Titania leapt out of the NetSquare and started picking her way through the circuts and pathways of Electown's net, always vigilant. Oberon was still worked up; it was best that she took over for now.
An important mission was coming up, and now was the time to gather chips and hone their skills. They had not been active for long, nor, for that matter, had their Operator.
Titania wanted to say something, but she didn't have to: Oberon heard.
Time was short. Titania skipped over a gap and took off at a run. The best approach would be to find the most heavily corrupted area she could, as quickly as she could.
Kick it up!
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A quartet of Larks is hanging out to the right, and a septet of Metools is walking along out to the left-- both groups are far enough from each other that Titania should have no problem taking on only one at a time.
So the question of the evening is...
Which does she choose?
So the question of the evening is...
Which does she choose?
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Confidence swelled inside Titania as she nocked an arrow, one with a yellow O-shaped mark printed just beind the head, and drew her mighty bow to its full length. This looks easy, she thought, then quickly silenced her inner voice as she realized that she had thought it. With luck, the Metools would ignore her as she picked off the Larks before they even knew what was happening. She was certainly equipped to deal with them. The unsupecting virii would never know what hit them...
The jewel on her forehead became as cold and dark as midnight in her home Net of Sharo as she steadied her aim, and its emptiness seemed to intensify the moment before she let the long shaft slice through the air. Once it left her bow, it morphed into a small bolt of yellow energy, crackling with power, which flashed a bright canary yellow upon contact, exploding into tendrils of electricity.
The bow was still vibrating from the task of launching such a large projectile at such an impressive speed when Titania double-nocked it, with two arrows betwen her three fingers. Her eyes narrowed. This shot would count for a lot, and she actually held her breath and steadied her hands for a full second before releasing the bowstring with just the slightest of movements, sending two deadly, oversized sized arrows soaring into the hearts of Titania's enemies. The Larks that were foolishly close together. Titania would never make that mistake. The Larks never would again.
Zapring [80+stun] LarkA
Double-nock
Strike+boost Shotgun [100+spread]LarkB, C
The jewel on her forehead became as cold and dark as midnight in her home Net of Sharo as she steadied her aim, and its emptiness seemed to intensify the moment before she let the long shaft slice through the air. Once it left her bow, it morphed into a small bolt of yellow energy, crackling with power, which flashed a bright canary yellow upon contact, exploding into tendrils of electricity.
The bow was still vibrating from the task of launching such a large projectile at such an impressive speed when Titania double-nocked it, with two arrows betwen her three fingers. Her eyes narrowed. This shot would count for a lot, and she actually held her breath and steadied her hands for a full second before releasing the bowstring with just the slightest of movements, sending two deadly, oversized sized arrows soaring into the hearts of Titania's enemies. The Larks that were foolishly close together. Titania would never make that mistake. The Larks never would again.
Zapring [80+stun] LarkA
Double-nock
Strike+boost Shotgun [100+spread]LarkB, C
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Lark A: 20 (Stunned)
Lark B: Deleted!
Lark C: Deleted!
Lark D: 100
Titania: 130
Titania's arrows rip through the Larks, killing two, stunning another, and leaving one unharmed. It fires off a Wideshot at Titania, which hits.
Lark B: Deleted!
Lark C: Deleted!
Lark D: 100
Titania: 130
Titania's arrows rip through the Larks, killing two, stunning another, and leaving one unharmed. It fires off a Wideshot at Titania, which hits.
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Titania rose her arms in defense, dismissed her bow, and grit her teeth as the wave washed over her, then immediately drew her bow again, and aimed a triple-nocked shot straight up, as if sending three blue-tinged arrows to the heavens, in celebration or as a battlecry. However, the true purpose of her attack became apparent when all three arrows rained down from the sky, dropping at breakneck speeds towards the nearly deleted Larks... and an unsuspecting Metool. Titania actually found herself smirking, and then she realized the faint blue glow in her chest, and she actually took pleasure in surveying the damage that her arrows did. It was unlike her, but she knew who it was like.
She smiled softly at the memory, and then a sudden twinge of pain toucheing at her heart erased the smile from her face.
We are alone, she thought solemnly. Let's fight together, like we always used to...
Yeah... like back then. The reply was sad, yet Titania also sensed the same poignant tone in his voice as in hers.
Oberon felt a wave of relief wash over him as he bubbled to the surface of his body, and from where Titania had stood he charged into the Larks, blades aglow with a silver aura of pure power. Hardly even looking at his target for the rage and joy of battle, he carved a crescent through the Net space, then whirled around and charged into the herd of Metool, seeking his next target.
AquaNdl [20 LarkA, 20 LarkD, 20 MetoolA]
Sword [80] LarkD
Sword [80] MetoolB
She smiled softly at the memory, and then a sudden twinge of pain toucheing at her heart erased the smile from her face.
We are alone, she thought solemnly. Let's fight together, like we always used to...
Yeah... like back then. The reply was sad, yet Titania also sensed the same poignant tone in his voice as in hers.
Oberon felt a wave of relief wash over him as he bubbled to the surface of his body, and from where Titania had stood he charged into the Larks, blades aglow with a silver aura of pure power. Hardly even looking at his target for the rage and joy of battle, he carved a crescent through the Net space, then whirled around and charged into the herd of Metool, seeking his next target.
AquaNdl [20 LarkA, 20 LarkD, 20 MetoolA]
Sword [80] LarkD
Sword [80] MetoolB
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Lark A: Deleted!
Lark B: Deleted!
Lark C: Deleted!
Lark D: Deleted!
Titania: 130
Titania slaughters the remaining Larks.
Victoly! Get: 500z
NEXT!
Metool A: 20
Metool B: Deleted!
Metool C: 40
Metool D: 40
Metool E: 40
Metool F: 40
Metool G: 40
Oberon: 100
Titania's arrow blasts into a Met, and Oberon's sword strike rings true, deleting another. One Metool fires off a shockwave, which misses, and another runs up to Oberon, slashing at him wildly with it's pickaxe, which digs into him multiple times. (10x3)
Lark B: Deleted!
Lark C: Deleted!
Lark D: Deleted!
Titania: 130
Titania slaughters the remaining Larks.
Victoly! Get: 500z
NEXT!
Metool A: 20
Metool B: Deleted!
Metool C: 40
Metool D: 40
Metool E: 40
Metool F: 40
Metool G: 40
Oberon: 100
Titania's arrow blasts into a Met, and Oberon's sword strike rings true, deleting another. One Metool fires off a shockwave, which misses, and another runs up to Oberon, slashing at him wildly with it's pickaxe, which digs into him multiple times. (10x3)
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Oberon. Titania. The call came just as Oberon angrily shook off off the Met that was attacking him. The sapphire on his chest glimmered as he backpedaled to give him a view of all his enemies. He appeared to ignore it for a second as he activated a battlechip, causing a wave of green data to flow through his blades, from the knuckle-guard to the hilt. With a grunt, he flicked one through the air in a golf-like swing, letting it skid against the ground, where it released its energies and summoned a rolling log out of the Netscape.
Only once he had created the temporary respite did Oberon answer the female voice that was not Titania.
What?
The NetPolice mission you agreed to join is starting soon. Finish this quickly so that we can give the HealProgs time to work on you. Sarah's voice was like a phone operator's: indifferent to the news it bore.
Very well. I'll make it fast.
Oberon shouted a battle cry and silenced the nagging voice of caution in his mind as he charged into the group of Mets head-on, tensing his body against the inevitable counterattack, finally using his momentum to cut two Mets, both at arm's length on either side of his body. Even thogh expression and definition were strangers to his body, it was clear that Oberon's fury was spreading from his heart, to his blades, to his enemies, through every inch of his being.
RingLog1 [50]Met F,G
Chaaaaaaarge!
Blade Sword [100x2] MetoolD,E
Only once he had created the temporary respite did Oberon answer the female voice that was not Titania.
What?
The NetPolice mission you agreed to join is starting soon. Finish this quickly so that we can give the HealProgs time to work on you. Sarah's voice was like a phone operator's: indifferent to the news it bore.
Very well. I'll make it fast.
Oberon shouted a battle cry and silenced the nagging voice of caution in his mind as he charged into the group of Mets head-on, tensing his body against the inevitable counterattack, finally using his momentum to cut two Mets, both at arm's length on either side of his body. Even thogh expression and definition were strangers to his body, it was clear that Oberon's fury was spreading from his heart, to his blades, to his enemies, through every inch of his being.
RingLog1 [50]Met F,G
Chaaaaaaarge!
Blade Sword [100x2] MetoolD,E
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The log rolls through a met and two more are cut down by the massive sword. One met hides under its helmet while another makes a feeble attempt to attack.
Metool A: 20
Metool B: Deleted!
Metool C: 40
Metool D: DELETED!
Metool E: DELETED!
Metool F: DELETED!
Metool G: 40(Hiding)
Oberon: 100
Metool A: 20
Metool B: Deleted!
Metool C: 40
Metool D: DELETED!
Metool E: DELETED!
Metool F: DELETED!
Metool G: 40(Hiding)
Oberon: 100
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Quickly... Finish it. Quickly. Oberon continued his charge, keeping his eyes dead-set on the enemies as he approached them. With a quick swipe, he cut a Metool as he passed it, the glowing blue blade making a soft hum in the air as they lightly flashed through the Net space, leaving in their wake a thin trail of blue energy.
"It's over!"
The battle cry escaped Oberon's lips as his blades changed colors, losing their blue tinge for a firey orange glow. With both blades he carved an X-shaped symbol in the air through the Met's position, then turned on his heels and dove, weapons-first, into the Met that been hiding, hoping to catch it by surprise.
Sword MetC [80]
RageClaw MetA [40]
RageClaw MetG [40]
"It's over!"
The battle cry escaped Oberon's lips as his blades changed colors, losing their blue tinge for a firey orange glow. With both blades he carved an X-shaped symbol in the air through the Met's position, then turned on his heels and dove, weapons-first, into the Met that been hiding, hoping to catch it by surprise.
Sword MetC [80]
RageClaw MetA [40]
RageClaw MetG [40]
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Oberon uses his sword to slash one met and his claw to rip through another. The last met's helmet blocks the last attack, though.
Metool A: DELETED!
Metool B: Deleted!
Metool C: DELETED!
Metool D: DELETED!
Metool E: DELETED!
Metool F: DELETED!
Metool G: 40(Hiding)
Oberon: 100
Metool A: DELETED!
Metool B: Deleted!
Metool C: DELETED!
Metool D: DELETED!
Metool E: DELETED!
Metool F: DELETED!
Metool G: 40(Hiding)
Oberon: 100
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Oberon snarled in annoyance at the hiding Met. "You can't hide forever," he said darkly, and the jewel on his chest flashed in the firelight of Oberon's anger. "Come-- meet your death!"
Soething from deep in his head tried to restrain him, but he shook it off. Sarah said to do it fast. He would do it fast.
His feet skidded in the snow as he opened another few yards of distance, and then he kicked up another cloud of white virtual precipitation as he started his advance again, waiting for the moment when the Met would show its strange, disembodied face from under its impenetrable helmet. At that moment, he would sidestep, and under-cut the final remaining virus into oblivion.
Advance/wait for it
Dodge
RageClaw [40] remaining Met
Soething from deep in his head tried to restrain him, but he shook it off. Sarah said to do it fast. He would do it fast.
His feet skidded in the snow as he opened another few yards of distance, and then he kicked up another cloud of white virtual precipitation as he started his advance again, waiting for the moment when the Met would show its strange, disembodied face from under its impenetrable helmet. At that moment, he would sidestep, and under-cut the final remaining virus into oblivion.
Advance/wait for it
Dodge
RageClaw [40] remaining Met
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It peeks out and is promptly stabbed.
Metool A: DELETED!
Metool B: Deleted!
Metool C: DELETED!
Metool D: DELETED!
Metool E: DELETED!
Metool F: DELETED!
Metool G: DELETED!
Oberon: 100
Rewards: Guard, 300z
Metool A: DELETED!
Metool B: Deleted!
Metool C: DELETED!
Metool D: DELETED!
Metool E: DELETED!
Metool F: DELETED!
Metool G: DELETED!
Oberon: 100
Rewards: Guard, 300z
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As soon as Oberon's weapons were dismissed, his body quickly dissolved into the androgynous figure that was neither Titania nor Oberon, yet both at the same time. Its face was obscured by a rain of falling feathers as two pairs of superimposed wings, one graceful, delicate, and wide, and the other pair tall, powerful, like a cloak of feathers, stretched out behind them, then folded forwards to envelop the united lovers and take them into the sky.