Well so much for that theory.
Nimbus seemed to relax a bit, now that she had successfully dodged the Elec attack.
"All right. Now would likely be a good time to try out that new chip."
She moved closer, to melee distance.
"Sending it now. I assume you'll be wanting RageClaw next?"
"Unless Guard can point up now, yeah." A small, rat-like bomb formed in her hand. She wound up the key and set it on the ground, facing the stationary Twisty virus body. Twistys didn't move on their own, so it was practically a guaranteed hit. It scurried away through the Sea, making a beeline towards the Twisty.
A set of three razor-sharp claws of pure energy extended from between her metacarpals.
"All right then, let's go."
She charged at the Twisty she had launched the Ratton at, staying a bit to one side as she slashed up at it with her claws. Then she jumped back to full distance.
Weather Report:
1- Tactical Movement to Melee Range
2- Ratton 1 => TwistyA [40 DMG | Blast1 | Ground Attack]
3- RageClaw1 => TwistyA [40 DMG | Slashing]
4*- Tactical Movement to Max Range
Mission: Climate Change
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With the safe assurance that the Twisty virus wouldn't dodge her attack, Nimbus unleashed her ratton and her rageclaw on the virus with ease and deleted it on the spot. However, even as she jumped away from where she was, the last remaining Twisty had carefully positioned its RemoteBit and landed a thunderous blow on the navi!!
"Ahh! A-Are you alright!!" Mr. Prog screamed in panic. "Don't push yourself too hard! Slow and steady, slow and steady!!"
Cloudy: DELETED
TwistyA: DELETED
TwistyB: 80 HP [Sea]
Terrain:
60% Sea
39% Normal
2% Broken (Near Sea)
Nimbus.EXE: 130 HP [Normal, one action from melee range]
Mr. Prog: 75 HP [Normal, one action away from battle]
"Ahh! A-Are you alright!!" Mr. Prog screamed in panic. "Don't push yourself too hard! Slow and steady, slow and steady!!"
Cloudy: DELETED
TwistyA: DELETED
TwistyB: 80 HP [Sea]
Terrain:
60% Sea
39% Normal
2% Broken (Near Sea)
Nimbus.EXE: 130 HP [Normal, one action from melee range]
Mr. Prog: 75 HP [Normal, one action away from battle]
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Nimbus screamed as she was zapped by the Elec attack. That hurt, after all.
...though apparently not as bad as she had expected.
She quickly stood back up, grinning.
"I'm fine. Better than I expected, actually."
"Need any more Chips for this battle?" Noah asked, with a small amount of sarcasm.
"Why, you get a Recover20 chip without me finding out?"
"Of course not."
"Good boy. One Twisty sushi, coming up."
Her next moves were predictable as they were quick. She Gusted straight for the next Twisty, then slashed twice at it from either side. She then dodged to the side, just in case it tried to let out a dying revenge attack.
Weather Report:
1*- Tactical Movement to Melee Range
2- RageClaw1 => TwistyB [40 DMG | Slashing]
3- RageClaw1 => TwistyB [40 DMG | Slashing]
4- Dodge Left
...though apparently not as bad as she had expected.
She quickly stood back up, grinning.
"I'm fine. Better than I expected, actually."
"Need any more Chips for this battle?" Noah asked, with a small amount of sarcasm.
"Why, you get a Recover20 chip without me finding out?"
"Of course not."
"Good boy. One Twisty sushi, coming up."
Her next moves were predictable as they were quick. She Gusted straight for the next Twisty, then slashed twice at it from either side. She then dodged to the side, just in case it tried to let out a dying revenge attack.
Weather Report:
1*- Tactical Movement to Melee Range
2- RageClaw1 => TwistyB [40 DMG | Slashing]
3- RageClaw1 => TwistyB [40 DMG | Slashing]
4- Dodge Left
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[Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, I'm your friendly hostile takeover moderator, and I'll be your host for this mission.]
With only one virus left on the field, Nimbus wasted no time in exploding towards it with readied claws, and sliced it into bits before its remote destroyer satellite could catch up. The Twisty separated into several thin slices before they disintegrated into junk data. The data then coalesced into a glowing reward data!
Cloudy: DELETED
TwistyA: DELETED
TwistyB: DELETED
Terrain:
60% Sea
39% Normal
2% Broken (Near Sea)
Nimbus.EXE: 130 HP [Normal, one action from melee range]
Mr. Prog: 75 HP [Normal, one action away from battle]
>> Battle 01, Victory!! <<
Rewards: [RemoteBit1] Battlechip, 200z
Soon after, the Mr. Prog returned to Nimbus' side, visibly shaken. "W-What a fright! I think that shaved off a few maintenance cycles off my lifespan," it commented. It then surveyed the area, and nodded, as much as a Prog could, anyhow. "Looks like a good area to activate the program! Please wait for a moment while I send the necessary signal."
Suddenly, a ping sounded above Nimbus' head. Should she look up, a projection of an old-style weather vane would appear, complete with rooster on top. It spun around wildly before settling on a direction further into the dark cloudy areas. "I believe the Vane is working properly. Onwards, hey!" the Prog exclaimed, sounding a little indecisive with what style of speech it wanted.
With only one virus left on the field, Nimbus wasted no time in exploding towards it with readied claws, and sliced it into bits before its remote destroyer satellite could catch up. The Twisty separated into several thin slices before they disintegrated into junk data. The data then coalesced into a glowing reward data!
Cloudy: DELETED
TwistyA: DELETED
TwistyB: DELETED
Terrain:
60% Sea
39% Normal
2% Broken (Near Sea)
Nimbus.EXE: 130 HP [Normal, one action from melee range]
Mr. Prog: 75 HP [Normal, one action away from battle]
>> Battle 01, Victory!! <<
Rewards: [RemoteBit1] Battlechip, 200z
Soon after, the Mr. Prog returned to Nimbus' side, visibly shaken. "W-What a fright! I think that shaved off a few maintenance cycles off my lifespan," it commented. It then surveyed the area, and nodded, as much as a Prog could, anyhow. "Looks like a good area to activate the program! Please wait for a moment while I send the necessary signal."
Suddenly, a ping sounded above Nimbus' head. Should she look up, a projection of an old-style weather vane would appear, complete with rooster on top. It spun around wildly before settling on a direction further into the dark cloudy areas. "I believe the Vane is working properly. Onwards, hey!" the Prog exclaimed, sounding a little indecisive with what style of speech it wanted.
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"Awesome. An Elec chip. Now to hope for a Wood one."
"Don't get your hopes up, it's rather unlikely we'll be up against any Wood-type viruses. This is a mission to deal with weather, after all."
Nimbus stuck out her tongue, pouting. "I've heard of Wood-type weather-related chips. It could happen."
"Yes, but in ACDC?"
No response.
"I wonder if the pay will be enough for Float Shoes..."
[[b]AWAITING BATTLE 02[/b]]
"Don't get your hopes up, it's rather unlikely we'll be up against any Wood-type viruses. This is a mission to deal with weather, after all."
Nimbus stuck out her tongue, pouting. "I've heard of Wood-type weather-related chips. It could happen."
"Yes, but in ACDC?"
No response.
"I wonder if the pay will be enough for Float Shoes..."
[[b]AWAITING BATTLE 02[/b]]
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With the guiding Weather Vane program, Nimbus noticed a blustery wind picking up, though she didn't quite feel very much, thanks to her affinity to it. It started to get a little ridiculous, though; even the off-white paneling was appearing to roll up into odd piles and waves. Oddly enough, the Mr. Prog didn't appear to be affected much by it, with its antenna still beaming the activation signal to her Weather Vane program. Nimbus then encountered some viruses along her path; a duo of Typhoon viruses had a couple of Metools hanging on for dear life on top of them. They actually looked kind of comical, but one of the Metools hurling its pickaxe at her and barely missing said otherwise.
"Eep!" the Mr. Prog squeaked, having the mattock barely skirt its head as well. It swiveled about to hide behind Nimbus quickly.
>> Enemies
Typhoon A: 100 HP
Typhoon B: 100 HP
Metool A: 40 HP (on Typhoon A)
Metool B: 40 HP (on Typhoon B)
>> Allies
Nimbus.EXE: 130 HP (WtherVne: Negating direct Weather effects.)
Mr. Prog: 75 HP (Hiding behind Nimbus) (WtherVne: Negating direct Weather effects.)
>> Terrain
100% Normal
(Terrain: Folded up by excessive wind and slightly difficult to traverse. -10% to all Dodge rolls.)
(Weather: A powerful gale makes it hard to land anything. -10% to all Accuracy rolls.)
>> Battle 02, Ready? Start!! <<
[I'll let it slide for now, but try putting some walking into that between-battle post? Thanks.]
"Eep!" the Mr. Prog squeaked, having the mattock barely skirt its head as well. It swiveled about to hide behind Nimbus quickly.
>> Enemies
Typhoon A: 100 HP
Typhoon B: 100 HP
Metool A: 40 HP (on Typhoon A)
Metool B: 40 HP (on Typhoon B)
>> Allies
Nimbus.EXE: 130 HP (WtherVne: Negating direct Weather effects.)
Mr. Prog: 75 HP (Hiding behind Nimbus) (WtherVne: Negating direct Weather effects.)
>> Terrain
100% Normal
(Terrain: Folded up by excessive wind and slightly difficult to traverse. -10% to all Dodge rolls.)
(Weather: A powerful gale makes it hard to land anything. -10% to all Accuracy rolls.)
>> Battle 02, Ready? Start!! <<
[I'll let it slide for now, but try putting some walking into that between-battle post? Thanks.]
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[[[Understood.]]]
Nimbus attempted [And very nearly failed] to resist the urge to facepalm at the Prog's pathetic display.
You're truly pathetic, you know that? Truly, incredibly pathetic.
"This one will be much easier."
"Sending in a few chips right now. They should be more than enough to take out those Typhoons."
Her Buster faded and was quickly replaced with a Shotgun. She then quickly gusted forward to melee range, apparently only slightly affected by the wind, if at all.
"Boo."
From point-blank range, she fired at the nearest Typhoon. The Shotgun faded, quickly being replaced with RageClaws. These she used to grab the same Typhoon and throw it at the second.
Finally, she came at the first Typhoon from the side and slashed at it using her right arm instead of her left.
That should finish it off... and do a fair amount of damage to the other Typhoon. Good thing it can't attack.
Weather Report:
1* - Tactical Movement to Melee Range [with Gust]
2- Shotgun => TyphoonA [50 DMG | Spread1]
3- RageClaw1 => TyphoonA throwTO TyphoonB [20 DMG | Impacting]
4- RageClaw1 => TyphoonA [40 DMG | Slashing]
Nimbus attempted [And very nearly failed] to resist the urge to facepalm at the Prog's pathetic display.
You're truly pathetic, you know that? Truly, incredibly pathetic.
"This one will be much easier."
"Sending in a few chips right now. They should be more than enough to take out those Typhoons."
Her Buster faded and was quickly replaced with a Shotgun. She then quickly gusted forward to melee range, apparently only slightly affected by the wind, if at all.
"Boo."
From point-blank range, she fired at the nearest Typhoon. The Shotgun faded, quickly being replaced with RageClaws. These she used to grab the same Typhoon and throw it at the second.
Finally, she came at the first Typhoon from the side and slashed at it using her right arm instead of her left.
That should finish it off... and do a fair amount of damage to the other Typhoon. Good thing it can't attack.
Weather Report:
1* - Tactical Movement to Melee Range [with Gust]
2- Shotgun => TyphoonA [50 DMG | Spread1]
3- RageClaw1 => TyphoonA throwTO TyphoonB [20 DMG | Impacting]
4- RageClaw1 => TyphoonA [40 DMG | Slashing]
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With the wind blowing hard, it was difficult for both parties to get a hold of what was going on, though Nimbus was less affected than the viruses. The earlier Metool had another mattock in its... okay, it wasn't holding it in any conceivable manner, but it was there. Nimbus flew forward, let loose her Shotgun attack. Through some blasted shade of luck, the Metool's mattock blocked her shot when it swung the weapon forward. The Metool didn't expect the reversal, and received a full-on strike from its own weapon, knocking it off its perch. Nimbus could only watch the Metool tumble off into wherever the wind carried it.
The Navi then switched to melee weaponry, with a RageClaw lifting the Typhoon virus and tossing it towards its ally. Both were knocked around a bit, the first one more than the second. The latter was upright enough to respond with a tiny spinning tornado that whipped towards her. As she approached, the typhoon cut at her slightly (10), and she dealt a bit more damage to the first one, which was now on its side. The Metool accompanying the upturned wind-machine virus whacked at the ground to create a shockwave, but missed slightly towards the side.
While all this was happening, the Mr. Prog was watching with equal parts admiration and fear, rooted right where it was.
>> Enemies
Typhoon A: 40 HP [upturned]
Typhoon B: 80 HP
Metool A: 40 HP [tumbling off someplace]
Metool B: 40 HP [somehow still on Typhoon B]
>> Allies
Nimbus.EXE: 130 HP (WtherVne: Negating direct Weather effects.)
Mr. Prog: 75 HP (Hiding behind Nimbus) (WtherVne: Negating direct Weather effects.)
>> Terrain
100% Normal
(Terrain: Folded up by excessive wind and slightly difficult to traverse. -10% to all Dodge rolls.)
(Weather: A powerful gale makes it hard to land anything. -10% to all Accuracy rolls.)
The Navi then switched to melee weaponry, with a RageClaw lifting the Typhoon virus and tossing it towards its ally. Both were knocked around a bit, the first one more than the second. The latter was upright enough to respond with a tiny spinning tornado that whipped towards her. As she approached, the typhoon cut at her slightly (10), and she dealt a bit more damage to the first one, which was now on its side. The Metool accompanying the upturned wind-machine virus whacked at the ground to create a shockwave, but missed slightly towards the side.
While all this was happening, the Mr. Prog was watching with equal parts admiration and fear, rooted right where it was.
>> Enemies
Typhoon A: 40 HP [upturned]
Typhoon B: 80 HP
Metool A: 40 HP [tumbling off someplace]
Metool B: 40 HP [somehow still on Typhoon B]
>> Allies
Nimbus.EXE: 130 HP (WtherVne: Negating direct Weather effects.)
Mr. Prog: 75 HP (Hiding behind Nimbus) (WtherVne: Negating direct Weather effects.)
>> Terrain
100% Normal
(Terrain: Folded up by excessive wind and slightly difficult to traverse. -10% to all Dodge rolls.)
(Weather: A powerful gale makes it hard to land anything. -10% to all Accuracy rolls.)
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"Well that didn't go as planned."
Firstly, the Shotgun attack had failed, thus preventing the first Typhoon from being deleted.
Which meant Nimbus now had to get up close and personal with the three remaining viruses. And possibly the Met that was currently tumbling away, possibly out of the battle zone.
Oh well. She still had a fair amount of juice left in her RageClaws.
She was still in melee range, so she didn't really have to move too much. She slashed at the upturned Typhoon, aiming for its more vulnerable front, and hoping not to stick her fingers in too far - she'd probably lose one entirely that way.
Next was the still-upright Typhoon. It was only lightly damaged, but her RageClaw should still have been enough.
I wonder what the next viruses will be, she thought as she slashed first from the left, then from the right, with her claws at the other Typhoon. Hopefully a Wood-type or two.
"That's probably enough..." Feeling satisfied, she jumped back to mid-range distance with Gust. Good thing that WtherVane was there, otherwise she might have risked being blown all the way to the back, or even out of the battle.
Weather Report:
1- RageClaw1 => TyphoonA [40 DMG | Slashing]
2- RageClaw1 => TyphoonB [40 DMG | Slashing]
3- RageClaw1 => TyphoonB [40 DMG | Slashing]
4* - Tactical Movement to Melee Range [with Gust]
Firstly, the Shotgun attack had failed, thus preventing the first Typhoon from being deleted.
Which meant Nimbus now had to get up close and personal with the three remaining viruses. And possibly the Met that was currently tumbling away, possibly out of the battle zone.
Oh well. She still had a fair amount of juice left in her RageClaws.
She was still in melee range, so she didn't really have to move too much. She slashed at the upturned Typhoon, aiming for its more vulnerable front, and hoping not to stick her fingers in too far - she'd probably lose one entirely that way.
Next was the still-upright Typhoon. It was only lightly damaged, but her RageClaw should still have been enough.
I wonder what the next viruses will be, she thought as she slashed first from the left, then from the right, with her claws at the other Typhoon. Hopefully a Wood-type or two.
"That's probably enough..." Feeling satisfied, she jumped back to mid-range distance with Gust. Good thing that WtherVane was there, otherwise she might have risked being blown all the way to the back, or even out of the battle.
Weather Report:
1- RageClaw1 => TyphoonA [40 DMG | Slashing]
2- RageClaw1 => TyphoonB [40 DMG | Slashing]
3- RageClaw1 => TyphoonB [40 DMG | Slashing]
4* - Tactical Movement to Melee Range [with Gust]