Wut?

"Will thou allow thee a duel?" a high and booming voice from behind Seraphim. He turned and saw...

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A Navi that stands 6 foot exactly, with the air of nobility and honor surrounding him. His face has a charismatic look to it, along with Ultramarine eyes and brown hair that is kept under a fancy silver helm. His build is normal of a knight, lean and with some muscle. His normal clothing chose are a blue and white Tabard, with the symbol of some organization sewn into it. His pants are brown, the style that of the medieval period. On his waist is a scabbard He wears fullplate mail, with spiked gauntlets and round ended boots.


Along with that he was wielding a longsword, and a shield made from ivory, with an angel engraved on it.

"Will thou accept, brave Navi!?" he then rang out for all to hear...

Richard: 200 HP
Sword of our lord: 100 HP
Shield of the Divine: 125 HP


Seraphim.exe: 120 HP
Seraphim's S.U.: 60 HP
Normal field

Battle five, Fight ageist the Knight!
Seraphim slid the sword to his side, making an awkward stance as he looked at the other navi. Another navi as a boss? But- It was too soon. There should have been more useless battles to go through, more menial tasks to accomplish before a real boss. There was no alternative. This had to be a miniboss. So, minibosses were usually labeled with a name derived from their type of virus, but he didn't seem to have a type. He'd have to make one up on the spot. But- Seraphim raised one hand, pointing at Richard with complete conviction.

"Your name is Mini-Boss!" He nodded, closing his eyes and pursing his lips. The name fit perfectly. He could have probably come up with a better name for the knight-guy, but he probably wouldn't show up again unless it was for comedy or minor rebattles, of course. He opened his eyes, raising his weapon and clasping both hands upon it.He brought it up and held it at his shoulder, bobbing slightly in his strangely awkward stance.

"And uh- I guess I accept, kinda."

"...Seraphim, I have pretty spells for you. Please, try not to hurt yourself. " Erin sighed, her navi was such an idiot. A delusional one, as well. She picked up the elecreel. She grinned for a moment, then put it back down. She slipped out three of the same chip, a triple combo that couldn't be denied by viruses, let alone a navi.

"It should send an electric blast through his weapon and shield as well, so that should be quite helpful in injuring the foe you've got there. She sighed, clicking them in and looking at her final two choices. They were the same sword attacks from the last round. She tilted her head back and sighed, raising them both to the light. They were equally damaging, but one was one the fire element. Would it be more useful than the other? She shrugged. Eh, Maybe the Excalibur reject would be intimidated by a flaming sword. She flipped it over and slid it in.

"Mag- Bolt!" Seraphim roared, bringing the weapon to his side and leapt at the other navi, the weapon igniting into electrical fire half-way there, and then landed in front of the knightly navi, yelling out, bringing the weapon with all the force he could bear at the navi's shield, hoping to knock it to the side with the first blow, then brought it back, roaring as he tried to knock the sword away as well. His blade still crackling with that same iridescent light, he brought it up, swirling in place as he brought the blade at the navi's chest, electricity trailing from the oversized weapon.

Seraphim grinned, leaping upward, "I'm not finished yet!" He taunted, bringing the blade up, where it burst into white fire and then brought it down with a smash. Erin sighed at the overdramatics of the navi as he whirled once more, yelling and screaming as he bashed at the foe with all the force he could muster. Was this all her navi would account to? A petty thing that thought he was a hero? Slightly tired, she flicked off the viewscreen to her navi, rubbing her eyes.

Seraphim's Actions:
1] Magbolt:[90elec, Stun] [Shield thingie]
2] Magbolt [90elec, Stun] [Sword thingie]
3] Magbolt [90elec, Stun] [Richard]
4] Firesword [80fire] [All]
5] Firesword [80fire] [All]

S.U.'s Actions:
1] Swirl in the aftermath.
*] Dramatic wind.
"Then have at thee honorable opponent!" He cried, rushing towards Seraphim with his shield in the front and blade at the ready. It collided right into Seraphim's weapon, sparks flying from the impact while the shield began to crack. Richard swung his blade at Seraphim, but hitting the blade of Seraphim's mesh-sword. Seraphim managed to get in a hit upon the knight's armor, the strike sliding off of the armor, but the electrical energy engulfed Richard, damaging himself slightly. Upon Seraphim's shouting, Richard charged at Seraphim, and in a bright flash of light covered the next part of the battle... When it was gone... Seraphim was left standing... a burn like cut on his arm. On the ground laid a bag with what appears to be parts of a broken weapons, with a note near it saying "Expecting great things from you."...


Seraphim.exe: 100 HP
Seraphim's S.U.: 60 HP

Reward: 1000 zenny
Seraphim blinked, looking at the remaining note with a puzzled expression as he lightheadedly stumbled on, spent of a majority of his power.

(Battle 6)
"Argh, this job sucks," a voice pouted as he scraped at the ground with his sword.
"Yeah, but cleaning the net is all we have for us," another voice replied, sweeping some stuff.
Seraphim walked up to the two sources of voices, finding them to be Heelnavis.
"Hey look! A navi!" the sword guy exclaimed brandishing his sword.
"But we're not finished yet," the other Heelnavi whined as he stopped sweeping.
"Who cares! Let's go boys!" Sword dude cried as he summoned some viruses to come out behind him.
Looks like Seraphim gets some fun.

HeelnaviA: 150 HP [Sword]
HeelnaviB: 150 HP [Broomstick]
KabutankA: 80 HP
KabutankB: 80 HP
DBLCUBE: 100 HP (Red)

Terrain: Normal

Seraphim.exe: 100 HP
Seraphim's S.U.: 60 HP

-Right then, match set-
-BATTLE 6-
-BEGIN!-
"But- Why would we fight?" Seraphim threw a dramatic arm out, pointing at the 'foes'. He didn't wish to fight these people, they were oppressed NPCs that could join him to help destroy the evil viruses! They could even summon things! He didn't quite process the viruses that they had summoned being viruses, seeing them more as simple monsters they had summoned to aid their cause, thus marking them as potential PCs, and thus potential allies. So, the navi continued on his crusade of attempting to convert them to his deluded and more than slightly amusing cause.

"Is this sort of fight really the one you wish to support?" Seraphim threw his arm out to demonstrate his point, gesturing at the majority of the 'net, viruses nearby. He believed that they would indeed support him because of his logic, and pursued the point toward its end. Erin, on the other hand, stared at him indreculously, her face looking like she had simply seen something entirely too disgusting to even be described. She then hung her head, letting her hair flop over her face and cover her burning cheeks. Why the hell was her navi an idi-

Someone was at the door. She tilted her head, bringing the door into proper view. She brushed her hair impatiently back as she waited for him to say something.

"So, are you the one who made the request on the BBS? My name is Wes. What did you require?" he asked her, as she stared back at him rather cynically. She sighed, and canceled out of her view of Seraphim making a miniature speech upon the meaning of life and how it could all be translated into helping him defeat the monsters and the boss, his assistants, and such. She touched her way to her bank account, staring at the hefty sum there and wincing slightly.

"Okay, I'd like to buy a Speed upgrade, it would be my third one for Seraphim.exe, my navi. I'd obviously be providing the money, so thanks, if you'd do this for me." She finished up with what she seemed to think was a charming smile, which turned out to be a grimace. She had problems with trusting this person, but he was the only one that had responded so far, and she'd have to get this speed upgrade in a hurry.

"So, I'll send it to you so you can make the purchase." She said, this time actually smiling. Her navi, however, was doing no such thing, still on his lecture.

"Where shalt your hand fall, when you die? Will you have lived a good life? Will you be satisfied with the life of an NPC? Come, join me! Join my Party! " Seraphim ended his speech with what he thought was a dramatic stance, offering his hand out to the the heelnavis and viruses. Erin flipped back to Seraph in time to get the last sentence, and sat there, her mouth slightly open with disbelief. He had gone through with it. He actually had.

"Seraphim, you're an idiot." were her only words as she slowly massaged her temples, trying to make the oncoming headache go away before it properly began. This was sure to be a pain in the ass.

1-5] Try to convince them to join party.

1] Look dramatic and convincing
*] Dramatic wind at proper moments.
The Heelnavi with the broom looks excited, starting to walk forward to join him before being slapped upside the head and pulled back by his ally, who yells at Seraphim.
Join YOU? Never! Was the response as he dashed up, slashing and missing as the SU created a dramatic wind, throwing him off his feet.

HeelnaviA: 150 HP [Sword]
HeelnaviB: 150 HP [Broomstick]
KabutankA: 80 HP
KabutankB: 80 HP
DBLCUBE: 100 HP (Red)

Terrain: Normal

Seraphim.exe: 100 HP
Seraphim's S.U.: 60 HP
"Oh, Seraphim, there's an opening!" Erin commented, slapping in two chips. She knew her idiot navi wouldn't do the same stupid thing twice in a row, right?

"Seraphim, prepping your spells of a- Wide Sword and Mark Ka Non. Make good use of them, 'kay?" She sighed, the battle would be over before it had properly started, thankfully enough. She picked up her homework, and stared at it for a moment, sighing. Would she be better off doing this or... She glanced back at her PET, then gave a deep groan, gnawing on the end of her pen as she looked at the homework reluctantly. She realized after a long moment that she barely understood it, and with another mournful groan, she set down to studying. Flipping through the pages, she reached out a hand toward the PET and flipped on the holographic viewscreen, wanting to watch her navi decimate the evil navis, it'd be like one of those animated television shows in the olden days that all the old people raved about. And was rewarded with her navi's continued efforts to impress the enemy heelnavis into joining him. She simply sighed, and flipped it off, going back to her work.... But she kept the sound on, wanting to hear her navi's sudden reversal after being that stoopid in battle continually.

Seraphim simply grinned as the navi fell to the ground, assuming the navi had fallen and tripped in his effort to run over to his side, wanting to be first. With this enthusiasm, his party would soon be filled! He nodded confidently at the broom wielding navi, and rummaged in his inventory, his hand disappearing into a portal of light and emerging with- his previous weapon, a lower level one, but looking like a perfect fit for the broomstick wielding navi, somehow. Seraphim nodded once more, starting to look like a bobblehead as he handed the weapon over to the heelnavi obliviously, then remembered the other one as well. He rummaged about in his inventory once more, then the giant sword emerged, slightly battered, but magnificent anyway.

"I'd like you to have these, if you are to join my party, summoner and warrior, you need weapons. They were very precious to me, but-" Seraphim sniffed and wiped a tear from his eye, "Treat them well, and hold them in your inventory as you would the most valuable key item in the game!" He wiped his nose with his gauntlet, which seemed to shiver in what could have been disgust, if it had been alive, which if of course, wasn't. The navi, teary-eyed with regret and happiness. What he needed- Was- A Guild!

"We can form a guild-thingie!" With the rather ungraceful explanation, he whipped around and spoke to Erin, "Erin, do we have a guild? Can we invite these two guys so they can be part of the awesome? If we don't have one, can we make one?" The navi was oblivious with glee as he announced his intentions.

Erin, her eyes half-closed in indreculous wonder, spoke the words, "Bu-bah?"

"Silly Erin, that isn't a name!" Seraphim replied, grinning happily, too caught up with his happiness to even notice her tone. He nodded toward his new obviously navi friends as he grinned at where he thought Erin's head was as it popped into view a couple feet away, with her face, her mouth half open and her eyes blank with the stupidity of it all. Erin actually looked at her worksheet, looking over it for a moment at the things she was supposed to be memorizing. She stared at it a little harder. Then she gave up. She read over the list of Guild names she had actually been preparing, and none really caught her eye. She sighed, and selected one at random. The fourth from the top, Andante.

"Andante, Seraphim, go ahead and invite them, I guess." She shook her head, this was ridiculous. But she supposed she'd go along with it. After all, who knew? This could be the beginning of a beautiful relationship.

1-3]Convince Enemies to join guild, "Andante"
4] Hand Broomstick navi a Boomstick, Markcannon1.
5] Hand Sword navi a Bigger Sword, Widesword.

1] Look dramatic and convincing.
*] Make seraphim look dramatic and convincing.
((...
I... I... can't mod this... it's too profound...
BUT IT SPARKS MY INSPIRATION BURNING RED! RIGHT THEN!))

The broomstick navi came forward, scratching the back of his head.
"Sorry dude," he began, "Can't accept them, didn't get it in an official trade." The sword Heelnavi grumbled as he got up and nodded in agreement.
"But dude, we could totally join you guild!" the broomstick navi cried, hugging Seraphim, but he was jerked back by his sword wielding partner.
"You IDIOT! What the hell are you doing?" the Heelnavi spat as he clutched his partner's collar.
"Hey, I'm just acting rationally in my own self-intrest," Broomdude said, waving his hands.
"Pitiful," Sworder replied as he tossed the navi to Seraphim, who caught him. "I'll take care of both of you for good," the Heelnavi snarled as his viruses came behind him in support. "And your stupid guild sucks!" Sworder said, taunting Seraphim.
"Looks like it's you and me dude!" Broomdude cried as he braced his Broomstick against his and Seraphim's foes.

Sworder: 150 HP [Sword]
KabutankA: 80 HP
KabutankB: 80 HP
DBLCUBE: 100 HP (Red)

Terrain: Normal

Seraphim.exe: 100 HP
Seraphim's S.U.: 60 HP
Broomdude: 150 HP [Broomstick]

Well, there's no helping it, he totally just said YOUR GUILD SUCKS. It's ON NOW!
Seraphim doesn't lose his chips, thankfully, they're magically back in Erin's folder.

-BATTLE 6 START-
-FOR REALS-
"He... Did what? That..." Seraphim's eyes were wiped free of their joyful tears, to be replaced with a hard blazing flame of determination. He clenched a fist, throwing it to the side and plunging it into the otherspace known as his inventory and dragging out an oversized weapon. He flipped it into the air, taking a firm grip on it as it fell back down. He lashed out a finger, pointing at his foe.

"You have insulted the name of Andante! Prepare to suffer the consequences!" The navi threw back his hand dramatically, then took hold of the sword with both hands. He raised the weapon high into the air before slashing down with a great noise as it hit the ground. He slid his feet backward, leaning on the blade for a moment before setting into an angled charge, and bringing his sword around in a wide arc before he came to a halt, slamming the weapon diagonally into the ground.

"Burn with the power of a thousand fires, Phoenix's rage, I call upon you." Dragging the blade through the ground and around in a short arc around him before stopping. He nodded and grimaced, bringing power forth and concentrating it within the ground around him, using the blade as a channeling tool.

"Be consumed by thunder, by the light of death- Reel from the electrocution I lay upon you." He dragged the blade in another arc, creating a semicircle as he glared at his foes. He would not allow the insult to the guild to pass. He had to defend the guild's name. He wouldn't let someone tarnish it by a few words, he would banish those that did to the nether realm.

"Find solace nowhere, and despair within the hell of my blade." He dragged the sword another arc, he was almost done. His brow furrowed, his eyes half closed with determination as he continued draining his energy into the weapon. He raised his eyes and stared at the remaining foes, slowly, deliberately.

"By the power of my flaming soul, burning with the brotherhood of friendship and guildhood with my new member here- Die!" Ending his speech rather undramatically, Seraphim completed the circle and sent a blast of pure light out, consuming all in its path in holy flames, leaving his allies untouched, but sending his wrath at his foes with a twitch of his hand, focusing it on that one foe and blasting over and at that one, the river of light and flame crackling as Seraphim raised his head slightly, grinning.

1-2] Phoenixshot*2 [70*2 to cube, heelnavi, dblcube]
3] Elecreel [80 kabutank a, b, heelnavi]
4] Firesword [anything left]
5] Prepped dodge

1] look cool.
*] Make seraphim look cool (miracle)
Seraphim devastates the opposing team with brilliant rage and flashy coolness.
"Damn... you..." Sworder cursed as he fell to the ground, defeated. A column of light soon enveloped him and he disappeared.
"Awesome dude! Hi-five!" Broomdude cheered, apparently excited that Seraphim had won, even though the janitor barely did anything.

Sworder: EJO'D
KabutankA: DELETED
KabutankB: DELETED
DBLCUBE: DELETED

Terrain: Normal

Seraphim.exe: 100 HP
Seraphim's S.U.: 60 HP
Broomdude: 150 HP [Broomstick]

-VICTORY-
Get: 4 BugFrags, 1200z

"So, what now?" Broomdude inquired.
Seraphim looked around, raised eyebrows evident as he decided what he had to do.

"What's next? We strive into the world to gain stronger and find out where we stand in the world, as Protagonists, Sidekicks, or NPCs. You aren't an NPC, right?"

(Battle 7)
((Modlocked))

Seraphim suddenly hears a loud growl from behind that stops and skips at points, and actually loops once or twice. He turns around to find what appears to be a bugged up Champu, flames glowing every shade of the rainbow, charging him with a feral roar. He's suddenly pushed out of the way with a cry of 'Watch out, dude!', and finds the Champu speeding by him, near inches from impacting... and breaking the janitor navi's broomstick. "Aw dude! You broke my broomstick! Now I'm mad!" The janitor navi suddenly pulls out a bomb of some sort and hurls it at the Champu, missing horribly. "...Well, I'm spent." He walks behind Seraphim and gently nudges him towards the buggy virus, muttering something about how 'Oh, and the virus said something about how your guild is lame' before running off.

(|-|/-\|\/|?|_|: ???

Seraphim.exe: 100
Seraphim's S.U.: 60
Broomdude: 150 (Run away!)
"Okay, thanks for all your help!" Seraphim turned and waved happily at his guild member running off into the distance, nodding happily. He must have had something quite urgent to do to run off so quickly, the navi assumed as he turned back to the variant monster, tilting his head. It used the palette design of the champu, which meant- it had to be a mini-boss champu or something! The navi snapped his fingers, pointing at it. He knew what it was!

"It's a monster- and it looks like it's glitched!" Seraphim exclaimed, staring at the monster with an intense glare. He didn't have something to drain the glitches from it and render it normal again in any form or way. He would have to... He would have to fight this thing out with all he had to escape alive. He drew his weapon of choice, a sword-mesh-gun, flipping the chamber open as an easy action and emptying out the normal rounds while catching one out of midair with the other hand. He raised it to his lips and blew on it, causing a slight mist on the bullet as the bullet turned silver with small tracings of light blue runes. He slipped the bullet into the weapon and cocked the trigger, spinning the barrel before-

chk

That round was empty. He pulled the hammer back again and pulled the trigger once more.

chk.

Another empty round. Again.

Crak

With startling noise, the gun rang out as a blue ring formed over the barrel, the bullet in the center for a moment as tendrils of energy reached and caressed it for a moment before the weapon blasted out in its fury. Seraphim nodded, that would probably send it startling to the side or somesuch, but he couldn't rely on that alone. He flipped the barrel open again, taking the empty round, and looking at it for a moment. He folded his fingers around it, enveloping it in his gauntlet for a moment, the metal giving way to a seething light that he slammed back into the barrel, flipping it closed, the light marking the exact place it was coming from as he raised the weapon.

"Taste purifying light, and be removed from the world, tainted boxer!" The statement didn't quite finish out the way it was intended, sounding a bit awkward as the navi blasted the burst of light forth from the weapon with a whoomph, the blast making no small noise but it was recoilless, the strength coming from the magic more so than the bullet itself. The navi threw the weapon to the side, the sword-mesh-gun disappearing into light from the moment it left his hand.

"Seraphim, I'm sending you- prepping you with Fire Sword." The navi nodded tersely, this was no normal foe. He dragged the weapon from its otherspace, raising it as it blazed with 'holy' fire. He lashed out with it, sending a wave of fire at the enemy once, twice, before halting his assault, standing there as he awaited its attack, ready to guard.

1] Arc shot! [Northwind+18+piercing+microburst]
2] Elecreel [100+elec]
*2] Target
3] Firesword [80 Fire]
4] Firesword [80 fire]
5] Prepped dodge
6] Prepped Dodge

1] Prima Materia Purple: (Haste) [-1 cooldown to Arc Shot]
*] swirling wind of dramaticness.

The Champu... dies? (Ergo, all your attacks hit, nimrod.)

...Wait, shit, it's still alive.

...Ooh, cheap shot to Seraphim's face! Ouch.

...Wait, why can't Seraphim see anything?

(|-|/-\|\/|?|_|: ???

Seraphim.exe: 80 (Blind!)
Seraphim's S.U.: 60
Broomdude: 150 (Run away!)
Seraphim looked around, trying to identify the one who had put out the lights for a moment before falling over. He clambered up to his feet, making the attempt at stumbling around with his arms in front of him in order to find something to hold on to.

Right.

"What?" Seraphim muttered, spinning around and looking for the source of the voice, not that it really did him any good. He finally turned to the right, looking at the champu with blind eyes. He moved his hands around, attempting to grapple the champu, but was quite obviously too far way.

"Is this right?" He asked, slowly drawing out his gun to lay fire at the champu-thing. But the voice did not answer back, and he was left to try aim for himself, at something he couldn't see or aim at it properly. He didn't even have a bullet in the barrel. He flipped open the barrel and slotted in bullets blindly, one by one filling the holes, but some falling to the ground and clattering there, causing the navi to blindly flinch at the noise. He had never felt quite so vulnerable to attack as this, usually he could see, at least. In this way, he couldn't do barely as much, he — He shook his head. He couldn't worry about his lack of sight. He couldn't think about anything stupid like that.
"I have my mission. I will defeat you, and I will end this. I will find that way to get rid of those bugs, and I will destroy the world that is filled with these glitches, with these monsters." Finished with his soliloquy, the navi threw out a hand at his opponent, or at least in the general direction. He raised the weapon, and even though he didn't know quite where to aim, he trusted himself, he trusted the way of the hero, he would attack this thing, and destroy it, no matter what it took. He pulled back the hammer and fired. Again. And again, and again.

"Okay, Seraphim, here's three more. Hopefully I can count on you to hit as opposed to stumble around like you're completely blind. Of course, you could be turning into a blind hero, which would be rather amusing, I must admit." The girl laughed sarcastically, not realizing her navi truly couldn't see.

The weapon spent of its blasts, he raised it, flipping open the barrel and letting the empty round fall to the ground while pulling out three bullets and slotting them into their respective holes, slowly so they didn't miss and topple out of his hands to be lost on the ground. Raising the weapon, it seemed to tug in a certain direction, and he fired once, then it pulled again, making him aim in a slightly different direction, and he fired, fanning the hammer and firing once more with a burst shot.

1] Vulcan1 [10*3]
2] Vulcan1 [10*3]
3] Markcannon1 [70]
4] Markcannon1 [70]
5] Shotgun [50 (splash)]
6] Prepped dodge

1] Prima Materia:Haste [-1 cooldown to Arc Shot]
*] Wind [dramatics]

Passives:
1] Cure: Recov 30 this turn
2] 20 HP defense, Knockback if attacked
(|-|/-\|\/|?|_|: DELETED

Seraphim.exe: 80
Seraphim's S.U.: 60
Broomdude: 150 (Run away!) (In danger?!)

Seraphim's blindness fades just in time for him to see the glitched Champu explode into tiny pieces, one of which appears to be chip data-

THWACK!

-That was coming right at his face. Yeah. Why does Reality seem to have a problem with Seraphim's face today? It's the face of the protagonist! Reality should love that face!

Reward: Firehit1

Seraphim hears a scream in the distance! Broomdude?!
Seraphim wheeled around, clutching his face as he ran off in the direction of the distress cry.

(Battle 8)
Seraphim finds Broomdude.

...Except he's knocked out and surrounded by more than one glitched virus.

Crap.

#J@M1 (Metool): @R)
%^! (Metool): !*$
?>& (Metool): !)@

Seraphim.exe: 110
Seraphim's S.U.: 60
Broomdude: 50 (Incapacitated)
Seraphim jerked back at the sight of the three glitched metools. He stared at each one in turn, not recognizing their Hit Point count or their Names, which was not encouraging. Perhaps... this was a sidequest. Yes. This amount of glitched energy shouldn't even be possible. Unless that was happening again. He threw a hand back, gathering power with in it and drawing a weapon in through thin air as he pointed at his foes. He had to rescue the Broomdude. Not only for himself and his honorable way of living, but also for that possible goodie he could get if he saved the guy. Or was saving him his objective? Would he lose if he didn't save the Broom-wielding navi? He glanced at the prone, unconscious navi, in a conundrum over whether it was simply optional to save that navi or to leave him be and eliminate the competition. But he was aiming for 100% completion in order to acquire that secret ending. He had to save the navi, unless he wanted to fail at that. So, how would he go about that? Would he take the initiative to jump in and save the navi or would he try take out the glitched monsters first?

"Seraphim, I'll be setting 4 spells up for you so you can take out the monsters as quickly as possible. If you want to head for your-" She sighed at that point, "guild member, you can do that as well." Why her navi was so stupid she would never understand. Well, maybe it was her fault. She counted the number of data inserts she had placed in regretfully, giving a long sigh as she turned back to her work.

"Right, right." Seraphim finished analyzing his options. It would be best to hit the other navi with an Arc Shot before attacking the foes, and then dashing onward to heal the other navi. He ground his teeth. He couldn't use that option, it went against his feelings, his moral code as a hero. And what hero took the easy path anyway? He would take the impossible and crush it. That was his sole duty as a hero, to destroy the limitations that held him, to batter down those walls that confined his imagination and let his imagination be his weapon in this fight. He would find a way that spoke for him, that defined who he was as a main character. He would not succumb to the ways of the evil characters, he would let himself be hurt in the stead of his ally. He would be his leader, he would end this fight here and now.

"I'm coming, Broom-dude!" Seraphim exclaimed, leaping into the fray with his weapon held precariously, flipping open that barrel once more in midair and slotting in the appropriate spells within and clacking it closed. He brought it up and blasted in midair with all the accuracy he could muster, once, twice, three times as blazing bolts of flame leaped from the hybrid weapon. He touched down and ran for the other navi, diving and trying to push him out of the way while turning in midair and blasting forth with his weapon, again and again and again.

The navi turned, weapon smoking with magical energy and slashed the air before him, showing nothing but stupidity and his resolve as a hero as he grinned happily, then flopped forward. He was sleepy for some reason he couldn't discern, and could barely stand as he struggled to his feet, the sword-mesh-gun being his prop as he raised himself up into a fighting position, his eyes half-closed.

"Seraphim, is something wrong?" Erin commented, puzzled at her navi's sudden strange behavior.

"No, nothing, I just feel- Kinda- Tired..." Seraphim retorted as he fell again to one knee, trying to get up. Erin noticed his wounds healing slightly, and the navi looked slightly woozy. What was wrong with her navi? She sighed, and went back to her work, unconcerned.

Passives:
Cure:(Regenerate): [30 HP]
Parry:(20 HP Defense): [Knockback if attacked]


1] Phoenixshot [+Target][Glitch-mets A, B, C][70][Fire]
2] Grab Broomdude and get the hell out of there.
3] Elecreel [Glitch-mets A, B, C][100][Elec]
4] Phoenixshot [Glitch-mets A, B, C][70][Fire]
5] Cornshot [Glitch-mets A, B][50][Wood]
6] Shotgun [Glitch-mets C, splash][50][Null]