arms in a defensive pose to protect its head as it charged. SharpMan's first slash met the Navi's raised arms, but were unable to cut flesh. A paper thin shield stood between the fiery blade and the Navi's black coat.
SharpMan's second slash had a more positive effect, managing to get under the Navi's defense and score a long cut along its forearm. The force of the attack, coupled with SharpMan's keen footwork, allowed the bladed Navi to sidestep the cloaked figure's headlong rush. The figure ran past SharpMan, falling into a roll that was meant to tackle the Navi to the floor. The figure rolled back to its feet and spun around, causing its hood to fall back in the process.
"Yes...Good.
With its hood removed, SharpMan could see its feature's clearly. It was a male Navi, his face gaunt and skin deathly pale. His cheeks were hollow and dark, puffy bags were visible under his eyes. Speaking of his eyes, they were decidedly odd. The irises were a deep red while what should have been the whites of his eyes were deep pools of shadow. The blackness wasn't constrained to the eyes though and small cracks ran from the eyes through the flesh of the man's face. The cracks pulsed with an inner darkness.
"A worthy sacrifice..."
The man charged forward again, right arm cocked back to deliver a devastating punch. SharpMan managed to dodge again, once more sidestepping the brutal punch. However, the man was faster than expected and cocked his arm at the elbow. Cupping his right fist with his left palm, the man used the power of both arms to drive his elbow straight into SharpMan's face (40).
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-Opponents-
Cloaked Figure: 140hp
-Navigator-
SharpMan.Exe: 80hp
-Terrain-
100% Normal
SharpMan's second slash had a more positive effect, managing to get under the Navi's defense and score a long cut along its forearm. The force of the attack, coupled with SharpMan's keen footwork, allowed the bladed Navi to sidestep the cloaked figure's headlong rush. The figure ran past SharpMan, falling into a roll that was meant to tackle the Navi to the floor. The figure rolled back to its feet and spun around, causing its hood to fall back in the process.
"Yes...Good.
With its hood removed, SharpMan could see its feature's clearly. It was a male Navi, his face gaunt and skin deathly pale. His cheeks were hollow and dark, puffy bags were visible under his eyes. Speaking of his eyes, they were decidedly odd. The irises were a deep red while what should have been the whites of his eyes were deep pools of shadow. The blackness wasn't constrained to the eyes though and small cracks ran from the eyes through the flesh of the man's face. The cracks pulsed with an inner darkness.
"A worthy sacrifice..."
The man charged forward again, right arm cocked back to deliver a devastating punch. SharpMan managed to dodge again, once more sidestepping the brutal punch. However, the man was faster than expected and cocked his arm at the elbow. Cupping his right fist with his left palm, the man used the power of both arms to drive his elbow straight into SharpMan's face (40).
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-Opponents-
Cloaked Figure: 140hp
-Navigator-
SharpMan.Exe: 80hp
-Terrain-
100% Normal
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So, that thing finally bothered to show his face...yep, that was one ugly guy. Nevertheless, SharpMan remained unfazed. "I have no idea what this guy's yammering about...but with a face like that, I should've made sure that hood stayed on!"
"Yuck...I hope whoever made that Navi didn't use anything from PANTI..." Seriously, eww. "I'm glad Hector didn't make you look hideous like that."
"Heh. I heard he thought about it, but decided that this would be more intimidating. Which I'm grateful for...imagine if I had that freak's face!"
Mental images...must...erase..."Thank you for that...lovely imagery."
"If that's all it takes to freak you out, be glad you don't have my memories!" After all, there was a reason he wasn't so much as flinching at the sight of his opponent. "Anyway, it'd be appreciated if you'd send over something to help keep this guy in place. The faster, the better!"
"I'm a little surprised you haven't asked for that super great chip you got recently...but, if that's how you want to do it..." Not like she had any better ideas. Pulling what she thought was her cutest BattleChip, she inserted it into her electronic device, transferring the data from PET to Navi. "BattleChip, ZapRing! Slot in!" ...Though, then again, Mettaur was pretty adorable in its own right. Hmm...
SharpMan's left hand disappeared without a trace, and in its place formed an odd, pink apparatus, with two wire extensions strongly resembling Bunny ears. With virtually no hesitation, he raised the device, which began to crackle with electricity as he aimed it towards the bizarre foe. The energy began to focus on the sides, and even jumping from side to side at two spots. With the attack formed, a green ring was released, speedily traveling forward to seek its goal of paralyzing whatever it came into contact with.
Regardless of whether his opponent was electrically charged after the attack, the bladed Navi proceeded with Phase Two: more slashing. He raced forward once more, his burning sickle-like blade again fully extended. Just as quickly as he arrived, he performed a stab with the edge, in a quick attempt to induce fiery pain on the other figure. After quickly pulling it back, the side blade was used in a more traditional slashing motion, arcing gently for maximum speed. It doubled as momentum for him, as he used it to step back in a single, clean motion. With that, he simply gazed at the freakish sight he unleashed onto the world, wishing down to the depths of his soul that he wouldn't have to look at it much longer. What an eyesore.
[Order of Turn:
1-ZapRing1 chip attack on Cloaked Figure (40, Elec, Stun)
2-FireKnife chip attack on Cloaked Figure (60, Fire, Slashing)
3-FireKnife chip attack on Cloaked Figure (60, Fire, Slashing)
3a-Swordplay (free dodge)]
"Yuck...I hope whoever made that Navi didn't use anything from PANTI..." Seriously, eww. "I'm glad Hector didn't make you look hideous like that."
"Heh. I heard he thought about it, but decided that this would be more intimidating. Which I'm grateful for...imagine if I had that freak's face!"
Mental images...must...erase..."Thank you for that...lovely imagery."
"If that's all it takes to freak you out, be glad you don't have my memories!" After all, there was a reason he wasn't so much as flinching at the sight of his opponent. "Anyway, it'd be appreciated if you'd send over something to help keep this guy in place. The faster, the better!"
"I'm a little surprised you haven't asked for that super great chip you got recently...but, if that's how you want to do it..." Not like she had any better ideas. Pulling what she thought was her cutest BattleChip, she inserted it into her electronic device, transferring the data from PET to Navi. "BattleChip, ZapRing! Slot in!" ...Though, then again, Mettaur was pretty adorable in its own right. Hmm...
SharpMan's left hand disappeared without a trace, and in its place formed an odd, pink apparatus, with two wire extensions strongly resembling Bunny ears. With virtually no hesitation, he raised the device, which began to crackle with electricity as he aimed it towards the bizarre foe. The energy began to focus on the sides, and even jumping from side to side at two spots. With the attack formed, a green ring was released, speedily traveling forward to seek its goal of paralyzing whatever it came into contact with.
Regardless of whether his opponent was electrically charged after the attack, the bladed Navi proceeded with Phase Two: more slashing. He raced forward once more, his burning sickle-like blade again fully extended. Just as quickly as he arrived, he performed a stab with the edge, in a quick attempt to induce fiery pain on the other figure. After quickly pulling it back, the side blade was used in a more traditional slashing motion, arcing gently for maximum speed. It doubled as momentum for him, as he used it to step back in a single, clean motion. With that, he simply gazed at the freakish sight he unleashed onto the world, wishing down to the depths of his soul that he wouldn't have to look at it much longer. What an eyesore.
[Order of Turn:
1-ZapRing1 chip attack on Cloaked Figure (40, Elec, Stun)
2-FireKnife chip attack on Cloaked Figure (60, Fire, Slashing)
3-FireKnife chip attack on Cloaked Figure (60, Fire, Slashing)
3a-Swordplay (free dodge)]
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SharpMan attempted to change up his tactics for a moment, firing off a ring of electrical energy design to stun his opponent and disrupt his attack pattern. It was a sound plan, but was of no avail. The large cloaked man charged into the path of the ring and merely slapped it away with his right arm. With SharpMan's...ahem, sharp eyes, he was able to see that the ring never actually touched the cloaked man, but instead was deflected by a thin layer of air a few centimeters before connecting. The green ring struck the earth and fizzled away.
The cloaked Navi continued his charge, heading straight for SharpMan. It seemed like the Navi had a real lack of subtlety, preferring to rush in and crush his opponents with sheer strength and brutality. SharpMan thrust his fiery blade forward, scoring a deep cut along the man's ribs. The man attempted to counter with a rising knee, but SharpMan nimbly dodged and retaliated with a second strike, this time a more conventional slash. The Navi copied SharpMan's movements and circled around to avoid the arc of the blade. A split second later, SharpMan was blasted away by a powerful blow to his armored side, right above the kidney (20, knock back). SharpMan flew forward a few feet to land in a heap.
"Good...Good..."
The cloaked man leaped forward, flipping in the air as he neared SharpMan's fallen form. The Navi delivered a spinning heel kick, dropping to the floor with his heel poised to crush the back of SharpMan's skull even through his spiky helmet. His aim was a little off however and his heel smashed into SharpMan's shoulder instead (40).
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-Opponents-
Cloaked Figure: 80hp
-Navigator-
SharpMan.Exe: 20hp
-Terrain-
100% Normal
The cloaked Navi continued his charge, heading straight for SharpMan. It seemed like the Navi had a real lack of subtlety, preferring to rush in and crush his opponents with sheer strength and brutality. SharpMan thrust his fiery blade forward, scoring a deep cut along the man's ribs. The man attempted to counter with a rising knee, but SharpMan nimbly dodged and retaliated with a second strike, this time a more conventional slash. The Navi copied SharpMan's movements and circled around to avoid the arc of the blade. A split second later, SharpMan was blasted away by a powerful blow to his armored side, right above the kidney (20, knock back). SharpMan flew forward a few feet to land in a heap.
"Good...Good..."
The cloaked man leaped forward, flipping in the air as he neared SharpMan's fallen form. The Navi delivered a spinning heel kick, dropping to the floor with his heel poised to crush the back of SharpMan's skull even through his spiky helmet. His aim was a little off however and his heel smashed into SharpMan's shoulder instead (40).
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-Opponents-
Cloaked Figure: 80hp
-Navigator-
SharpMan.Exe: 20hp
-Terrain-
100% Normal
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Ugh...this wasn't going so well. SharpMan shook his head, trying to get some cobwebs out as he thought about what was happening. Which didn't take long, thanks to noticing something rather subtle when ZapRing 'hit' its mark. "Heh heh heh...I can't believe I didn't realize that sooner...you were lucky that it's been a while since I've battled, punk. But no longer!" The flame on his rightmost blade suddenly fizzled, leaving only cold hard steel. He took a few moments to get another bead on his freak of an opponent, as he slowly reared his arm back...then, with little warning, flung it forward. While the arm itself stopped, its razor-sharp addition didn't, rapidly spinning as momentum carried it forward. After a few moments, it began to slow down, eventually coming to a complete stop as it simply rotated in place, repeatedly slicing apart any air in the vicinity, as well as any foes. And if he was right about why his attacks were failing...
Raising his arm, the edge instinctively and quickly returned to its usual position at his side. He crouched, as though he intended to rush ahead one more time. Instead, the bladed Navi simply barked an order. "Dawn! Now's my chance!"
Time to bring out the big guns, apparently. She wasn't an expert on NetBattling, but even she knew what to do at this point. Chip featuring a single, short sword, in. "Get 'em! BattleChip, Sword! Slot in!"
There was no obvious difference in how any of SharpMan's sharp instruments looked after the chip transfer, though if one looked carefully, the lower blade on his right arm was shining a bit more than usual. With a smirk, he dashed over to the potential shadow boxer, all of his blades fully extended, before delivering an uppercut slash with his extra shiny edge. Using his momentum once more, he used the opportunity to spin around his opponent. Strangely, during this time, his side left blade became more lustrous, while the one just used became slightly dimmer. Upon suddenly stopping, he raised his right arm, prepared to strike again...and doing so with the newly sparkly razor on his left side. Ah, the classic feint strike. It felt good to be using it after so long.
Unfortunately, this also meant he was wide open. But as the saying went, 'live by the sword, die by the sword'. Though he was pretty sure whoever said that didn't actually mean the Sword BattleChip.
[Order of Turn:
1-Tornado Blade sig attack on Cloaked Figure (20, Slashing, hits 3 times)
2-Sword chip attack on Cloaked Figure (80, Slashing)
2a-Swordplay (free dodge)
3-Sword chip attack on Cloaked Figure (80, Slashing)]
Raising his arm, the edge instinctively and quickly returned to its usual position at his side. He crouched, as though he intended to rush ahead one more time. Instead, the bladed Navi simply barked an order. "Dawn! Now's my chance!"
Time to bring out the big guns, apparently. She wasn't an expert on NetBattling, but even she knew what to do at this point. Chip featuring a single, short sword, in. "Get 'em! BattleChip, Sword! Slot in!"
There was no obvious difference in how any of SharpMan's sharp instruments looked after the chip transfer, though if one looked carefully, the lower blade on his right arm was shining a bit more than usual. With a smirk, he dashed over to the potential shadow boxer, all of his blades fully extended, before delivering an uppercut slash with his extra shiny edge. Using his momentum once more, he used the opportunity to spin around his opponent. Strangely, during this time, his side left blade became more lustrous, while the one just used became slightly dimmer. Upon suddenly stopping, he raised his right arm, prepared to strike again...and doing so with the newly sparkly razor on his left side. Ah, the classic feint strike. It felt good to be using it after so long.
Unfortunately, this also meant he was wide open. But as the saying went, 'live by the sword, die by the sword'. Though he was pretty sure whoever said that didn't actually mean the Sword BattleChip.
[Order of Turn:
1-Tornado Blade sig attack on Cloaked Figure (20, Slashing, hits 3 times)
2-Sword chip attack on Cloaked Figure (80, Slashing)
2a-Swordplay (free dodge)
3-Sword chip attack on Cloaked Figure (80, Slashing)]
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SharpMan managed to see through the cloaked figure's seemingly invulnerable state and immediately tested out his hypothesis with a constant barrage of spinning steel. The first twirl of the blade was deflected much like SharpMan's other assaults; however, a second and third spin cut deep into the flesh of the mysterious Navi.
SharpMan continued his onslaught, this time with an empowered sword that was practically aglow with strength. The cloaked figure didn't seem concerned and continued to rush straight ahead. The two met head on, SharpMan with his devastating blade and the crazed Navi with his pulverizing fists. SharpMan landed his diagonal slash, drawing a crimson line across the Navi's chest. However, the cloaked Navi connected as well, his fist smashing into SharpMan's jaw.
With both Navis at critical health, the next blow would decide it all. The cloaked figure continued his charge, planning on hurling SharpMan to the floor and crushing his skull. However, the swordsman was quick on his feet. SharpMan managed to sidestep his opponent's charge, a quick pivot spinning him around to face the cloaked Navi's back. The final strike, a powerful downward strike that dropped his opponent to his knees.
"I knew it..."
The cloaked Navi pushed himself back to his feet. Wisps of darkness rose from the Navi and an inky blackness pulsed within his wounds. Scarlet energy crackled along his arms like blood red lightning. Practically a blur, the Navi spun around to face SharpMan with both arms rising up. The Navi struck SharpMan in the chest with a two handed palm strike, scarlet lightning coursing through SharpMan's armored form. It did...Nothing? His final energy spent, the cloaked Navi fell to his knees and slumped to the floor before fading into nothing but shadows. A final whisper, as though carried on the wind, reached SharpMan's ears.
"You are marked...The time for the ascension is nigh..."
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-Opponents-
Cloaked Figure: Deleted?
-Navigator-
SharpMan.Exe: 1hp [Critical!]
-Terrain-
100% Normal
Rewards: MeteorKnuckle1, 200z
SharpMan continued his onslaught, this time with an empowered sword that was practically aglow with strength. The cloaked figure didn't seem concerned and continued to rush straight ahead. The two met head on, SharpMan with his devastating blade and the crazed Navi with his pulverizing fists. SharpMan landed his diagonal slash, drawing a crimson line across the Navi's chest. However, the cloaked Navi connected as well, his fist smashing into SharpMan's jaw.
With both Navis at critical health, the next blow would decide it all. The cloaked figure continued his charge, planning on hurling SharpMan to the floor and crushing his skull. However, the swordsman was quick on his feet. SharpMan managed to sidestep his opponent's charge, a quick pivot spinning him around to face the cloaked Navi's back. The final strike, a powerful downward strike that dropped his opponent to his knees.
"I knew it..."
The cloaked Navi pushed himself back to his feet. Wisps of darkness rose from the Navi and an inky blackness pulsed within his wounds. Scarlet energy crackled along his arms like blood red lightning. Practically a blur, the Navi spun around to face SharpMan with both arms rising up. The Navi struck SharpMan in the chest with a two handed palm strike, scarlet lightning coursing through SharpMan's armored form. It did...Nothing? His final energy spent, the cloaked Navi fell to his knees and slumped to the floor before fading into nothing but shadows. A final whisper, as though carried on the wind, reached SharpMan's ears.
"You are marked...The time for the ascension is nigh..."
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-Opponents-
Cloaked Figure: Deleted?
-Navigator-
SharpMan.Exe: 1hp [Critical!]
-Terrain-
100% Normal
Rewards: MeteorKnuckle1, 200
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Marked? Ascension? Ugh...exhausted from the battle, SharpMan found himself on a single knee, not really sure what everything that just happened was about. On the plus side, he didn't care enough to get a headache over it. "Bah...that freak was tougher than he looked..."
"SharpMan, are you all right? You took a lot of damage from that fight..."
"Meh, I'll be fine." Using his lower blades as braces, he stood up, and took one good look at where the other Navi had faded into nothingness. "The problem is that I'm pathetically weak right now. At full power, I'd barely have to even move to cut that guy in two!"
"Yes...speaking of which, isn't this the part where you get something for winning?"
"Yep." Let's see, they were over there..."Hmm...MeteorKnuckle? Not what I expected, but not too bad..."
"Mind telling me about it?"
"Ahem...MeteorKnuckle lets you fire rocket fists at enemies. They're strong enough to smash several kinds of defenses. ...Actually, it would've wrecked that freak. Too bad I didn't already have it."
"Doesn't sound too bad. But it doesn't really seem like your style..."
"Nope, fists aren't my scene. But it ain't terrible, and when you're in a position like mine, you've gotta take what you can get."
"I see. Well, is it at least rare?"
"Hmm...I dunno if rare's the right word. But you also don't just walk around expecting to find it. I guess...uncommon, maybe?"
"Well, it's your chip. Whatever you want to do with it, do it."
Without warning, the bladed Navi found himself on one knee again. "Argh...we'll discuss this in a minute. Jack me out!"
"Right. I'd never hear the end of it if you got deleted..." Jack out sequence, initiated. "Whenever you're ready."
Without delay, SharpMan experienced the joys of leaving the Internet. Clearly, he was more than ready.
(JACKING OUT)
"SharpMan, are you all right? You took a lot of damage from that fight..."
"Meh, I'll be fine." Using his lower blades as braces, he stood up, and took one good look at where the other Navi had faded into nothingness. "The problem is that I'm pathetically weak right now. At full power, I'd barely have to even move to cut that guy in two!"
"Yes...speaking of which, isn't this the part where you get something for winning?"
"Yep." Let's see, they were over there..."Hmm...MeteorKnuckle? Not what I expected, but not too bad..."
"Mind telling me about it?"
"Ahem...MeteorKnuckle lets you fire rocket fists at enemies. They're strong enough to smash several kinds of defenses. ...Actually, it would've wrecked that freak. Too bad I didn't already have it."
"Doesn't sound too bad. But it doesn't really seem like your style..."
"Nope, fists aren't my scene. But it ain't terrible, and when you're in a position like mine, you've gotta take what you can get."
"I see. Well, is it at least rare?"
"Hmm...I dunno if rare's the right word. But you also don't just walk around expecting to find it. I guess...uncommon, maybe?"
"Well, it's your chip. Whatever you want to do with it, do it."
Without warning, the bladed Navi found himself on one knee again. "Argh...we'll discuss this in a minute. Jack me out!"
"Right. I'd never hear the end of it if you got deleted..." Jack out sequence, initiated. "Whenever you're ready."
Without delay, SharpMan experienced the joys of leaving the Internet. Clearly, he was more than ready.
(JACKING OUT)