Seraphim comes upon... glitched Metools.
How fitting.
$^@*! A: #%&
@#(!( B: (@)
*!^&$ C: ^@#
*?%+^ D: =%>
Broomdude: 74
Metool: 40
Seraphim: 140
Wut?
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Seraphim stared at the four viruses. Poor things. He couldn't do anything but destroy them.He glanced to his side, the small metool there. How horrible it must feel, having to fight its own kind. He knelt to the ground for a moment, patting the small thing on the head briefly, and unsuspectingly giving the gray dust a chance to swirl into his armor. Seraphim stood, and raised a hand high into the air, then brought it down, pointing at the glitched creatures with a determined grimace on his face. He hated- no, hate was too strong a word. He despised those things almost further than he could measure. They were stealing the lives and converting things that didn't even have to do with him to their cause. They didn't just stop at killing- they didn't stop at anything to do him pain. They even resurrected the bodies of their victims as their puppets, and he couldn't do anything about it, he couldn't use his higher level spells to purge the victims, he couldn't stop them through any physical method he would have usually tried. They made him feel helpless, and as a hero, he hated that. He couldn't help them.
He couldn't help them.
The thought echoed back and forth in the now near-thoughtless brain of seraphim, and a cloud of buzzing doubts hounded him as he made the attempt to mentally wave them off. What could he do in order to try help these poor things? Free them from their pain. Free them and destroy those things, the corrupters, the defilers of their bodies. Even if they died. Was that justice? Was this the heroism he strived for? Could he truly achieve justice in this manner? He slowly drew the gun-mesh-sword form its otherspace, all of the bees bombing him into confusion as he strived to figure out what was what, what was simply the right way to go. He threw his other hand out at the metools, their pitiable forms- he would liberate them.
"I'll do whatever it takes to do the good, to fight against evil, to- purge those awful things, to defeat evil- and maybe even save this world. I won't succumb to the urge to simply destroy you guys. I'll do my utmost to get those things out of you and destroy them utterly!" Seraphim's hand clenched in determination, he raised his weapon and cast it to the side, channeling himself, his magic, his very soul into his current spell. He felt whatever kept disabling him holding him back, trying to keep him from casting it, and he went against that, bursting and pushing as best he could, pushing forward and continually bashing back those limits, letting the spell channel itself into his hands... it had worked earlier.
He would make it work again.
The navi heard his operator commenting on him, his behavior, and his continued idiocy, and he just smiled. Maybe he was an idiot, but he'd do what it took- to save everyone he could. Even if that thing was an enemy, even if it meant being hated. He would take that step upward and end as much suffering as he could. Because- That was his dream. One of them, at least.
The spell clicked in his mind and he ran forward ahead of his allies, his hands splayed with slightly green lights as he slashed the air around him with his hands, flicking a hand out at each metool in turn, the green lights passing over them. He didn't know if this was even possible, but he would do it anyway. He would try. He needed to stop what was truly evil in this particular cycle, to knock it out of the victims and crush it entirely. That. Was what he would do.
Yeah. That sounded sufficiently badass.
The navi swayed, his vision blurring, and then going black... and fell to the ground, unconcious.
1] Summon Pet
2] Charged regen, attempt to use passive around self, at each metool in turn. A [5 HP recoved]
3] B [5 HP recoved]
4] C [5 HP recoved]
5] D [5 HP recovered]
6] Fall dramatically to the ground.
1] Cushion impact.
*] Swirl wind randomly around Seraphim.
He couldn't help them.
The thought echoed back and forth in the now near-thoughtless brain of seraphim, and a cloud of buzzing doubts hounded him as he made the attempt to mentally wave them off. What could he do in order to try help these poor things? Free them from their pain. Free them and destroy those things, the corrupters, the defilers of their bodies. Even if they died. Was that justice? Was this the heroism he strived for? Could he truly achieve justice in this manner? He slowly drew the gun-mesh-sword form its otherspace, all of the bees bombing him into confusion as he strived to figure out what was what, what was simply the right way to go. He threw his other hand out at the metools, their pitiable forms- he would liberate them.
"I'll do whatever it takes to do the good, to fight against evil, to- purge those awful things, to defeat evil- and maybe even save this world. I won't succumb to the urge to simply destroy you guys. I'll do my utmost to get those things out of you and destroy them utterly!" Seraphim's hand clenched in determination, he raised his weapon and cast it to the side, channeling himself, his magic, his very soul into his current spell. He felt whatever kept disabling him holding him back, trying to keep him from casting it, and he went against that, bursting and pushing as best he could, pushing forward and continually bashing back those limits, letting the spell channel itself into his hands... it had worked earlier.
He would make it work again.
The navi heard his operator commenting on him, his behavior, and his continued idiocy, and he just smiled. Maybe he was an idiot, but he'd do what it took- to save everyone he could. Even if that thing was an enemy, even if it meant being hated. He would take that step upward and end as much suffering as he could. Because- That was his dream. One of them, at least.
The spell clicked in his mind and he ran forward ahead of his allies, his hands splayed with slightly green lights as he slashed the air around him with his hands, flicking a hand out at each metool in turn, the green lights passing over them. He didn't know if this was even possible, but he would do it anyway. He would try. He needed to stop what was truly evil in this particular cycle, to knock it out of the victims and crush it entirely. That. Was what he would do.
Yeah. That sounded sufficiently badass.
The navi swayed, his vision blurring, and then going black... and fell to the ground, unconcious.
1] Summon Pet
2] Charged regen, attempt to use passive around self, at each metool in turn. A [5 HP recoved]
3] B [5 HP recoved]
4] C [5 HP recoved]
5] D [5 HP recovered]
6] Fall dramatically to the ground.
1] Cushion impact.
*] Swirl wind randomly around Seraphim.
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Oh- oh god.
Seraphim's Metool companion grimaced, a single tear falling from his right eye as he stared at the corrupted Metools. This- this was worse than deletion. This was a fate worse than death.
This was madness.
He silently watched Seraphim try in vain to remove the corruption, then made a decision. He would put down these Metools. Put them out of their misery. He had to.
After all, they didn't call him a hero for nothing.
A quick flash of light, and Seraphim's Metool companion burst forward, now wielding a sword and wearing a long, flowing cape suited to his size. He struck out at one of the glitchmets with his blade, then jumped, spinning in midair only to slice downward through the same Metool with a powerful cleave, deleting it.
Clearly, this was no ordinary Metool companion.
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Broomdude watched in awe, eyes pulling off a rapid staccato of blinks as the Metool changed into some rare varity he had never seen before, then attacked. He nodded, now determined to join the fight, then raised his right arm; it morphed into a cannon of some sort, and fired off twin blasts of energy at a single one of the glitched Metools. It didn't die, however.
$^@*! A: DELETED
@#(!( B: *!<
*!^&$ C: ^@#
*?%+^ D: =%>
Broomdude: 74
Metool?: ???
Seraphim: 140
Seraphim's Metool companion grimaced, a single tear falling from his right eye as he stared at the corrupted Metools. This- this was worse than deletion. This was a fate worse than death.
This was madness.
He silently watched Seraphim try in vain to remove the corruption, then made a decision. He would put down these Metools. Put them out of their misery. He had to.
After all, they didn't call him a hero for nothing.
A quick flash of light, and Seraphim's Metool companion burst forward, now wielding a sword and wearing a long, flowing cape suited to his size. He struck out at one of the glitchmets with his blade, then jumped, spinning in midair only to slice downward through the same Metool with a powerful cleave, deleting it.
Clearly, this was no ordinary Metool companion.
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Broomdude watched in awe, eyes pulling off a rapid staccato of blinks as the Metool changed into some rare varity he had never seen before, then attacked. He nodded, now determined to join the fight, then raised his right arm; it morphed into a cannon of some sort, and fired off twin blasts of energy at a single one of the glitched Metools. It didn't die, however.
$^@*! A: DELETED
@#(!( B: *!<
*!^&$ C: ^@#
*?%+^ D: =%>
Broomdude: 74
Metool?: ???
Seraphim: 140
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Seraphim looked at the foes dismally. He couldn't bring himself to attack them. As his allies fought their fight, he couldn't aid them. The parasites had lodged themselves inside the poor monsters, creating abominations almost too horrible to behold. His hand was still outstretched, trailing those last bits of recovery data as he raised his fist, clenching it and extinguishing the former light that it had held. He was useless.
Useless.
The word echoed inside his head, as if it had come from another place not known to him, some dungeon inside his mind. Seraphim sank to his knees, clutching his head, tears welling up in his eyes. He had gone all out and it hadn't done anything. It was truly hopeless. His allies could fight and fight, but nothing would happen if he couldn't grasp his blade, bringing it to bear and slicing through the opponent. He clutched at his hair awkwardly with his gauntlets, and his eyes blurry with tears closed, allowing the salty fluid to drip from his face. And an overpowering want to sleep, to rest and let that wash his troubles away seeped into him. He couldn't open his eyes, the lids felt like lead. The void his closed eyes entitled him to blurred and vanished, leaving him in a white space.
"Where- am I?" He asked, the words echoing all around him.
"This place- doesn't let you pull off awesome comboes.. IT IS WHERE TEAMCHANGE TAKES PLACE. It is accessed by pressing start. It pauses the game. You are in a waitstate. Seraphim, you will become dorMANT for all of ete-the duration of my TAKEover. I am assuming control- because you are currently not fit. Y-YOU NEED SLEEP Sleep is for the weak! It'll only take a second and a tune~ You've done enough for now. You need a rest. Let's put it that way. You're downshifting while I take control. Have a good rest. You've earned it. G'night. Seraphim. Oh- this place is your wait-room. Since you asked so nicely."
The voice disappeared, and Seraphim clawed after it for a moment. He didn't have to decide anymore. But- He had to! He was the hero! He- And Seraphim fell into slumber, partially curled and floating in the 'wait-room'.
'Seraphim' opened his eyes. He coldly viewed the battlefield. The cloud of dustlike substance linked onto the ill-fitting armor and changed it, altering it to his needs. It formed into a larger gauntlet and extended coattail on one side, while the other side remained the same. The overly loose collar tightened a bit, and the boots altered into their previous state, with a strange design like wings on the ankles. A shoulderguard appeared on the alternate side, circling around the shoulder for better protection.
"We're ready." he spoke, smiling slightly. The navi ran a hand through his hair, lifting it into a protrudingly spikey position, where it stuck. He lowered the ungauntleted hand, then flicked his gauntleted hand outward, retrieving an oversized blade from the air. The navi brought it to his side, propping the edge against the ground. The voices swirled in his mind. They each called out their opinions, and for once, he listened, welcoming them wholeheartedly. He would need each and every one to survive for the prolonged period he would be out for now.
"Seraphim, sleep well." He announced, and the voices made their reluctant consents, each with a small derisive remark about the original navi's cheerfulness.
"Let's get movin! We need to beat them with that combo! We can't purify them with a good down B right A, so we'll have to use that ol' combo-right-left A-B, uh- uh-- L-R, whatever! Let's get goin!" That arrogant voice exclaimed out, pausing for a second to seemingly remember the 'correct' combination to complete the attack.
"Right." The navi spoke listlessly, absorbing the 'information', but not reacting on it.
"These are known as Corrupted Metools, or "GlitchMets." They are horribly deformed versions of a normal Metool, and from our observations, we can assume they are the result of detrimental and intelligent entities. They continually assault those who seem to irk them, but we will need to compile more data in order to complete this entry. Their weakness seems to be Recovery, but this also is incomplete. Please achieve the next rank of data to learn more. They are otherwise normal Metools, so ordinary tactics may work to execute them, anyway. To learn more on these tac-" The prissy female voice sank into background noise as 'Seraphim' raised the weapon from the ground slowly, preparing for the attack.
"WEAKPOINTS LOCATED. TARGET HEADS." The final, loud and mentioning the obvious, caused the navi to frown slightly, then grin. It was obvious that all they were was giant heads. He would be the hero in Seraphim's stead.
"Limit Breaker: Air Render." The sword raised over his head, he swiped with it, rending the air for a split second, twisting the air and simply ripping a hole through it, creating a slice through the net which sent out a wave of electricity and fire. The simple attack, incredibly powerful, blasted through the air with pinpoint accuracy, the scent of burned air- ozone in its wake.
With an earthshaking boom, the navi shouldered his giant weapon with little effort, staring at the cloud of dust for the results of his attack, though the voices in the background exclaimed what they believed was true.
"HEADSHO- NO, FRAG!" that innecessant voice exclaimed.
"That does not help our collection of data at all, being simple collection of raw energy output into a blast of power. You have not ascended to the next level of data collecting, and will not do so until you take a full list of effects from the monsters." The prissy voice sounded a bit angry, but the navi could bear, one side of his mouth perking up in a lopsided smile.
"Limit Breaker! Woohoo!" That last voice exclaimed, sounding somewhat proud of the navi.
Heh.
'Seraphim' raised a hand up to his chest, wiping away some of the wounds with but a passing thought, a pink light engulfing his hand for a moment.
1] R.A.S.S.Cross On!
2] Phoenixshot [B, C, D, 70]
3] Elecreel[B, C, D, 80]
4] Phoenixshot [B, C, D, 70]
5] Convert:Widesword [45 HP heal](+10 to normal chips)
6] Prepped dodge
Useless.
The word echoed inside his head, as if it had come from another place not known to him, some dungeon inside his mind. Seraphim sank to his knees, clutching his head, tears welling up in his eyes. He had gone all out and it hadn't done anything. It was truly hopeless. His allies could fight and fight, but nothing would happen if he couldn't grasp his blade, bringing it to bear and slicing through the opponent. He clutched at his hair awkwardly with his gauntlets, and his eyes blurry with tears closed, allowing the salty fluid to drip from his face. And an overpowering want to sleep, to rest and let that wash his troubles away seeped into him. He couldn't open his eyes, the lids felt like lead. The void his closed eyes entitled him to blurred and vanished, leaving him in a white space.
"Where- am I?" He asked, the words echoing all around him.
"This place- doesn't let you pull off awesome comboes.. IT IS WHERE TEAMCHANGE TAKES PLACE. It is accessed by pressing start. It pauses the game. You are in a waitstate. Seraphim, you will become dorMANT for all of ete-the duration of my TAKEover. I am assuming control- because you are currently not fit. Y-YOU NEED SLEEP Sleep is for the weak! It'll only take a second and a tune~ You've done enough for now. You need a rest. Let's put it that way. You're downshifting while I take control. Have a good rest. You've earned it. G'night. Seraphim. Oh- this place is your wait-room. Since you asked so nicely."
The voice disappeared, and Seraphim clawed after it for a moment. He didn't have to decide anymore. But- He had to! He was the hero! He- And Seraphim fell into slumber, partially curled and floating in the 'wait-room'.
'Seraphim' opened his eyes. He coldly viewed the battlefield. The cloud of dustlike substance linked onto the ill-fitting armor and changed it, altering it to his needs. It formed into a larger gauntlet and extended coattail on one side, while the other side remained the same. The overly loose collar tightened a bit, and the boots altered into their previous state, with a strange design like wings on the ankles. A shoulderguard appeared on the alternate side, circling around the shoulder for better protection.
"We're ready." he spoke, smiling slightly. The navi ran a hand through his hair, lifting it into a protrudingly spikey position, where it stuck. He lowered the ungauntleted hand, then flicked his gauntleted hand outward, retrieving an oversized blade from the air. The navi brought it to his side, propping the edge against the ground. The voices swirled in his mind. They each called out their opinions, and for once, he listened, welcoming them wholeheartedly. He would need each and every one to survive for the prolonged period he would be out for now.
"Seraphim, sleep well." He announced, and the voices made their reluctant consents, each with a small derisive remark about the original navi's cheerfulness.
"Let's get movin! We need to beat them with that combo! We can't purify them with a good down B right A, so we'll have to use that ol' combo-right-left A-B, uh- uh-- L-R, whatever! Let's get goin!" That arrogant voice exclaimed out, pausing for a second to seemingly remember the 'correct' combination to complete the attack.
"Right." The navi spoke listlessly, absorbing the 'information', but not reacting on it.
"These are known as Corrupted Metools, or "GlitchMets." They are horribly deformed versions of a normal Metool, and from our observations, we can assume they are the result of detrimental and intelligent entities. They continually assault those who seem to irk them, but we will need to compile more data in order to complete this entry. Their weakness seems to be Recovery, but this also is incomplete. Please achieve the next rank of data to learn more. They are otherwise normal Metools, so ordinary tactics may work to execute them, anyway. To learn more on these tac-" The prissy female voice sank into background noise as 'Seraphim' raised the weapon from the ground slowly, preparing for the attack.
"WEAKPOINTS LOCATED. TARGET HEADS." The final, loud and mentioning the obvious, caused the navi to frown slightly, then grin. It was obvious that all they were was giant heads. He would be the hero in Seraphim's stead.
"Limit Breaker: Air Render." The sword raised over his head, he swiped with it, rending the air for a split second, twisting the air and simply ripping a hole through it, creating a slice through the net which sent out a wave of electricity and fire. The simple attack, incredibly powerful, blasted through the air with pinpoint accuracy, the scent of burned air- ozone in its wake.
With an earthshaking boom, the navi shouldered his giant weapon with little effort, staring at the cloud of dust for the results of his attack, though the voices in the background exclaimed what they believed was true.
"HEADSHO- NO, FRAG!" that innecessant voice exclaimed.
"That does not help our collection of data at all, being simple collection of raw energy output into a blast of power. You have not ascended to the next level of data collecting, and will not do so until you take a full list of effects from the monsters." The prissy voice sounded a bit angry, but the navi could bear, one side of his mouth perking up in a lopsided smile.
"Limit Breaker! Woohoo!" That last voice exclaimed, sounding somewhat proud of the navi.
Heh.
'Seraphim' raised a hand up to his chest, wiping away some of the wounds with but a passing thought, a pink light engulfing his hand for a moment.
1] R.A.S.S.Cross On!
2] Phoenixshot [B, C, D, 70]
3] Elecreel[B, C, D, 80]
4] Phoenixshot [B, C, D, 70]
5] Convert:Widesword [45 HP heal](+10 to normal chips)
6] Prepped dodge
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"BUMP."
"It is possible to bump after 24 hours in real-time, just wait until they pass, then go to the topic mentioned and place a bumping post there."
"Bah, just smash through the mod and get those monsters and move on! B Up right! Down Diagonal-down, side A!"
"It is possible to bump after 24 hours in real-time, just wait until they pass, then go to the topic mentioned and place a bumping post there."
"Bah, just smash through the mod and get those monsters and move on! B Up right! Down Diagonal-down, side A!"
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((...There was originally going to be a long, detailed mod post here.
Then I realized that even if I was detailed, it would basically come down to 'Seraphim kills everything', so I didn't.))
$^@*! A: DELETED
@#(!( B: DELETED
*!^&$ C: DELETED
*?%+^ D: DELETED
Broomdude: 74
Metool?: ???
Seraphim: 140
The blobs manage to see Seraphim's assault coming, and escape before their hosts are obliterated.
VICTOLY!
Rewards: Nothing.
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The Metool companion sighed, his sword dispelled in a tiny flash of light, and turned his back to Seraphim. This was the right thing to do...
...But that didn't make it any less painful.
The small Metool grimaced, something hard for Metools to do, then walked off in the general direction the blobs had gone.
He would end this.
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Broomdude cheered. "Yeah, we got 'em dude! That was awesome, the way you killed three at once back there!" Broomdude paused in his ecstatic rambling for a moment to pat Seraphim on the back a little too hard, then ran after the Metool that had allied itself with them. "A-ah! Wait for us, little dude!"
Then I realized that even if I was detailed, it would basically come down to 'Seraphim kills everything', so I didn't.))
$^@*! A: DELETED
@#(!( B: DELETED
*!^&$ C: DELETED
*?%+^ D: DELETED
Broomdude: 74
Metool?: ???
Seraphim: 140
The blobs manage to see Seraphim's assault coming, and escape before their hosts are obliterated.
VICTOLY!
Rewards: Nothing.
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The Metool companion sighed, his sword dispelled in a tiny flash of light, and turned his back to Seraphim. This was the right thing to do...
...But that didn't make it any less painful.
The small Metool grimaced, something hard for Metools to do, then walked off in the general direction the blobs had gone.
He would end this.
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Broomdude cheered. "Yeah, we got 'em dude! That was awesome, the way you killed three at once back there!" Broomdude paused in his ecstatic rambling for a moment to pat Seraphim on the back a little too hard, then ran after the Metool that had allied itself with them. "A-ah! Wait for us, little dude!"
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"..." The navi didn't speak, just keeping the blade at his shoulder for a second, then sliding it into what looked like thin air, causing it to almost fall as he removed his hand. For a second it hung in space before pseudopods shot out from his armor, forming a holder for the blade. It was not enough to be a scabbard, just enough to keep it in place, and easy enough to pull out when he needed it.
"Right. Let's go."
(Battle 14.)
"Right. Let's go."
(Battle 14.)
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Seraphim and crew come across a single, completely glitch-ridden Metool!
...Which is then promptly cut down by the Metool companion. Hrm.
Oh well. Onward...?
VICTOLY!
Rewards: ...You can guess the rewards by now, can't you...?
...Which is then promptly cut down by the Metool companion. Hrm.
Oh well. Onward...?
VICTOLY!
Rewards: ...You can guess the rewards by now, can't you...?
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'Seraphim' grinned slightly, then frowned at the voices in his head. One was yelling out that he should have dashed with R or at least double-tapped the movement button, while the other echoing in his head with its KILLSTEAL repeats.
(...Battle 15.)
(...Battle 15.)
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((DUN DUN DUNNNNN!))
Seraphim and company come to...
...A cliff?
Sure enough, there's a jagged rock face below them, separating the relatively flat, featureless ground they're on, and-
Oh, crap.
--Metools--
#!@$ A: !)^
$(*# B: >2%
?"4\ C: $&*
%+9 D: >"\
&6!< E: B@8
--Boomers--
$(^! A: %$@
!#_} B: *-+
6:,/ C: .?'
^#@0 D: $* !
_+)! E: @!$%
--Starfish--
)&() A: ?<BY
O{;' B: G8>;
X\/?l C: 6*&@
@%$& D: _+%*
_%$! E: !_#^
Broomdude: 74
Metool?: ???
Seraphim: 140
Terrain: Cliff behind Seraphim/allies, otherwise flat, normal terrain
Suddenly, the ground below Seraphim and his companions trembles! It gives way shortly afterwards, and the entire team is dropped down between a rock and a horde of glitched up viruses!
BATTLE 15 SET, READY...
GO!
Seraphim and company come to...
...A cliff?
Sure enough, there's a jagged rock face below them, separating the relatively flat, featureless ground they're on, and-
Oh, crap.
--Metools--
#!@$ A: !)^
$(*# B: >2%
?"4\ C: $&*
%+9 D: >"\
&6!< E: B@8
--Boomers--
$(^! A: %$@
!#_} B: *-+
6:,/ C: .?'
^#@0 D: $* !
_+)! E: @!$%
--Starfish--
)&() A: ?<BY
O{;' B: G8>;
X\/?l C: 6*&@
@%$& D: _+%*
_%$! E: !_#^
Broomdude: 74
Metool?: ???
Seraphim: 140
Terrain: Cliff behind Seraphim/allies, otherwise flat, normal terrain
Suddenly, the ground below Seraphim and his companions trembles! It gives way shortly afterwards, and the entire team is dropped down between a rock and a horde of glitched up viruses!
BATTLE 15 SET, READY...
GO!
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'Seraphim' raised his fist halfway through the fall and his coattails billowed up, fluttering wildly in the harnessed wind. The tempest whirled around them, bringing less of a fall, cushioning his ally's impacts... But the protagonistic navi was already leaping off that slab of falling stone yelling some incoherent words that were snatched away as they were said. He needed those 'spells' in order to fight these things. He whipped his hand out to the side, clenching it on something- He drew the sword-mesh-gun out with a twist and tug through a blazing portal of appearing light. He didn't point the weapon up or at the enemy, the navi pointed it through his legs, straight at the ground as it came closer and closer.
"Bang."
That was the single word he uttered before pulling the trigger, unleashing an expanding bullet of force as he contacted with the ground, or more accurately, the muzzle did. The thrust shot him off at an angle, the winds gently flowing around him to alter his course. He finally landed amongst the glitched starfish-type monsters, sheathing the Sword-mesh-gun while simultaneously drawing that oversized blade. He flipped it overhead once, then spun it once, twice the air around 'Seraphim' charging with crackling energy. Blazing white light slashed its way through the sky, leaving the peculiar burned scent of air and crashing into the whirling blade.
"Go for it! That's a two hit ultra combo right there! Wait- there's five of them! That's a chain-hitter!" The arrogant voice yelled out, laughing with what seemed like insane glee.
"The attack you are pulling off absorbs a large amount of Mana, and drains much of your own to power it, although it is extremely deadly, doing damage to the specification of 'group' rather than to a limit of enemies. It is, as far as we know, almost a one of a kind chip to be able to do such a form of damage." The prissy voice analyzed the attack, but 'Seraphim' didn't really care. He'd burst through whatever barriers held him back, he'd destroy it and reach the promised land he wanted to find.
"TIME IS NOW." The toneless voiced roared, informing him that his attack was fully charged and ready to be executed.
"Elec! Breaker!" The navi screamed out, the words torn from his throat as he brought the blade down with a crash into the ground, sending waves of electricity through the ground. He shot a finger up, pointing at the heavens before bringing it down with the smash of light all around him, the resulting sound following a second or two after, too late to catch Seraphim.
Erin continued to nearly throw chips into the PET, then bit her knuckles, wishing she could do more than that. She was helpless to otherwise help her navi. He had become rather serious over- battle, she supposed. She shook her head, then looked over the PET. There had to be something she could do. She stared at the battle, amazed at what Seraphim could do when he put his mind to it. It didn't seem like him not to joke around though. Well, at least he was fighting seriously, Erin decided while looking at the door. It was nearly time for dinner, wasn't it? Had time gone that quickly? Looking at her half-finished lunch tray, and then at the clock near the closet- She supposed so.
"ACTIVATING TARGETING SYSTEMS- SEEKING ENEMIES- ENEMIES FOUND- TARGETING..." The voice trailed off, possibly unable to locate the enemies, possibly unable to target them. They were corrupt pieces of crap, after all. Who knew if they could even properly think any more? They weren't Monsters, even. They had lost their humani-monsterality, their essence no longer seemed there. They had succumbed to the beast that continued to possess the lot.
"Are you quite sure you don't run on Nanohard 95?" The other voice asked rather vindictively, seeming rather annoyed, "In any case, those enemies are victims of the previous corruption. As I'm not like targeterboy, I can see them perfectly, and am compiling their weaknesses. I already relayed their base elemental weaknesses due to their elemental makeup, and previous knowledge, but the glitched metools will be a severe problem."
"I don't like this... If there's plenty of small guys, the big boss has to come from somewhere... And that black stuff kept creeping out of metmonsters. What if-" The arrogant voice suddenly acquired a hint of humility as it continued, "they- Combine? ...
"They can't hurt you to the point where you die unless you're severely careless. ... Don't be severely careless. Now, do your job and- No regrets." The feminine voice left off at that, leaving 'Seraphim' with more questions than answers.
'No Regrets'. Echoed throughout 'Seraphim's' head. Would he truly have 'No regrets'? Well, he might eventually have no regrets, but right now- He had things to do. He had to do what he had to do as a Hero. He was doing that Fool's job, after all. The navi slid to a stop, then leapt at the boomers, drawing the gun-mesh-sword once more and blasting at the wood-based monsters with quick fiery bursts. He fanned the trigger with his thumb, finally flipping the gun back and opening the chamber with one hand, dragging the oversized blade forth with another.
He brought the blade up and across in one swift motion, sheathing the sword-mesh-gun with one hand while slashing with the other. The brutal attack was swift and deadly as the navi slashed at the viruses with a literally flaming blade. His flurry was only matched by his free hand lashing out and snapping its fingers. A small arc of electricity arced between his thumb and index finger before he drew a line down the incandescent flames, causing their iridescence to be replaced by harsher electricity. The brighter, now crackling blade was held high above the navi's head for a moment. None of the personalities realized what 'Seraphim' was going to do before- it was far too late to stop him.
"Mega-[b][/b][b][/b]"
"What-" Erin was cut off by the sudden static coming from the PET, and she clamped her hands over her ears before realizing- That wasn't static. That was the electricity buzzing. What was Seraphim doing?!
"Your current course is unwise, and I do not suggest it, as it could seriously injure yourself if you are left without your oversized weapon." The voice was slightly panicked, but held a tone of control that still couldn't pierce 'Seraphim's' mental armor.
"Magbolt-[b][/b][b][/b]"
The blade purely consisted of constantly arcing electricity, and seemed more of a lance than a sword now.
"BREAKER!![b][/b][b][/b]"
There was a blast of light as the navi hurled the giant lance at the corrupt metool monsters. That blast encompassed the entire area for a moment before fading down to the normal lighting, the blade now embedded in the ground. The entire area around it was cratered and scorched, a memory of its flight.
[Seraphim's Actions]
1] Elecreel [80 Elec *2 (weakness)][Starfishgroup]
2] Phoenixshot [70 Fire *2 (weakness)][BoomerABC]
3] Firesword [80 Fire *2 (Weakness)][BoomerCDE]
4] Magbolt [90 Elec] [MetA]
5] Magbolt [90 Elec] [MetB]
6] Magbolt [90 Elec] [MetC]
[S.U's Actions]
1] Defend
*] Wind Dodge
[Passives]
1] Charged Regeneration [30 HP total]
2] 20 HP barrier, Knockback to enemy upon Attacking/Breakage
"Bang."
That was the single word he uttered before pulling the trigger, unleashing an expanding bullet of force as he contacted with the ground, or more accurately, the muzzle did. The thrust shot him off at an angle, the winds gently flowing around him to alter his course. He finally landed amongst the glitched starfish-type monsters, sheathing the Sword-mesh-gun while simultaneously drawing that oversized blade. He flipped it overhead once, then spun it once, twice the air around 'Seraphim' charging with crackling energy. Blazing white light slashed its way through the sky, leaving the peculiar burned scent of air and crashing into the whirling blade.
"Go for it! That's a two hit ultra combo right there! Wait- there's five of them! That's a chain-hitter!" The arrogant voice yelled out, laughing with what seemed like insane glee.
"The attack you are pulling off absorbs a large amount of Mana, and drains much of your own to power it, although it is extremely deadly, doing damage to the specification of 'group' rather than to a limit of enemies. It is, as far as we know, almost a one of a kind chip to be able to do such a form of damage." The prissy voice analyzed the attack, but 'Seraphim' didn't really care. He'd burst through whatever barriers held him back, he'd destroy it and reach the promised land he wanted to find.
"TIME IS NOW." The toneless voiced roared, informing him that his attack was fully charged and ready to be executed.
"Elec! Breaker!" The navi screamed out, the words torn from his throat as he brought the blade down with a crash into the ground, sending waves of electricity through the ground. He shot a finger up, pointing at the heavens before bringing it down with the smash of light all around him, the resulting sound following a second or two after, too late to catch Seraphim.
Erin continued to nearly throw chips into the PET, then bit her knuckles, wishing she could do more than that. She was helpless to otherwise help her navi. He had become rather serious over- battle, she supposed. She shook her head, then looked over the PET. There had to be something she could do. She stared at the battle, amazed at what Seraphim could do when he put his mind to it. It didn't seem like him not to joke around though. Well, at least he was fighting seriously, Erin decided while looking at the door. It was nearly time for dinner, wasn't it? Had time gone that quickly? Looking at her half-finished lunch tray, and then at the clock near the closet- She supposed so.
"ACTIVATING TARGETING SYSTEMS- SEEKING ENEMIES- ENEMIES FOUND- TARGETING..." The voice trailed off, possibly unable to locate the enemies, possibly unable to target them. They were corrupt pieces of crap, after all. Who knew if they could even properly think any more? They weren't Monsters, even. They had lost their humani-monsterality, their essence no longer seemed there. They had succumbed to the beast that continued to possess the lot.
"Are you quite sure you don't run on Nanohard 95?" The other voice asked rather vindictively, seeming rather annoyed, "In any case, those enemies are victims of the previous corruption. As I'm not like targeterboy, I can see them perfectly, and am compiling their weaknesses. I already relayed their base elemental weaknesses due to their elemental makeup, and previous knowledge, but the glitched metools will be a severe problem."
"I don't like this... If there's plenty of small guys, the big boss has to come from somewhere... And that black stuff kept creeping out of metmonsters. What if-" The arrogant voice suddenly acquired a hint of humility as it continued, "they- Combine? ...
"They can't hurt you to the point where you die unless you're severely careless. ... Don't be severely careless. Now, do your job and- No regrets." The feminine voice left off at that, leaving 'Seraphim' with more questions than answers.
'No Regrets'. Echoed throughout 'Seraphim's' head. Would he truly have 'No regrets'? Well, he might eventually have no regrets, but right now- He had things to do. He had to do what he had to do as a Hero. He was doing that Fool's job, after all. The navi slid to a stop, then leapt at the boomers, drawing the gun-mesh-sword once more and blasting at the wood-based monsters with quick fiery bursts. He fanned the trigger with his thumb, finally flipping the gun back and opening the chamber with one hand, dragging the oversized blade forth with another.
He brought the blade up and across in one swift motion, sheathing the sword-mesh-gun with one hand while slashing with the other. The brutal attack was swift and deadly as the navi slashed at the viruses with a literally flaming blade. His flurry was only matched by his free hand lashing out and snapping its fingers. A small arc of electricity arced between his thumb and index finger before he drew a line down the incandescent flames, causing their iridescence to be replaced by harsher electricity. The brighter, now crackling blade was held high above the navi's head for a moment. None of the personalities realized what 'Seraphim' was going to do before- it was far too late to stop him.
"Mega-[b][/b][b][/b]"
"What-" Erin was cut off by the sudden static coming from the PET, and she clamped her hands over her ears before realizing- That wasn't static. That was the electricity buzzing. What was Seraphim doing?!
"Your current course is unwise, and I do not suggest it, as it could seriously injure yourself if you are left without your oversized weapon." The voice was slightly panicked, but held a tone of control that still couldn't pierce 'Seraphim's' mental armor.
"Magbolt-[b][/b][b][/b]"
The blade purely consisted of constantly arcing electricity, and seemed more of a lance than a sword now.
"BREAKER!![b][/b][b][/b]"
There was a blast of light as the navi hurled the giant lance at the corrupt metool monsters. That blast encompassed the entire area for a moment before fading down to the normal lighting, the blade now embedded in the ground. The entire area around it was cratered and scorched, a memory of its flight.
[Seraphim's Actions]
1] Elecreel [80 Elec *2 (weakness)][Starfishgroup]
2] Phoenixshot [70 Fire *2 (weakness)][BoomerABC]
3] Firesword [80 Fire *2 (Weakness)][BoomerCDE]
4] Magbolt [90 Elec] [MetA]
5] Magbolt [90 Elec] [MetB]
6] Magbolt [90 Elec] [MetC]
[S.U's Actions]
1] Defend
*] Wind Dodge
[Passives]
1] Charged Regeneration [30 HP total]
2] 20 HP barrier, Knockback to enemy upon Attacking/Breakage
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Through an amazingly powerful assault, Seraphim manages to kill just about everything.
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The Metool scoffed. That kind of power... it had no use to him. He turned towards one of the two remaining Metools, and his sword came to him in a blinding flash.
As he charged forward, he never saw the growing mass of blackness behind him.
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Broomdude gaped at Seraphim's massively deadly assault, then pulled out a bomb of some sort. "That was awesome dude! Now watch this!" He pitched the bomb up into the air, then thwacked it with his broom, sending it flying. It hurtled through the air at an increasingly fervent pace, then thwacked against one of the two corrupted Metools remaining. The resulting explosion destroyed the creature.
Broomdude turned towards the Metool the group had picked up, smiling as he spoke. "Top that, du-..." Broomdude's face paled as he saw the same corruption that had taken him over swell up behind the tiny Metool, and he quickly screeched out a warning. "Look out, little dude!"
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The Metool jumped high above the last remaining opponent, then brought his sword down in what could only be called a great cleave. The strike managed to wound the corrupted creature, but failed to destroy it; the Metool readied his sword again, and brought it down in a second, swift strike, sundering it into oblivion.
"Look out, little dude!"
The Metool spun around quickly, but it was too late: A massive wave of black goo washed over him, encasing him entirely and separating him from Seraphim and Broomdude's line of view, the latter of which began to frantically fire upon the blob with a buster, screeching various cries about letting him go.
Then, with a sickening groan and a rumble, the blob seemingly imploded.
...But what remained was not the Metool that had accompanied Seraphim so far.
It's normally yellow boots and helmet had been dyed blacker than the darkest pitch, and the construction tape that lined it's hard hat had been dyed a startlingly sick yellow. The plus sign that normally stood in the center of the center of the helmet was now a weird X, it's tips pointed as opposed to the usual flat end of tape. The Metool's sword was now wholly sinister, as well; whereas before it had a single, straight edge and was a shimmering silver, it now appeared a dark, murky gray that held no shine whatsoever, and it's straight edge had become serrated. The Metool's cape and eyes had been twisted also... his eyes, normally a ferocious, passionate red, were now something... dark. And his cape, normally a flowing, azure blue, had been ripped and torn, and stained, now a muddled blue that would be barely worthy to be worn by even the dirtiest of homeless.
There was only one name for this wholly changed being that came to Seraphim's mind;
The Corrupted Hero.
--Metools--
#!@$ A: DELETED
$(*# B: DELETED
?"4\ C: DELETED
%+9 D: DELETED
&6!< E: DELETED
--Boomers--
$(^! A: DELETED
!#_} B: DELETED
6:,/ C: DELETED
^#@0 D: DELETED
_+)! E: DELETED
--Starfish--
)&() A: DELETED
O{;' B: DELETED
X\/?l C: DELETED
@%$& D: DELETED
_%$! E: DELETED
The Corrupted Hero: 2000
Broomdude: 74
Seraphim: 140
Support Program: 35
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The Metool scoffed. That kind of power... it had no use to him. He turned towards one of the two remaining Metools, and his sword came to him in a blinding flash.
As he charged forward, he never saw the growing mass of blackness behind him.
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Broomdude gaped at Seraphim's massively deadly assault, then pulled out a bomb of some sort. "That was awesome dude! Now watch this!" He pitched the bomb up into the air, then thwacked it with his broom, sending it flying. It hurtled through the air at an increasingly fervent pace, then thwacked against one of the two corrupted Metools remaining. The resulting explosion destroyed the creature.
Broomdude turned towards the Metool the group had picked up, smiling as he spoke. "Top that, du-..." Broomdude's face paled as he saw the same corruption that had taken him over swell up behind the tiny Metool, and he quickly screeched out a warning. "Look out, little dude!"
-----
The Metool jumped high above the last remaining opponent, then brought his sword down in what could only be called a great cleave. The strike managed to wound the corrupted creature, but failed to destroy it; the Metool readied his sword again, and brought it down in a second, swift strike, sundering it into oblivion.
"Look out, little dude!"
The Metool spun around quickly, but it was too late: A massive wave of black goo washed over him, encasing him entirely and separating him from Seraphim and Broomdude's line of view, the latter of which began to frantically fire upon the blob with a buster, screeching various cries about letting him go.
Then, with a sickening groan and a rumble, the blob seemingly imploded.
...But what remained was not the Metool that had accompanied Seraphim so far.
It's normally yellow boots and helmet had been dyed blacker than the darkest pitch, and the construction tape that lined it's hard hat had been dyed a startlingly sick yellow. The plus sign that normally stood in the center of the center of the helmet was now a weird X, it's tips pointed as opposed to the usual flat end of tape. The Metool's sword was now wholly sinister, as well; whereas before it had a single, straight edge and was a shimmering silver, it now appeared a dark, murky gray that held no shine whatsoever, and it's straight edge had become serrated. The Metool's cape and eyes had been twisted also... his eyes, normally a ferocious, passionate red, were now something... dark. And his cape, normally a flowing, azure blue, had been ripped and torn, and stained, now a muddled blue that would be barely worthy to be worn by even the dirtiest of homeless.
There was only one name for this wholly changed being that came to Seraphim's mind;
The Corrupted Hero.
--Metools--
#!@$ A: DELETED
$(*# B: DELETED
?"4\ C: DELETED
%+9 D: DELETED
&6!< E: DELETED
--Boomers--
$(^! A: DELETED
!#_} B: DELETED
6:,/ C: DELETED
^#@0 D: DELETED
_+)! E: DELETED
--Starfish--
)&() A: DELETED
O{;' B: DELETED
X\/?l C: DELETED
@%$& D: DELETED
_%$! E: DELETED
The Corrupted Hero: 2000
Broomdude: 74
Seraphim: 140
Support Program: 35
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'Seraphim' clutched at his chest. He couldn't feel his limbs. His heart hurt. His fingers were tingling, as if they had just regained circulation. His feet felt like lead, he could barely move his legs. His eyes- they felt like they were burning. And when he tried to swallow... his mouth was dry. Like paper. The air was caught in his throat, like the words he wished to speak. His voices had gone silent, each stunned in their own way by what had just happened. What- What lengths would this thing go to destroy that Seraphim's world? Why couldn't it just leave him alone? Why wouldn't it just die?! A dangerous light flared in 'Seraphim's' eyes, tears dripping from his cheeks, as he rubbed a sleeve across his face, sniffling slightly.
"HE HAS BEEN TAKEN OVER. HIS DATA HAS BEEN OVERLOADED, AND THE SYMPTOMS OF 'DATA FLOOD' HAVE OCCURRED. HE IS NOT WHAT HE ONCE WAS." The voice only confirmed what 'Seraphim' had realized. All it did was lower his head a bit further.
"What has happened to him is 'Data Flooding', where another entity takes over and either removes or subdues the presence of the other by simply overloading them with data. It is currently known under as a irreversable status, and only Seraphim has managed to defeat it with healing 'magicks', though the glitch-things seem to have adapted to this." All this talk was so unnecessary. Nothing could express his pain. He was only glad Seraphim would never know- never know that an ally had... just like that. Possessed.
"Aaaaargh! This makes me pissed! Beat'em up! Now! No mercy! Git over here! You corrupted bastard!" No surprises there. That particular voice was the opposite of what the navi was feeling. He just felt a deep sense of sorrow. Utter despair. But- Seraphim had held to his values. So would he. It was Seraphim's job to be the 'real hero' of the story. He supposed that he was just- a stand-in. He could be happy with that. He wouldn't let Seraphim down.
"God might forgive you for your stain upon the face of this beautiful earth, but-" the navi clenched a fist, raising it high, pointing it to the heavens and bringing it straight down in the corrupted metool's direction, "I will not." He paused for a second, looking up into the 'sky' of the net. The world that he knew. That Seraphim would be coming to know, was still learning about. He wouldn't let this blemish stay. He turned to his ally. And then looked up.
"Erin. Please. Give me the Escape subchip linked to the PET, and don't confirm it. Just send it to me." The navi's expression was rather cold, but was pleading her to listen.
"...A-all right, Seraphim." Erin was rather shaken by the sudden transformation of the Metool. She pulled the Escape subchip out of a compartment in her little bag of chips, and looked at it. She attached it to her navi, and he nodded his thanks, his eyes now focused downward. He looked at his companion, and gave him a smile.
"I'm happy for all the times you had together with Seraphim. Hopefully, you can have many more. But- You need to go to Erin's PET for now. I can't let anyone else-" He didn't want to say the words. It felt like it would confirm the brave hero's death. But- they were true. The Metool- He wasn't just a metool, he was a hero. A Metool Hero. The Metool Hero had died the second that blackened substance had consumed him.
"Go." He spoke, more tears coursing down his face.
"I must insist, that this is not the proper course to travel down upon. This is known as a last stand. It will almost certainly result in your ultimate failure and death." The voice echoed inside 'Seraphim's' head and the navi trembled with rage. He didn't care. Not anymore.
Shut up.
Shut up, shut up- SHUT UP!
"GO!" He yelled the words out, revealing the escape program and pressing it at the broom-wielding navi's chest- and activating it. He didn't wait to see the results, simply turning around and staring down the corrupted hero.
"I- I'm sorry. Just if there's anything left of you in there. I'm- really- I'm sorry. I'd just like to tell you that." He tried to wipe the tears away, to stop crying, but they just kept coming. He settled for letting them pour down, picking his giant blade up, drawing the gun-mesh-sword with the other hand.
"You-" He faltered slightly, then continued on, "Seraphim has to stay asleep. I'm not sure I'll last this entire battle. Something- or another might happen. Go get the newcomer. I'm sure he's been... heheh... acquainting himself. You might even find some- kinship with him. Go get him. Be sure to hurry."" The navi spoke with hope, it was small, and fragile hope... But it was hope nonetheless.
"You can count on me. Just keep those comboes rockin', boyo!" The voice claimed, seeming to fade into the distance and eventually winking out.
"I apologize for my earlier outburst. I will go." The short apology made the navi feel slightly better, and that voice winked out too, after a short time.
"I SHALL GO. DO NOT LOSE." The voice, toneless and loud, grated on his nerves.
Of course. Who the hell do you think I am?
"I'm done talking to myself. You are dead. For what you've done. For what you're planning to do. For your existence. Just hope you know that." 'Seraphim' whipped his arm out, pointing at the corrupted hero, firing his weapon again and again. He triggered pillars of flame with the first blast, incinerating the terrain around the metool and sending a blast straight at the thing. It was barely aimed, and just meant to wreak havoc, destruction- and was fueled with anger and rage. The blistering heat whirled past the uncaring navi, basting the area around him, draining the scraggling netgrass of any life.
The second was with different feelings, hope, and sadness. Firing bursts of energy, 'Seraphim' felt his feet suddenly bouyant with the winds. He was actually floating above the ground, just slightly. He skated backward, nodding his thanks to the unknown benefactor. The energy bursts were in a pair, streaming through the air, and letting off a faint scent of popped corn as they swerved through the air in an arc. So those were the things to carry hope? The navi smirked. He flipped the chamber out and stared at the bullets remaining. None. A big fat zero.
"It's not over yet!" He yelled desparately, the large blade swerving around as he threw himself at the monster. He- Didn't want to see this thing. He didn't even want to look at it any more. It was the representation of what he didn't want to know anymore.
What he didn't want to face anymore.
This thing had caused the bouyant hero to fall to pieces.
Would it make him do it too?
"Can't go a second without me, can't you, mister?" The voice echoed in 'Seraphim's' mind, resulting in a slight flinch.
"...I guess I can't. Did you bring him?" The voices all clamored for his attention. He skated away from the thing, as they all responded in the affirmative, not hearing each each other, but all saying it in their way.
"Welcome- Magician." for one of the very few times he had done so, 'Seraphim' smiled. Now-
Now they were just getting started.
[Seraphim's Actions]
1] Escape [Targeting Broomdude]
2] Phoenixshot [70 Fire] [The Corrupted Hero]
3] Cornshot [50*2 Wood] [The Corrupted Hero]
4] Widesword [80 Null] [The Corrupted Hero]
5] Widesword [80 Null] [The Corrupted Hero]
6] Prepped Dodge
[Support Unit's Actions]
1] Attack [10 Null] [The Corrupted Hero]
*] Assist Dodge with wind
[Passives]
1] Parry [20 HP barrier, Knockback if attacked]
2] Cure [Regen 5*6 Heal, Targeting SU]
"HE HAS BEEN TAKEN OVER. HIS DATA HAS BEEN OVERLOADED, AND THE SYMPTOMS OF 'DATA FLOOD' HAVE OCCURRED. HE IS NOT WHAT HE ONCE WAS." The voice only confirmed what 'Seraphim' had realized. All it did was lower his head a bit further.
"What has happened to him is 'Data Flooding', where another entity takes over and either removes or subdues the presence of the other by simply overloading them with data. It is currently known under as a irreversable status, and only Seraphim has managed to defeat it with healing 'magicks', though the glitch-things seem to have adapted to this." All this talk was so unnecessary. Nothing could express his pain. He was only glad Seraphim would never know- never know that an ally had... just like that. Possessed.
"Aaaaargh! This makes me pissed! Beat'em up! Now! No mercy! Git over here! You corrupted bastard!" No surprises there. That particular voice was the opposite of what the navi was feeling. He just felt a deep sense of sorrow. Utter despair. But- Seraphim had held to his values. So would he. It was Seraphim's job to be the 'real hero' of the story. He supposed that he was just- a stand-in. He could be happy with that. He wouldn't let Seraphim down.
"God might forgive you for your stain upon the face of this beautiful earth, but-" the navi clenched a fist, raising it high, pointing it to the heavens and bringing it straight down in the corrupted metool's direction, "I will not." He paused for a second, looking up into the 'sky' of the net. The world that he knew. That Seraphim would be coming to know, was still learning about. He wouldn't let this blemish stay. He turned to his ally. And then looked up.
"Erin. Please. Give me the Escape subchip linked to the PET, and don't confirm it. Just send it to me." The navi's expression was rather cold, but was pleading her to listen.
"...A-all right, Seraphim." Erin was rather shaken by the sudden transformation of the Metool. She pulled the Escape subchip out of a compartment in her little bag of chips, and looked at it. She attached it to her navi, and he nodded his thanks, his eyes now focused downward. He looked at his companion, and gave him a smile.
"I'm happy for all the times you had together with Seraphim. Hopefully, you can have many more. But- You need to go to Erin's PET for now. I can't let anyone else-" He didn't want to say the words. It felt like it would confirm the brave hero's death. But- they were true. The Metool- He wasn't just a metool, he was a hero. A Metool Hero. The Metool Hero had died the second that blackened substance had consumed him.
"Go." He spoke, more tears coursing down his face.
"I must insist, that this is not the proper course to travel down upon. This is known as a last stand. It will almost certainly result in your ultimate failure and death." The voice echoed inside 'Seraphim's' head and the navi trembled with rage. He didn't care. Not anymore.
Shut up.
Shut up, shut up- SHUT UP!
"GO!" He yelled the words out, revealing the escape program and pressing it at the broom-wielding navi's chest- and activating it. He didn't wait to see the results, simply turning around and staring down the corrupted hero.
"I- I'm sorry. Just if there's anything left of you in there. I'm- really- I'm sorry. I'd just like to tell you that." He tried to wipe the tears away, to stop crying, but they just kept coming. He settled for letting them pour down, picking his giant blade up, drawing the gun-mesh-sword with the other hand.
"You-" He faltered slightly, then continued on, "Seraphim has to stay asleep. I'm not sure I'll last this entire battle. Something- or another might happen. Go get the newcomer. I'm sure he's been... heheh... acquainting himself. You might even find some- kinship with him. Go get him. Be sure to hurry."" The navi spoke with hope, it was small, and fragile hope... But it was hope nonetheless.
"You can count on me. Just keep those comboes rockin', boyo!" The voice claimed, seeming to fade into the distance and eventually winking out.
"I apologize for my earlier outburst. I will go." The short apology made the navi feel slightly better, and that voice winked out too, after a short time.
"I SHALL GO. DO NOT LOSE." The voice, toneless and loud, grated on his nerves.
Of course. Who the hell do you think I am?
"I'm done talking to myself. You are dead. For what you've done. For what you're planning to do. For your existence. Just hope you know that." 'Seraphim' whipped his arm out, pointing at the corrupted hero, firing his weapon again and again. He triggered pillars of flame with the first blast, incinerating the terrain around the metool and sending a blast straight at the thing. It was barely aimed, and just meant to wreak havoc, destruction- and was fueled with anger and rage. The blistering heat whirled past the uncaring navi, basting the area around him, draining the scraggling netgrass of any life.
The second was with different feelings, hope, and sadness. Firing bursts of energy, 'Seraphim' felt his feet suddenly bouyant with the winds. He was actually floating above the ground, just slightly. He skated backward, nodding his thanks to the unknown benefactor. The energy bursts were in a pair, streaming through the air, and letting off a faint scent of popped corn as they swerved through the air in an arc. So those were the things to carry hope? The navi smirked. He flipped the chamber out and stared at the bullets remaining. None. A big fat zero.
"It's not over yet!" He yelled desparately, the large blade swerving around as he threw himself at the monster. He- Didn't want to see this thing. He didn't even want to look at it any more. It was the representation of what he didn't want to know anymore.
What he didn't want to face anymore.
This thing had caused the bouyant hero to fall to pieces.
Would it make him do it too?
"Can't go a second without me, can't you, mister?" The voice echoed in 'Seraphim's' mind, resulting in a slight flinch.
"...I guess I can't. Did you bring him?" The voices all clamored for his attention. He skated away from the thing, as they all responded in the affirmative, not hearing each each other, but all saying it in their way.
"Welcome- Magician." for one of the very few times he had done so, 'Seraphim' smiled. Now-
Now they were just getting started.
[Seraphim's Actions]
1] Escape [Targeting Broomdude]
2] Phoenixshot [70 Fire] [The Corrupted Hero]
3] Cornshot [50*2 Wood] [The Corrupted Hero]
4] Widesword [80 Null] [The Corrupted Hero]
5] Widesword [80 Null] [The Corrupted Hero]
6] Prepped Dodge
[Support Unit's Actions]
1] Attack [10 Null] [The Corrupted Hero]
*] Assist Dodge with wind
[Passives]
1] Parry [20 HP barrier, Knockback if attacked]
2] Cure [Regen 5*6 Heal, Targeting SU]
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Broomdude's shocked face vanished after but a mere moment, the Escape subchip having worked quickly and efficiently to pull the navi out of this... rather sticky situation.
The Corrupted Hero dodged the initial burst of fire, but was struck by the two Cornshot pellets afterwards. It rushed forward, snarling some incomprehensible gibberish-- only to be caught by Seraphim's first Widesword swing. It parried the second swing, and then struck out with a slash of it's own; the slash found no purchase, instead opting to fill the air the blade touched with glitches... that quickly disappeared.
...And then reappeared in various places around the battlefield, seemingly at random.
Crap.
The Corrupted Hero lashed out at Seraphim again, but this time the hit was absorbed by his barrier, sending the buggy little warrior flying. Backwards.
--Metools--
#!@$ A: DELETED
$(*# B: DELETED
?"4\ C: DELETED
%+9 D: DELETED
&6!< E: DELETED
--Boomers--
$(^! A: DELETED
!#_} B: DELETED
6:,/ C: DELETED
^#@0 D: DELETED
_+)! E: DELETED
--Starfish--
)&() A: DELETED
O{;' B: DELETED
X\/?l C: DELETED
@%$& D: DELETED
_%$! E: DELETED
The Corrupted Hero: 1810
Broomdude: Escaped!
Seraphim: 140
Support Program: 60
Terrain: Cliff behind Seraphim, otherwise flat, normal terrain. <WARNING, AREA IS HIGHLY CORRUPTED. EXERCISE CAUTION TO AVOID GLITCHES.>
The Corrupted Hero dodged the initial burst of fire, but was struck by the two Cornshot pellets afterwards. It rushed forward, snarling some incomprehensible gibberish-- only to be caught by Seraphim's first Widesword swing. It parried the second swing, and then struck out with a slash of it's own; the slash found no purchase, instead opting to fill the air the blade touched with glitches... that quickly disappeared.
...And then reappeared in various places around the battlefield, seemingly at random.
Crap.
The Corrupted Hero lashed out at Seraphim again, but this time the hit was absorbed by his barrier, sending the buggy little warrior flying. Backwards.
--Metools--
#!@$ A: DELETED
$(*# B: DELETED
?"4\ C: DELETED
%+9 D: DELETED
&6!< E: DELETED
--Boomers--
$(^! A: DELETED
!#_} B: DELETED
6:,/ C: DELETED
^#@0 D: DELETED
_+)! E: DELETED
--Starfish--
)&() A: DELETED
O{;' B: DELETED
X\/?l C: DELETED
@%$& D: DELETED
_%$! E: DELETED
The Corrupted Hero: 1810
Broomdude: Escaped!
Seraphim: 140
Support Program: 60
Terrain: Cliff behind Seraphim, otherwise flat, normal terrain. <WARNING, AREA IS HIGHLY CORRUPTED. EXERCISE CAUTION TO AVOID GLITCHES.>
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The clash of battle went on, the metool countering a hit with a hit, the swords clanging off each other, a reactionary attack that sent the corrupted one flying backward and fairly out of melee range. Just enough time to catch a quick monologue. Or rather, with all the
voices- a commitee.
"Oi! Don't call me Magician, call me 'Bro'!" The voice called
out, as Seraphim.exe's model shifted to that of yet another one, the sleeves of the coat becoming bandages around the shoulders, the coat lengthening and becoming one piece, the collar becoming neater and folded over- And a design formed on the back, a skull with strange glasses shaped like a V, an emblazoned flame in the background, seeming to shift in the suddenly blowing wind. The gauntlets reformatted, enhancing and lining the entire model with metal parts, rather than only the top of the hand and fingers being metal. A small octagon appeared in the center of the gloves, reading "00:00." The normally baggy leggings and boots shifted, the boots becoming similar in appearance to loafers, looking quite strange with their metal soles. The pants became black slacks, and crossed belts helped them to keep in place. The coat's front was emblazoned with a half M on either side, the opened coat creating the illusion it was merely a design. He wore no undershirt, showing off a 'manly' chest for all who wished to see- and did not wish to see, for that matter. The lower abdomen was also tightly wrapped in bandages, and finally- A choker appeared around the navi's neck, with a clock displaying
"12:00."
"Now that's what I call a man! He could do a forty hit combo and not even sweat! He could pierce through the heavens with a single punch!" The amazed voice choked out words, then was silent in something like a reverent awe.
"He seems to be evolving! What will you do?" The other voice was simply annoyance, speaking and being ignored entirely.
"HE DOES NOT APPEAR TO HAVE A RANGED WEAPON. YET, THE BEST STRATEGY WOULD BE A RANGED WEAPON. WHY IS THIS OCCURING?" It was true it would be best to use a ranged weapon, but the navi didn't need that. He would punch through reason.
The new 'Seraphim's' hair was spikier than normal, the antennae-like protrusion tilted to the front, looking somewhat like a 'normal', if that could be used to describe such hair. Inside one of the gauntlet's grasps... was a pair of simple goggles. They weren't swimming goggles, but metal-lined ones, with a flexible cloth band to bind them to one's
head.
"You- can call me Melee. After all, scum like you doesn't deserve to call me Brother!" With that, he pulled the goggles over his head, and let them dangle from his neck. Raising the gauntleted hands, he smashed them together, then presented them both out.
"My flaming spirit will crush you! There's no question of that!"
Thumping a fist against his manly chest, he placed the gauntlets together and a faint 'click' resounded. The octagons flashed, then read "00:10."
"I'm still at that level, eh?" The navi raised a hand up, clenching it, then opened it, letting the remnants of floating ashes fly by. Everything- seemed so slow. No. It wasn't that. It was just him. He was just going too fast.
" In approximately 08 seconds, your overdrive will cease functioning, and side effects will occur. These may involve nausea, delusions of grandeur, significant pain, coughing, dry mouth, or even death." The analyzing voice slightly annoyed the navi, but he ignored it. He didn't have the time to argue. It was right. Keeping this active could indeed result in his eventual death.
"The spirit of a man cannot let that thing go! Let us go forth! Triple Combo with the fist of hundreds! Right, diagonal right up, up, diagonal left up, left, A! For a super-fireball, then follow it up with a series of A, B, A, B, then another down, diagonal right, right, B! Then-" The voice kept laughing out a huge series of 'comboes', but Melee was no longer listening.
"No matter! Overdrive of the burning spirit! Drive on!" Melee lashed out with a single gloved fist, the hand seemingly disappearing for a second, then reappearing at its full extent.
"BEGINNING TARGETING PROCESSES. TIME " The voice spoke succinctly. Just what Melee needed on his plate.
00:06
"There'll never be enough time. But I'll just make more!" With that, Melee lunged at his foe, his entire body beginning to flare with not a burning soul, but the flare of friction causing his clothes to burn, the gloves to steam out and fire blazing between those fingers.
Erin yawned. Seraphim wasn't done yet? She had been throwing a couple chips each time it had asked for more, but had turned the audio off a bit ago. As well as the visuals. She was getting rather sleepy. Especially after the pills. She yawned once more, then flipped the audio on, as well as the visuals, seeing a navi that barely looked like her own, with blackened hair, a symbol on the back of an overcoat that looked like a gang's emblem, and- the only way she could tell it was Seraphim was that he was on fire. Wait. What had happened last with her navi? She remembered... The metool. The ridiculous broom-wielding navi. Did the metool have a cape? No. No, it couldn't be that- Shit. She rummaged around through her chips. There were nearly none left. Most of the powerful ones had already been used.
"Seraphim! What are you doing?! Where's that broomdude? What happened to the Metool?" She asked, bewildered, tired, and slightly confused.
"Take this! I can hear you, your Erinness! I'd like some 'spells' if that wouldn't be too troubling! We can talk about what happened to my allies at a later time." The voice grew intimidating at the word 'later', and Erin, slightly nervous, obeyed.
"..." Erin didn't speak, looking at the 'ERROR' symbol flashing. She flipped the view of the PET screen, looking at her navi dashing into battle with a fiery fist ready to attack the enemy.
"Wha's-th-matter?" The words were slurred as he sped up, his actions becoming quicker and quicker- but nimble and careful to avoid those areas designated by the blurring glitches around them. He lashed forth with a fist, then leapt back slightly, the flames on his body all gathering into his right fist.
"I'll break through your damned shell-" The navi raised the fist higher as Erin slid in chip after chip, only to have each one be rejected.
"With all the power courage lends me! With the power singing through my veins-" He plunged the fist down, as crackling energy flowed around it for a second, then a great crack occured, hurling the navi backward. The fist's gauntlet was now venting steam at a rate more than triple before, and the navi himself didn't appear to know what happened to it.
"Is there like- some sort of sound barrier he just broke in the freaking net?" Erin asked indreculously, knowing it wasn't possible to have broken a sound barrier in the net- right? The entire net moved faster than the speed of light- right? Right?
"I will defeat you![font=impact][/font]"
00:00
[Seraphim's Actions]
1] M.E.L.E.E. Synthesis [+10 to Fire Chips, [color=red]Fire[/color] Element, Break Subtype, Access to 'MachSpeed!']
2] 'MachSpeed!' [[i]Haste[/i] for 1 Round, 2 instances of Tactical Movement] [2 Turn Cooldown]
3] Widesword [80 Null] [The Corrupted Hero]
4] Charge
5] Charge
6] Charge Shot [96 [color=red]Fire[/color] +Break subtype ability]
[Support Unit's Actions]
1] (MP Rage): [Signature Freeze 1 on 'MachSpeed!']
*] Assist Dodge with wind
[Passives]
1] Parry [20 HP barrier, Knockback if attacked]
2] Cure [Regen 5*6 Heal, Targeting Self
[Cooldowns]
1] 'MachSpeed!' [2 TCD - 1 TCD (MP Rage) = 1 TCD]
2] (MP Rage) [1 TCD]
voices- a commitee.
"Oi! Don't call me Magician, call me 'Bro'!" The voice called
out, as Seraphim.exe's model shifted to that of yet another one, the sleeves of the coat becoming bandages around the shoulders, the coat lengthening and becoming one piece, the collar becoming neater and folded over- And a design formed on the back, a skull with strange glasses shaped like a V, an emblazoned flame in the background, seeming to shift in the suddenly blowing wind. The gauntlets reformatted, enhancing and lining the entire model with metal parts, rather than only the top of the hand and fingers being metal. A small octagon appeared in the center of the gloves, reading "00:00." The normally baggy leggings and boots shifted, the boots becoming similar in appearance to loafers, looking quite strange with their metal soles. The pants became black slacks, and crossed belts helped them to keep in place. The coat's front was emblazoned with a half M on either side, the opened coat creating the illusion it was merely a design. He wore no undershirt, showing off a 'manly' chest for all who wished to see- and did not wish to see, for that matter. The lower abdomen was also tightly wrapped in bandages, and finally- A choker appeared around the navi's neck, with a clock displaying
"12:00."
"Now that's what I call a man! He could do a forty hit combo and not even sweat! He could pierce through the heavens with a single punch!" The amazed voice choked out words, then was silent in something like a reverent awe.
"He seems to be evolving! What will you do?" The other voice was simply annoyance, speaking and being ignored entirely.
"HE DOES NOT APPEAR TO HAVE A RANGED WEAPON. YET, THE BEST STRATEGY WOULD BE A RANGED WEAPON. WHY IS THIS OCCURING?" It was true it would be best to use a ranged weapon, but the navi didn't need that. He would punch through reason.
The new 'Seraphim's' hair was spikier than normal, the antennae-like protrusion tilted to the front, looking somewhat like a 'normal', if that could be used to describe such hair. Inside one of the gauntlet's grasps... was a pair of simple goggles. They weren't swimming goggles, but metal-lined ones, with a flexible cloth band to bind them to one's
head.
"You- can call me Melee. After all, scum like you doesn't deserve to call me Brother!" With that, he pulled the goggles over his head, and let them dangle from his neck. Raising the gauntleted hands, he smashed them together, then presented them both out.
"My flaming spirit will crush you! There's no question of that!"
Thumping a fist against his manly chest, he placed the gauntlets together and a faint 'click' resounded. The octagons flashed, then read "00:10."
"I'm still at that level, eh?" The navi raised a hand up, clenching it, then opened it, letting the remnants of floating ashes fly by. Everything- seemed so slow. No. It wasn't that. It was just him. He was just going too fast.
" In approximately 08 seconds, your overdrive will cease functioning, and side effects will occur. These may involve nausea, delusions of grandeur, significant pain, coughing, dry mouth, or even death." The analyzing voice slightly annoyed the navi, but he ignored it. He didn't have the time to argue. It was right. Keeping this active could indeed result in his eventual death.
"The spirit of a man cannot let that thing go! Let us go forth! Triple Combo with the fist of hundreds! Right, diagonal right up, up, diagonal left up, left, A! For a super-fireball, then follow it up with a series of A, B, A, B, then another down, diagonal right, right, B! Then-" The voice kept laughing out a huge series of 'comboes', but Melee was no longer listening.
"No matter! Overdrive of the burning spirit! Drive on!" Melee lashed out with a single gloved fist, the hand seemingly disappearing for a second, then reappearing at its full extent.
"BEGINNING TARGETING PROCESSES. TIME " The voice spoke succinctly. Just what Melee needed on his plate.
00:06
"There'll never be enough time. But I'll just make more!" With that, Melee lunged at his foe, his entire body beginning to flare with not a burning soul, but the flare of friction causing his clothes to burn, the gloves to steam out and fire blazing between those fingers.
Erin yawned. Seraphim wasn't done yet? She had been throwing a couple chips each time it had asked for more, but had turned the audio off a bit ago. As well as the visuals. She was getting rather sleepy. Especially after the pills. She yawned once more, then flipped the audio on, as well as the visuals, seeing a navi that barely looked like her own, with blackened hair, a symbol on the back of an overcoat that looked like a gang's emblem, and- the only way she could tell it was Seraphim was that he was on fire. Wait. What had happened last with her navi? She remembered... The metool. The ridiculous broom-wielding navi. Did the metool have a cape? No. No, it couldn't be that- Shit. She rummaged around through her chips. There were nearly none left. Most of the powerful ones had already been used.
"Seraphim! What are you doing?! Where's that broomdude? What happened to the Metool?" She asked, bewildered, tired, and slightly confused.
"Take this! I can hear you, your Erinness! I'd like some 'spells' if that wouldn't be too troubling! We can talk about what happened to my allies at a later time." The voice grew intimidating at the word 'later', and Erin, slightly nervous, obeyed.
"..." Erin didn't speak, looking at the 'ERROR' symbol flashing. She flipped the view of the PET screen, looking at her navi dashing into battle with a fiery fist ready to attack the enemy.
"Wha's-th-matter?" The words were slurred as he sped up, his actions becoming quicker and quicker- but nimble and careful to avoid those areas designated by the blurring glitches around them. He lashed forth with a fist, then leapt back slightly, the flames on his body all gathering into his right fist.
"I'll break through your damned shell-" The navi raised the fist higher as Erin slid in chip after chip, only to have each one be rejected.
"With all the power courage lends me! With the power singing through my veins-" He plunged the fist down, as crackling energy flowed around it for a second, then a great crack occured, hurling the navi backward. The fist's gauntlet was now venting steam at a rate more than triple before, and the navi himself didn't appear to know what happened to it.
"Is there like- some sort of sound barrier he just broke in the freaking net?" Erin asked indreculously, knowing it wasn't possible to have broken a sound barrier in the net- right? The entire net moved faster than the speed of light- right? Right?
"I will defeat you![font=impact][/font]"
00:00
[Seraphim's Actions]
1] M.E.L.E.E. Synthesis [+10 to Fire Chips, [color=red]Fire[/color] Element, Break Subtype, Access to 'MachSpeed!']
2] 'MachSpeed!' [[i]Haste[/i] for 1 Round, 2 instances of Tactical Movement] [2 Turn Cooldown]
3] Widesword [80 Null] [The Corrupted Hero]
4] Charge
5] Charge
6] Charge Shot [96 [color=red]Fire[/color] +Break subtype ability]
[Support Unit's Actions]
1] (MP Rage): [Signature Freeze 1 on 'MachSpeed!']
*] Assist Dodge with wind
[Passives]
1] Parry [20 HP barrier, Knockback if attacked]
2] Cure [Regen 5*6 Heal, Targeting Self
[Cooldowns]
1] 'MachSpeed!' [2 TCD - 1 TCD (MP Rage) = 1 TCD]
2] (MP Rage) [1 TCD]
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Seraphim lashes out with the Widesword, but the Corrupted Hero dodges the slice, retorting with one of his own- which is also dodged, Seraphim moving not quite on his own out of the way of the deadly strike. More glitches pour into the surrounding area.
Seraphim's charge shot hits the Corrupted Hero, who strikes out twice more at Seraphim; the first hit collides with the navi's barrier, knocking the Corrupted Hero back a small distance, but it quickly recovers and strikes again; this time striking true. (40)
--Metools--
#!@$ A: DELETED
$(*# B: DELETED
?"4\ C: DELETED
%+9 D: DELETED
&6!< E: DELETED
--Boomers--
$(^! A: DELETED
!#_} B: DELETED
6:,/ C: DELETED
^#@0 D: DELETED
_+)! E: DELETED
--Starfish--
)&() A: DELETED
O{;' B: DELETED
X\/?l C: DELETED
@%$& D: DELETED
_%$! E: DELETED
The Corrupted Hero: 1714
Broomdude: Escaped!
Seraphim: 130
Support Program: 60
Terrain: Cliff behind Seraphim, otherwise flat, normal terrain. <WARNING, AREA IS HIGHLY CORRUPTED. EXERCISE CAUTION TO AVOID GLITCHES.>
Seraphim's charge shot hits the Corrupted Hero, who strikes out twice more at Seraphim; the first hit collides with the navi's barrier, knocking the Corrupted Hero back a small distance, but it quickly recovers and strikes again; this time striking true. (40)
--Metools--
#!@$ A: DELETED
$(*# B: DELETED
?"4\ C: DELETED
%+9 D: DELETED
&6!< E: DELETED
--Boomers--
$(^! A: DELETED
!#_} B: DELETED
6:,/ C: DELETED
^#@0 D: DELETED
_+)! E: DELETED
--Starfish--
)&() A: DELETED
O{;' B: DELETED
X\/?l C: DELETED
@%$& D: DELETED
_%$! E: DELETED
The Corrupted Hero: 1714
Broomdude: Escaped!
Seraphim: 130
Support Program: 60
Terrain: Cliff behind Seraphim, otherwise flat, normal terrain. <WARNING, AREA IS HIGHLY CORRUPTED. EXERCISE CAUTION TO AVOID GLITCHES.>
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"So you managed to hit me, you piece of shit." Melee wiped the tiny river of blood stemming from his mouth with a gauntlet in a rough motion, sending droplets of virtual blood flying. The navi turned to the side, spitting out phlegm and blood. He sighed, raising his fists. His time had run out, and the meter read zero. What the day would bring, only luck would decide. Luck, strategy and- Grit. Licking his lips, Melee smiled. He knew what he'd have to do. He would have to make a path with courage, a fist presented for him, for the future.
"You have taken slight amounts of damage, this indicates a lack of proficiency in one of the following areas or more. You may need to improve your overall performance in acrobatics, speed, dodging, or even maneuverability." The voice was simply ignored. He didn't need to dodge everything to bring the new glitchy boss down. Its possession of his friend, however- Was unforgivable.
"Erin. Remember the Metool. He was a Hero. He was in the line of combat and was subsumed by the infectious glitches floating around." Melee clenched a fist, and raised it up into the air. The navi shut his eyes, which were brimming over with tears as he shook his head hard, letting the droplets flow down his cheeks, but throwing some off as well. He opened his eyes. They were cold and hard.
"I didn't-" Erin attempted to apologize for the death of the Metool Hero, but was cut off by Seraphim's newest incarnation. She made a sound that sounded like an attempted interruption, but ceased when she saw Seraphim was quite serious. Erin listened quietly, running a hand through her hair and placing it behind her ear as she struggled to comprehend the navi's strange words.
"He was an ordinary Metool that tried his best. Just like Seraphim. He just wasn't strong enough against this stuff. Seraphim nearly fell to it- and the Hero did. The Metool Hero-..." Melee stopped off at that, throwing out his fist at The Corrupted Hero, letting a single finger flick out to indicate the subject of his speech.
"A NOBLE ONE, HE SACRIFICED HIMSELF FOR A GRAND CAUSE. HE WISHED TO FREE HIS KIND. UNFORTUNATELY, HE FAILED." While true, it was grating, and minimized the sacrifice of the Metool Hero. Melee ignored the voice, clenching a gauntlet so tightly he thought it might break.
"You mean- That thing is what happened to the-" Again, she was cut off, but this time she just stared in horror at what this strange material could do. If it had almost truly done that to Seraphim, she had nearly lost her navi. She didn't pay attention to the strange ways of referring to himself that Seraphim was using- She had almost lost her navi to that- Pile of Glitches.
"The Metool Hero is no longer- No- Not just the Metool Hero. He's more than just that. My Brother is no longer here. He's dead. You killed him. " Melee paused, taking a grip on the pair of goggles hanging around his neck. He stretched out the end, and held the front in place, pulling it upward and letting them snap into place. He wiped the dying streams of tears with the bandages that bound his upper arms, then stared at his foe with his goggled eyes.
"...Seraphim..." Erin could sympathize, just lightly, in a rather selfish manner. She had lost the proper use of her legs through the marrow transplant that might have otherwise saved her. She had liked to walk around. And now she was confined to this stupid bed, this stupid room. She had lost all those things she had liked to do best- and eventually... her best friends stopped coming. They called. Then that stopped too. Her parents didn't even try to care anymore. They had gotten Seraphim from a company making experimental navis seeking funding years ago, then shoved it off onto her for her birthday after finding it again. They thought she'd enjoy it. After they couldn't figure out how to work it. Well- She had gotten her friend. Seraphim had just lost one of his.
"A monologue can continue from anywhere from 1-4 minutes without interruption by either the enemy or an attack. How long your monologue will stretch for determines how strong your attacks are in relative comparison, however. This may be related to a passive 'charging' up of the attack while speaking." The voice was completely ignored, shoved to the side. It didn't even matter. He was just speaking what his conscience told him to.
"HEART, FIRE, WIND- WITH TWO MORE, WE CAN FORM THE ULTIMATE ATTACK." The voice had obviously gone crazy, and was thus ignored, as the final voice simply waited for the next assault upon the boss.
"...He lives on within me. I will never forget the Metool Hero who died bravely, and he will live in my heart, and my soul!" Seraphim hit a gauntlet against his bared chest, staring at his foe with determination. He continued his monologue bravely, a requiem for the hero that once stood beside Seraphim, "He will urge Seraphim on when he stumbles and fall, and he will remain a member of Seraphim's party. He will always be there when there needs be another hero, because if needed, there will always be another hero. One to take up the banner of the Hero and save that day. Me- I'll take that banner, regardless of whether or not I'm already a 'Hero' already. But me?" Melee paused, then continued his speech.
"I'm me. A piece of Seraphim. I'm a part of Seraphim, the Fool!" Melee shouted out proudly his proclamation, beginning softly and ending with a shout. He dropped into his fighting stance as tears continued to well up, slowly leaking form the goggles steadily.
"If there's an enemy in my way-" Melee yelled, charging the foe with his fists at the ready-
"I'll just break through it!"
He blasted out at The Corrupted Hero, actually grabbing at it and making an attempt to slam his face into it, the slight dust concealing what he was grappling slightly, and he drew back his head, and threw it forward, blasting his forehead into what he was grabbing. It hurt even with his goggles on. Melee didn't particularly care, though. He would see this fight out to its end. Blood thickly dripped down from his forehead as he slowly drew a fist back, certain parts of it clicking open and buzzing.
"Yes! Brute force! My disciple, you have finally seen the way! Continue that up with a triple hitter combo!" The voice echoed out in Melee's slightly confused brain, causing the navi to shake his head to clear it.
"With my fists-" Melee roared out, in his enemy's face.
He jabbed out at his foe, the electricity buzzing and discharging all around, some coming awfully close to hitting Melee, but it barely missed. It focused into one burst, blasting out as he threw his fist out. The click of the gauntlet occurred, securing the parts back into place as he continued his brash yelling.
"Right! Now follow your attack up with a double-tap A and two forwards, pursue, pursue! The voice chanted out like mantra the advice it spoke, the navi partially ignored the words, but took them to heart at the same time. He couldn't let this chance go.
"I'll tear myself a fate! It doesn't matter what tries to stop me!"
The gauntlet was already pulled back, not buzzing with electricity, just with brute force as it surged forward. It wasn't a jab, nor an uppercut. It was a roundhouse. A roundhouse with all the navi could muster, making that attack to try break through the new boss' considerable defenses with a simple punch. A simple punch which carried much of the brute's power. Feelings. Emotion. No matter how one wished to say it, that punch carried a lot of the current mood of Melee with it.
"This is my justice! The justice of my burning soul! My fist- flaming with my true feelings... Meets your face, scum!" Melee lashed out, his fist scraping along the ground, and igniting into a ball of fire, this particular strike an uppercut as the navi brutally drew the low-riding curled hand upward. A crude attack, but one nonetheless.
"It's beautiful to behold! The manliness! The action! It's not just beautiful, it's simply Panoramific! The voice was enraptured by the navi's actions, not even attempting to advise any longer, just observing and making 'ooh' and 'aaah' remarks where appropriate.
"Never give up! Keep on trying, Metool Hero! I know your spirit can win against this stupid crap! It even looks like poo! You can defeat its scummy ways with your similarly burning soul... So keep on going! Tear your own path with your pickax and keep going for the future! Believe in me who believes in you, Metool Hero!" The navi yelled out, hoping beyond hope that the Metool's spirit could still hear him, could help him, could retake his body.
"Watch me as I make my own path! I'll take you with me, and show you all the things we should have seen!" Melee cried out, raising his fists and clasping them together, bringing them down in a haymaker, putting all his force, all his weight behind the blow, his gauntlets beginning to vent steam once more from the effort he was putting into the battle. Did the navi know no end to the assault? No! Not while his soul still had the slightest flame! Not while his heart still beat!
"Seraphim! I-..." Erin really, really didn't want to say it. It went against her grain, her entire way. But- after what Seraphim had just done, she doubted she could decide any differently than this. This would be her choice.
"I believe in you! Keep trying !"
[Seraphim's Actions]
1] Rageclaw [20 +[b]Break[/b] The Corrupted Hero] [20 Seraphim's Face]
2] Zapring [40 [i]Stun[/i] Elec]
3] Widesword [80 The Corrupted Hero]
4] Heatshot [50 The Corrupted Hero]
5] Widesword [80 The Corrupted Hero]
6] Widesword [80 The Corrupted Hero]
[Support Unit's Actions]
1] Dodge assist Seraphim
*] Assist Dodge with wind
[Passives]
1] Parry [20 HP barrier, Knockback if attacked]
2] Cure [Regen 5*6 Heal, Targeting Self]
[Cooldowns]
1] 'MachSpeed!' [0 TCD]
2] (MP Rage) [0 TCD]
"You have taken slight amounts of damage, this indicates a lack of proficiency in one of the following areas or more. You may need to improve your overall performance in acrobatics, speed, dodging, or even maneuverability." The voice was simply ignored. He didn't need to dodge everything to bring the new glitchy boss down. Its possession of his friend, however- Was unforgivable.
"Erin. Remember the Metool. He was a Hero. He was in the line of combat and was subsumed by the infectious glitches floating around." Melee clenched a fist, and raised it up into the air. The navi shut his eyes, which were brimming over with tears as he shook his head hard, letting the droplets flow down his cheeks, but throwing some off as well. He opened his eyes. They were cold and hard.
"I didn't-" Erin attempted to apologize for the death of the Metool Hero, but was cut off by Seraphim's newest incarnation. She made a sound that sounded like an attempted interruption, but ceased when she saw Seraphim was quite serious. Erin listened quietly, running a hand through her hair and placing it behind her ear as she struggled to comprehend the navi's strange words.
"He was an ordinary Metool that tried his best. Just like Seraphim. He just wasn't strong enough against this stuff. Seraphim nearly fell to it- and the Hero did. The Metool Hero-..." Melee stopped off at that, throwing out his fist at The Corrupted Hero, letting a single finger flick out to indicate the subject of his speech.
"A NOBLE ONE, HE SACRIFICED HIMSELF FOR A GRAND CAUSE. HE WISHED TO FREE HIS KIND. UNFORTUNATELY, HE FAILED." While true, it was grating, and minimized the sacrifice of the Metool Hero. Melee ignored the voice, clenching a gauntlet so tightly he thought it might break.
"You mean- That thing is what happened to the-" Again, she was cut off, but this time she just stared in horror at what this strange material could do. If it had almost truly done that to Seraphim, she had nearly lost her navi. She didn't pay attention to the strange ways of referring to himself that Seraphim was using- She had almost lost her navi to that- Pile of Glitches.
"The Metool Hero is no longer- No- Not just the Metool Hero. He's more than just that. My Brother is no longer here. He's dead. You killed him. " Melee paused, taking a grip on the pair of goggles hanging around his neck. He stretched out the end, and held the front in place, pulling it upward and letting them snap into place. He wiped the dying streams of tears with the bandages that bound his upper arms, then stared at his foe with his goggled eyes.
"...Seraphim..." Erin could sympathize, just lightly, in a rather selfish manner. She had lost the proper use of her legs through the marrow transplant that might have otherwise saved her. She had liked to walk around. And now she was confined to this stupid bed, this stupid room. She had lost all those things she had liked to do best- and eventually... her best friends stopped coming. They called. Then that stopped too. Her parents didn't even try to care anymore. They had gotten Seraphim from a company making experimental navis seeking funding years ago, then shoved it off onto her for her birthday after finding it again. They thought she'd enjoy it. After they couldn't figure out how to work it. Well- She had gotten her friend. Seraphim had just lost one of his.
"A monologue can continue from anywhere from 1-4 minutes without interruption by either the enemy or an attack. How long your monologue will stretch for determines how strong your attacks are in relative comparison, however. This may be related to a passive 'charging' up of the attack while speaking." The voice was completely ignored, shoved to the side. It didn't even matter. He was just speaking what his conscience told him to.
"HEART, FIRE, WIND- WITH TWO MORE, WE CAN FORM THE ULTIMATE ATTACK." The voice had obviously gone crazy, and was thus ignored, as the final voice simply waited for the next assault upon the boss.
"...He lives on within me. I will never forget the Metool Hero who died bravely, and he will live in my heart, and my soul!" Seraphim hit a gauntlet against his bared chest, staring at his foe with determination. He continued his monologue bravely, a requiem for the hero that once stood beside Seraphim, "He will urge Seraphim on when he stumbles and fall, and he will remain a member of Seraphim's party. He will always be there when there needs be another hero, because if needed, there will always be another hero. One to take up the banner of the Hero and save that day. Me- I'll take that banner, regardless of whether or not I'm already a 'Hero' already. But me?" Melee paused, then continued his speech.
"I'm me. A piece of Seraphim. I'm a part of Seraphim, the Fool!" Melee shouted out proudly his proclamation, beginning softly and ending with a shout. He dropped into his fighting stance as tears continued to well up, slowly leaking form the goggles steadily.
"If there's an enemy in my way-" Melee yelled, charging the foe with his fists at the ready-
"I'll just break through it!"
He blasted out at The Corrupted Hero, actually grabbing at it and making an attempt to slam his face into it, the slight dust concealing what he was grappling slightly, and he drew back his head, and threw it forward, blasting his forehead into what he was grabbing. It hurt even with his goggles on. Melee didn't particularly care, though. He would see this fight out to its end. Blood thickly dripped down from his forehead as he slowly drew a fist back, certain parts of it clicking open and buzzing.
"Yes! Brute force! My disciple, you have finally seen the way! Continue that up with a triple hitter combo!" The voice echoed out in Melee's slightly confused brain, causing the navi to shake his head to clear it.
"With my fists-" Melee roared out, in his enemy's face.
He jabbed out at his foe, the electricity buzzing and discharging all around, some coming awfully close to hitting Melee, but it barely missed. It focused into one burst, blasting out as he threw his fist out. The click of the gauntlet occurred, securing the parts back into place as he continued his brash yelling.
"Right! Now follow your attack up with a double-tap A and two forwards, pursue, pursue! The voice chanted out like mantra the advice it spoke, the navi partially ignored the words, but took them to heart at the same time. He couldn't let this chance go.
"I'll tear myself a fate! It doesn't matter what tries to stop me!"
The gauntlet was already pulled back, not buzzing with electricity, just with brute force as it surged forward. It wasn't a jab, nor an uppercut. It was a roundhouse. A roundhouse with all the navi could muster, making that attack to try break through the new boss' considerable defenses with a simple punch. A simple punch which carried much of the brute's power. Feelings. Emotion. No matter how one wished to say it, that punch carried a lot of the current mood of Melee with it.
"This is my justice! The justice of my burning soul! My fist- flaming with my true feelings... Meets your face, scum!" Melee lashed out, his fist scraping along the ground, and igniting into a ball of fire, this particular strike an uppercut as the navi brutally drew the low-riding curled hand upward. A crude attack, but one nonetheless.
"It's beautiful to behold! The manliness! The action! It's not just beautiful, it's simply Panoramific! The voice was enraptured by the navi's actions, not even attempting to advise any longer, just observing and making 'ooh' and 'aaah' remarks where appropriate.
"Never give up! Keep on trying, Metool Hero! I know your spirit can win against this stupid crap! It even looks like poo! You can defeat its scummy ways with your similarly burning soul... So keep on going! Tear your own path with your pickax and keep going for the future! Believe in me who believes in you, Metool Hero!" The navi yelled out, hoping beyond hope that the Metool's spirit could still hear him, could help him, could retake his body.
"Watch me as I make my own path! I'll take you with me, and show you all the things we should have seen!" Melee cried out, raising his fists and clasping them together, bringing them down in a haymaker, putting all his force, all his weight behind the blow, his gauntlets beginning to vent steam once more from the effort he was putting into the battle. Did the navi know no end to the assault? No! Not while his soul still had the slightest flame! Not while his heart still beat!
"Seraphim! I-..." Erin really, really didn't want to say it. It went against her grain, her entire way. But- after what Seraphim had just done, she doubted she could decide any differently than this. This would be her choice.
"I believe in you! Keep trying !"
[Seraphim's Actions]
1] Rageclaw [20 +[b]Break[/b] The Corrupted Hero] [20 Seraphim's Face]
2] Zapring [40 [i]Stun[/i] Elec]
3] Widesword [80 The Corrupted Hero]
4] Heatshot [50 The Corrupted Hero]
5] Widesword [80 The Corrupted Hero]
6] Widesword [80 The Corrupted Hero]
[Support Unit's Actions]
1] Dodge assist Seraphim
*] Assist Dodge with wind
[Passives]
1] Parry [20 HP barrier, Knockback if attacked]
2] Cure [Regen 5*6 Heal, Targeting Self]
[Cooldowns]
1] 'MachSpeed!' [0 TCD]
2] (MP Rage) [0 TCD]
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Sera- er... Meleephim's FACIAL IMPACT ATTACK manages to connect, the force of it nearly pushing the Corrupted Hero away; but he manages to hold on, connecting with a second blow, stunning it. Then a third, a a fourth, a fifth, and finally ending in a sixth blow-- which was parried, the Corrupted Hero slicing straight through Meleephim's hands to stab him in the face-
-only to be pushed back again by that accursed barrier instead. The corrupted thing steadied himself, then burst forward again, this time missing altogether with a second slice, filling the area with more glitches in his twisted blade's wake.
Seraphim nearly hits one, but his Support Program pushes him out of the way.
--Metools--
#!@$ A: DELETED
$(*# B: DELETED
?"4\ C: DELETED
%+9 D: DELETED
&6!< E: DELETED
--Boomers--
$(^! A: DELETED
!#_} B: DELETED
6:,/ C: DELETED
^#@0 D: DELETED
_+)! E: DELETED
--Starfish--
)&() A: DELETED
O{;' B: DELETED
X\/?l C: DELETED
@%$& D: DELETED
_%$! E: DELETED
The Corrupted Hero: 1354
Broomdude: Escaped!
Seraphim: 140
Support Program: 60
Terrain: Cliff behind Seraphim, otherwise flat, normal terrain. <WARNING, AREA IS 25% CORRUPTED. EXERCISE CAUTION TO AVOID GLITCHES.>
-only to be pushed back again by that accursed barrier instead. The corrupted thing steadied himself, then burst forward again, this time missing altogether with a second slice, filling the area with more glitches in his twisted blade's wake.
Seraphim nearly hits one, but his Support Program pushes him out of the way.
--Metools--
#!@$ A: DELETED
$(*# B: DELETED
?"4\ C: DELETED
%+9 D: DELETED
&6!< E: DELETED
--Boomers--
$(^! A: DELETED
!#_} B: DELETED
6:,/ C: DELETED
^#@0 D: DELETED
_+)! E: DELETED
--Starfish--
)&() A: DELETED
O{;' B: DELETED
X\/?l C: DELETED
@%$& D: DELETED
_%$! E: DELETED
The Corrupted Hero: 1354
Broomdude: Escaped!
Seraphim: 140
Support Program: 60
Terrain: Cliff behind Seraphim, otherwise flat, normal terrain. <WARNING, AREA IS 25% CORRUPTED. EXERCISE CAUTION TO AVOID GLITCHES.>
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Melee was bent over, his parry had knocked the metool back, sending it flying temporarily. The goggles didn't conceal his eyes enough to prevent the stream of tears from sight. It was always hard to fight an ally more than anything else. He clenched a gauntlet, then the other one, then pounded them together. He needed more power. He needed more power to protect everyone. He needed more- More.
"ROUTING POWER, 25% ROUTED. 'MACH SPEED' NOW AVAILABLE FOR USE." The voice resounded forth within Melee's body, and the navi's grim face shifted into a grin. He would now be ready to express-
"Gheh... The power of a burning soul resides within me! I call upon it now! Flaming Overload of a manly spirit! Mach Speed, drive on!" The navi ground his teeth, then smashed the gauntlets together again, and with a click, the clock was engaged. He needed to be faster. He needed to get better. He needed all the power he could get. He would go above and beyond to protect what he held dear. He would-
"It's combo time! Let's get straight to the music! This is the last dance!" The voice chanted out the one-liners like a mantra, only ceasing as the LED displays upon the gauntlets began beeping.
00:10
"You have approximately 10 seconds to express your wrath in terms of punches, kicks, and other forms of general violence. This time can only be 'extended' by either upgrading your power modules, or by excessive monologuing, as you will probably do anyway." The voice was just a bit sarcastic, but Melee took the timer as a reminder that he only had a certain amount of time to finish this particular job. If he didn't finish it within the time allotted to him, he would suffer the after-effects yet again.
"Again... there's just not enough time. Never enough time." The navi lashed out with a fist into space, creating a *crack* as it split the air like a whip. He grinned slightly. He'd take this challenge on for sure. He smiled through the sadness, through that overpowering hate he wanted to feel, and tossed what held him back to the side. He was through with going easy.
00:09
"What did the metool hero wish for, I wonder?" Melee asked whimsically, as he cracked his knuckles through the gauntlets. He let his emblazoned sleeveless coat flutter in the wind for a moment, then took if off. He tossed it to the side, where it landed with an audible thump. Now... he would have to do his best. In order to survive. In order to help others to survive. If there was a similarity between the images Seraphim had generated so far, it was- an overpowering urge to help. To aid people in their time of need. And at least- it was a good thing. Good and Evil were black and white, and that was what he lent to these figments. Although, it grew rather inconvenient when they blurred into shades of gray.
00:08
"Melee. Remember that name well, for it's the name of the one who will defeat you!" The navi announced the fact like it was already decided. He had already made his decision. He stood firm in his choice. If the metool hero could not resurface, then he would make that decision. The one for the many. ...Seraphim would have decided differently. But- He was not Seraphim. He may have been a piece of Seraphim from the start, but he didn't make the same decisions. If it was in order to save everyone else-
00:07
"Y'know- Metool- Let's have one last fight, okay? Let's make it a good one. I'll win, of course, but it's not the winner that really matters, right? It's how much fun you have in between. The beginning- and the end. Let's go for all of it right now." He smiled at the creature, his grin genuine and without malice. It was like he was saying goodbye, finally. He may have not been able to stand attacking an ally up until then- But now... It was a fight.
A fight... That would be remembered.
"Tag. You're it." The speaking wasn't a joke, as the navi created a blue flame about his gauntlet, flickering and jumping from side to side, as if it would go out at any moment. It slowly coalesced, all too slowly. The navi almost couldn't bear the wait as he lashed out with his other hand, tossing up what the hand came in contact with, hurling it up as hard as he could. He hoped it had been what he had targeted for, The Corrupted Hero.
00:06
"I'll call that my new move! The perfect targeting maneuver, to the sky! The Skyrender!" The navi nodded confidently, then drew more power in, powering up his to-be attack. He flipped his gauntlet over, drawing it over the flame and concentrating on a specific image in his mind. He brought that image out into reality and with a *fwoosh*, the flame solidified into what looked like a red V, which shimmered with an inner flame. He flipped it over in his hand, and then hurled it with all his might.
"That's a lame name! It's a combo for the manly, so it needs a better name! Dual-hitter, and then you're going to finish it up with at least two more hits! Hahahah! I knew you were going to do all this from the start! You've got a lot to learn, my neverending disciple!" The voice erupted into rather arrogant remarks, but it seemed that the voice had become quite a blowhard as it made its interesting claims.
"You can taste my unending spirit, fiend! Take this, Arc Boomerang!" The boomerang shed flames as it twisted through the air, spiraling end over end as if someone had hurled a deck of cards at someone they strongly disliked. It didn't matter, though, because that last card would hit. Melee had faith in it.
00:05
"CURRENT POWER IS AT 60%, TIMER REMAINS TICKING DOWN." Melee didn't really understand the comment by that particular loud voice, but he shrugged. He wasn't out of power, he guessed. So, in concert with that, he would go on. He would unleash more of his power. All in three blows.
"But I'm not done just quite yet!" Melee spoke out, more like roaring but a slight bit quieter, as he drew back a fist, then lashed forth with it.
Once.
"What are you doing with that attack? The dude you're trying to hit is over THERE, you idiot! If you're that incompe-"
BOOM.[color=grey][/color]
"WHAT THE DICKENS WAS THAT?!" Even without ears, the voice seemed deafened by the noise.
The resulting explosion sent Melee flying, as previously, but the explosion had been done with slight purpose, and had resulted in a rather interesting conclusion.
"Aah!" Erin shrieked, muffling herself by clapping her hands to her mouth. What the HELL had that been? In the internet itself- there seemed to be a sound barrier. And in incredulous addendum to this fact, Melee could break it while under the effects of 'Mach Speed!'. Unfortunately for the rest of the world, he could direct the force- at least partially. As a direct result of learning all this in a matter of seconds... The absolute fool had thought it a wonderful idea to try it out.
00:04
"Whoo, what a rush! Perfect exercise for my awesome physique! Again, again!" The navi was like a child with a new toy. He just had to play with it until it broke something. In this case, Erin was rooting for Seraphim's head. To break. Unfortunately for her and her growing headache, Seraphim didn't look likely to stop any time soon as he whipped forth a hand again.
"What you are doing is sending punches forth at a range, through your inherent abilities given through your 'Mach Speed!', and managing to create seriously damaging, as well as incredibly accurate attacks. Your fists have indeed attained new power! To execut-" The voice trailed off, and Melee was no longer listening, entertained with his attack.
00:03
BOOM.[color=grey][/color]
Erin winced once more, her navi had gone from absolute seriousness to playful happiness in a moment. So- he didn't only have a multiple personality disorder, along with being delusional, along with being schizophrenic... He just had to be bipolar as well? She sighed. She didn't feel like crying because she was just too tired of these constant antics.
Melee, on the other hand, had been sent flying once more in his attempts to lock-on to the metool and send it flying with his- new toy. He was gazing at the gauntlet, then had a major epiphany, apparently, because he began waving the thing around like crazy, trying to catch Erin's attention. The serious mood had gone awry, and the immature Seraphim seemed to be back. He still had that sense of playfulness, but this was no time for that. Erin suddenly realized what to say in a panicked frenzy, almost screaming into the PET. The navi hadn't been paying any attention-
To the-
00:02
"TIME!" She yelped, slapping another chip into the PET, with all the force her limbs could muster. She was running out. The pile was getting smaller and smaller. Soon, they would be reduced to... nothing. And then, her navi would be forced to plink away at the monstrous amount of constitution the 'boss' seemed to uphold to in true RPG form. She bit her thumb, not knowing what to do. Perhaps she could- No... She'd only drag others into this mess. No matter how stupid Seraphim got, she'd stick with the idiot.
"Right!" The navi retorted, realizing the seconds ticking down were growing rather- slim wasn't the right word. As the time shifted into milliseconds until the last second approached, the navi used the time wisely. Flames generated around his hand until they were white hot, then he drew back the fist slightly.
"Combo finish! Take this, for the Five hit flawless combo!" The navi blasted out with his fist, the flames not going out for a millisecond until he whipped the fist back, the-
BOOM.[color=red][/color]
Sending the navi flying back one last time, but the resulting noise was a bit- different. It was something like a backdraft, when a person opened a door on a fire that had until then been deprived of air. Starved for air, it then rushed upon the person, consuming them utterly in the fire. Something like that. Except at the speed of sound, with the fist of a fighter behind it. Somehow it worked, anyway.
00:01
"Ah... Not already." The navi grimaced, but looked around. He could still move. He had to get to a place of strategic value. This place was becoming far too glitchy for his likes. He... Cliff. There was a cliff. He could run up it!
"BETTER HURRY WITH WHATEVER YOU'RE DOIN', HEY, CAN YOU HEAR ME? SPEAK LOUDER!" The voice was a roar, sounding like it was having trouble hearing anything at all. Melee had no clue why the twin explosions simply hadn't popped out his eardrums. Maybe he didn't have any, but- that wasn't important at this point anyway.
He rushed at the cliff, dodging around glitch-distortions in the net, and leapt over one at the cliff's base, hitting the cliff hard with two feet, and making small craters as he pounded his way up, then scrambled up onto the top. He looked down, scouting around for the helmeted head he had attacked so brutally.
00:00
"Don't try anything! I've got the high ground now, Metool! It gives me +4 as a stability bonus, and +8 to hit you! Don't make me use it!" The navi announced, his body sweaty as the aftereffects took their course, his skin almost burning up. His gauntlets vented superheated steam, and he sighed. Was it over?
[Seraphim's Actions]
1] 'MachSpeed!' [Haste for 1 Round, 2 instances of Tactical Movement, 15 lifeburn] [2 Turn Cooldown] [Use first tactical movement to get to metool and follow up with 2nd action] [Use second tactical movement to run up cliff]
2] RageClaw! [20 +[b]Break[/b] The Corrupted Hero] [20 Sky(render)]
3] Arc Boomerang! (Arc Shot) [18 Null Damage, Northwind, Piercing, Microburst (Up)]
4] Mark Burster (Markcannon1) [70 + Lockon]
5] Mark Burster (Markcannon1) [70 + Lockon]
6] Fire Burster (Firehit1) [70 Fire]
[Support Unit's Actions]
1] (MP Rage): [Signature Freeze 1 on 'MachSpeed!']
*] Assist Dodge with wind
[Passives]
1] Parry [20 HP barrier, Knockback if attacked]
2] Cure [Regen 5*6 Heal, Targeting Self 」
[Cooldowns]
1] 'MachSpeed!' [2 TCD - 1 TCD (MP Rage) = 1 TCD]
2] (MP Rage) [1 TCD]
"ROUTING POWER, 25% ROUTED. 'MACH SPEED' NOW AVAILABLE FOR USE." The voice resounded forth within Melee's body, and the navi's grim face shifted into a grin. He would now be ready to express-
"Gheh... The power of a burning soul resides within me! I call upon it now! Flaming Overload of a manly spirit! Mach Speed, drive on!" The navi ground his teeth, then smashed the gauntlets together again, and with a click, the clock was engaged. He needed to be faster. He needed to get better. He needed all the power he could get. He would go above and beyond to protect what he held dear. He would-
"It's combo time! Let's get straight to the music! This is the last dance!" The voice chanted out the one-liners like a mantra, only ceasing as the LED displays upon the gauntlets began beeping.
00:10
"You have approximately 10 seconds to express your wrath in terms of punches, kicks, and other forms of general violence. This time can only be 'extended' by either upgrading your power modules, or by excessive monologuing, as you will probably do anyway." The voice was just a bit sarcastic, but Melee took the timer as a reminder that he only had a certain amount of time to finish this particular job. If he didn't finish it within the time allotted to him, he would suffer the after-effects yet again.
"Again... there's just not enough time. Never enough time." The navi lashed out with a fist into space, creating a *crack* as it split the air like a whip. He grinned slightly. He'd take this challenge on for sure. He smiled through the sadness, through that overpowering hate he wanted to feel, and tossed what held him back to the side. He was through with going easy.
00:09
"What did the metool hero wish for, I wonder?" Melee asked whimsically, as he cracked his knuckles through the gauntlets. He let his emblazoned sleeveless coat flutter in the wind for a moment, then took if off. He tossed it to the side, where it landed with an audible thump. Now... he would have to do his best. In order to survive. In order to help others to survive. If there was a similarity between the images Seraphim had generated so far, it was- an overpowering urge to help. To aid people in their time of need. And at least- it was a good thing. Good and Evil were black and white, and that was what he lent to these figments. Although, it grew rather inconvenient when they blurred into shades of gray.
00:08
"Melee. Remember that name well, for it's the name of the one who will defeat you!" The navi announced the fact like it was already decided. He had already made his decision. He stood firm in his choice. If the metool hero could not resurface, then he would make that decision. The one for the many. ...Seraphim would have decided differently. But- He was not Seraphim. He may have been a piece of Seraphim from the start, but he didn't make the same decisions. If it was in order to save everyone else-
00:07
"Y'know- Metool- Let's have one last fight, okay? Let's make it a good one. I'll win, of course, but it's not the winner that really matters, right? It's how much fun you have in between. The beginning- and the end. Let's go for all of it right now." He smiled at the creature, his grin genuine and without malice. It was like he was saying goodbye, finally. He may have not been able to stand attacking an ally up until then- But now... It was a fight.
A fight... That would be remembered.
"Tag. You're it." The speaking wasn't a joke, as the navi created a blue flame about his gauntlet, flickering and jumping from side to side, as if it would go out at any moment. It slowly coalesced, all too slowly. The navi almost couldn't bear the wait as he lashed out with his other hand, tossing up what the hand came in contact with, hurling it up as hard as he could. He hoped it had been what he had targeted for, The Corrupted Hero.
00:06
"I'll call that my new move! The perfect targeting maneuver, to the sky! The Skyrender!" The navi nodded confidently, then drew more power in, powering up his to-be attack. He flipped his gauntlet over, drawing it over the flame and concentrating on a specific image in his mind. He brought that image out into reality and with a *fwoosh*, the flame solidified into what looked like a red V, which shimmered with an inner flame. He flipped it over in his hand, and then hurled it with all his might.
"That's a lame name! It's a combo for the manly, so it needs a better name! Dual-hitter, and then you're going to finish it up with at least two more hits! Hahahah! I knew you were going to do all this from the start! You've got a lot to learn, my neverending disciple!" The voice erupted into rather arrogant remarks, but it seemed that the voice had become quite a blowhard as it made its interesting claims.
"You can taste my unending spirit, fiend! Take this, Arc Boomerang!" The boomerang shed flames as it twisted through the air, spiraling end over end as if someone had hurled a deck of cards at someone they strongly disliked. It didn't matter, though, because that last card would hit. Melee had faith in it.
00:05
"CURRENT POWER IS AT 60%, TIMER REMAINS TICKING DOWN." Melee didn't really understand the comment by that particular loud voice, but he shrugged. He wasn't out of power, he guessed. So, in concert with that, he would go on. He would unleash more of his power. All in three blows.
"But I'm not done just quite yet!" Melee spoke out, more like roaring but a slight bit quieter, as he drew back a fist, then lashed forth with it.
Once.
"What are you doing with that attack? The dude you're trying to hit is over THERE, you idiot! If you're that incompe-"
BOOM.[color=grey][/color]
"WHAT THE DICKENS WAS THAT?!" Even without ears, the voice seemed deafened by the noise.
The resulting explosion sent Melee flying, as previously, but the explosion had been done with slight purpose, and had resulted in a rather interesting conclusion.
"Aah!" Erin shrieked, muffling herself by clapping her hands to her mouth. What the HELL had that been? In the internet itself- there seemed to be a sound barrier. And in incredulous addendum to this fact, Melee could break it while under the effects of 'Mach Speed!'. Unfortunately for the rest of the world, he could direct the force- at least partially. As a direct result of learning all this in a matter of seconds... The absolute fool had thought it a wonderful idea to try it out.
00:04
"Whoo, what a rush! Perfect exercise for my awesome physique! Again, again!" The navi was like a child with a new toy. He just had to play with it until it broke something. In this case, Erin was rooting for Seraphim's head. To break. Unfortunately for her and her growing headache, Seraphim didn't look likely to stop any time soon as he whipped forth a hand again.
"What you are doing is sending punches forth at a range, through your inherent abilities given through your 'Mach Speed!', and managing to create seriously damaging, as well as incredibly accurate attacks. Your fists have indeed attained new power! To execut-" The voice trailed off, and Melee was no longer listening, entertained with his attack.
00:03
BOOM.[color=grey][/color]
Erin winced once more, her navi had gone from absolute seriousness to playful happiness in a moment. So- he didn't only have a multiple personality disorder, along with being delusional, along with being schizophrenic... He just had to be bipolar as well? She sighed. She didn't feel like crying because she was just too tired of these constant antics.
Melee, on the other hand, had been sent flying once more in his attempts to lock-on to the metool and send it flying with his- new toy. He was gazing at the gauntlet, then had a major epiphany, apparently, because he began waving the thing around like crazy, trying to catch Erin's attention. The serious mood had gone awry, and the immature Seraphim seemed to be back. He still had that sense of playfulness, but this was no time for that. Erin suddenly realized what to say in a panicked frenzy, almost screaming into the PET. The navi hadn't been paying any attention-
To the-
00:02
"TIME!" She yelped, slapping another chip into the PET, with all the force her limbs could muster. She was running out. The pile was getting smaller and smaller. Soon, they would be reduced to... nothing. And then, her navi would be forced to plink away at the monstrous amount of constitution the 'boss' seemed to uphold to in true RPG form. She bit her thumb, not knowing what to do. Perhaps she could- No... She'd only drag others into this mess. No matter how stupid Seraphim got, she'd stick with the idiot.
"Right!" The navi retorted, realizing the seconds ticking down were growing rather- slim wasn't the right word. As the time shifted into milliseconds until the last second approached, the navi used the time wisely. Flames generated around his hand until they were white hot, then he drew back the fist slightly.
"Combo finish! Take this, for the Five hit flawless combo!" The navi blasted out with his fist, the flames not going out for a millisecond until he whipped the fist back, the-
BOOM.[color=red][/color]
Sending the navi flying back one last time, but the resulting noise was a bit- different. It was something like a backdraft, when a person opened a door on a fire that had until then been deprived of air. Starved for air, it then rushed upon the person, consuming them utterly in the fire. Something like that. Except at the speed of sound, with the fist of a fighter behind it. Somehow it worked, anyway.
00:01
"Ah... Not already." The navi grimaced, but looked around. He could still move. He had to get to a place of strategic value. This place was becoming far too glitchy for his likes. He... Cliff. There was a cliff. He could run up it!
"BETTER HURRY WITH WHATEVER YOU'RE DOIN', HEY, CAN YOU HEAR ME? SPEAK LOUDER!" The voice was a roar, sounding like it was having trouble hearing anything at all. Melee had no clue why the twin explosions simply hadn't popped out his eardrums. Maybe he didn't have any, but- that wasn't important at this point anyway.
He rushed at the cliff, dodging around glitch-distortions in the net, and leapt over one at the cliff's base, hitting the cliff hard with two feet, and making small craters as he pounded his way up, then scrambled up onto the top. He looked down, scouting around for the helmeted head he had attacked so brutally.
00:00
"Don't try anything! I've got the high ground now, Metool! It gives me +4 as a stability bonus, and +8 to hit you! Don't make me use it!" The navi announced, his body sweaty as the aftereffects took their course, his skin almost burning up. His gauntlets vented superheated steam, and he sighed. Was it over?
[Seraphim's Actions]
1] 'MachSpeed!' [Haste for 1 Round, 2 instances of Tactical Movement, 15 lifeburn] [2 Turn Cooldown] [Use first tactical movement to get to metool and follow up with 2nd action] [Use second tactical movement to run up cliff]
2] RageClaw! [20 +[b]Break[/b] The Corrupted Hero] [20 Sky(render)]
3] Arc Boomerang! (Arc Shot) [18 Null Damage, Northwind, Piercing, Microburst (Up)]
4] Mark Burster (Markcannon1) [70 + Lockon]
5] Mark Burster (Markcannon1) [70 + Lockon]
6] Fire Burster (Firehit1) [70 Fire]
[Support Unit's Actions]
1] (MP Rage): [Signature Freeze 1 on 'MachSpeed!']
*] Assist Dodge with wind
[Passives]
1] Parry [20 HP barrier, Knockback if attacked]
2] Cure [Regen 5*6 Heal, Targeting Self 」
[Cooldowns]
1] 'MachSpeed!' [2 TCD - 1 TCD (MP Rage) = 1 TCD]
2] (MP Rage) [1 TCD]
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Meleephim grabs the Corrupted Hero and hurls him roughly into the air, then successfully follows up with the Arc Shot... Boomerang... thing, knocking the Metool back up into the air. The Corrupted Hero nearly lands a moment later... only to be knocked back by Meleephim's version of the 'Far Fist'. Not once, but twice the pint-sized being was thrown backward, only to catch himself somehow in midair and rush back forward with a burst of speed-
-Only to be hit by a blast of fire which it sliced clean in half, unfaltering in it's charge. Seraphim attempts to climb up the sheer cliff behind him, only to be suddenly grabbed from behind and hurled to the ground, the impact hard enough to cause his barrier to discharge, knocking him back into the air.
The Corrupted Hero took the opportunity when Seraphim bounced, quite literally, right next to him, and the pint-sized villain grabbed the protagonist with invisible limbs, sending him straight into the cliff wall again and again with unnatural strength before finally dropping him, letting him go silently to the ground...
...Well, it wouldn't be silent when he landed, anyway.
--Metools--
#!@$ A: DELETED
$(*# B: DELETED
?"4\ C: DELETED
%+9 D: DELETED
&6!< E: DELETED
--Boomers--
$(^! A: DELETED
!#_} B: DELETED
6:,/ C: DELETED
^#@0 D: DELETED
_+)! E: DELETED
--Starfish--
)&() A: DELETED
O{;' B: DELETED
X\/?l C: DELETED
@%$& D: DELETED
_%$! E: DELETED
The Corrupted Hero: 1276
Broomdude: Escaped!
Seraphim: 95
Support Program: 60
Terrain: Cliff behind Seraphim, otherwise flat, normal terrain. <WARNING, AREA IS 25% CORRUPTED. EXERCISE CAUTION TO AVOID GLITCHES.>
-Only to be hit by a blast of fire which it sliced clean in half, unfaltering in it's charge. Seraphim attempts to climb up the sheer cliff behind him, only to be suddenly grabbed from behind and hurled to the ground, the impact hard enough to cause his barrier to discharge, knocking him back into the air.
The Corrupted Hero took the opportunity when Seraphim bounced, quite literally, right next to him, and the pint-sized villain grabbed the protagonist with invisible limbs, sending him straight into the cliff wall again and again with unnatural strength before finally dropping him, letting him go silently to the ground...
...Well, it wouldn't be silent when he landed, anyway.
--Metools--
#!@$ A: DELETED
$(*# B: DELETED
?"4\ C: DELETED
%+9 D: DELETED
&6!< E: DELETED
--Boomers--
$(^! A: DELETED
!#_} B: DELETED
6:,/ C: DELETED
^#@0 D: DELETED
_+)! E: DELETED
--Starfish--
)&() A: DELETED
O{;' B: DELETED
X\/?l C: DELETED
@%$& D: DELETED
_%$! E: DELETED
The Corrupted Hero: 1276
Broomdude: Escaped!
Seraphim: 95
Support Program: 60
Terrain: Cliff behind Seraphim, otherwise flat, normal terrain. <WARNING, AREA IS 25% CORRUPTED. EXERCISE CAUTION TO AVOID GLITCHES.>