The Master chuckled helplessly. "Well, I suppose it was enough. Not bad, not bad. Ah, and it would appear that our competent friend Splitman was able to finish his end as well. Excellent. That simply leaves... Them." He sighed deeply. "Allow me to observe a moment... So, they counter every attack landed upon them, correct? Well then, the answer simply seems to be to destroy them in one shot. Unfortunately, that's not quite an option available to us... Then again, I'm not quite too eager to take any uneccessary damage. No reason to let these mindless creatures touch us in the first place, eh?"
"But how to prevent them from attacking? Hmm... I suppose..." The Master smiled and laughed. "Why yes, yes I do believe that could work. Allow me to show you the values of teamwork, CrushMan!"
"Chad! Can you hear me! I'd like to ask for a little assistance in destroying the enemy. Seeing your earlier flaming barrage gave me quite the bit of inspiration. I truly must thank you for it. Now I'm sure you're as eager as I am to get this done with as little mess as possible, so please bear with me. For now, we'll ignore one of the swarms. As for the other two..."
He sighed. "Ah my, but this is rather complicated isn't it? Oh well, no use worrying about nothing. We'll begin with this first hive, we'll label it A for simplicity. Crush will attack with a stunning attack, which should hopefully be enough to keep the counter attack from occuring. A bunch of knocked out bees is hardly a threat, right? After that, I'll be asking your Navi Splitman to finish the job. This should be done rather quickly, one after another, so as to prevent anything too nasty from occuring, yes?"
"That's one. Step 2 is a little more risky. As I said, your earlier inferno inspired me. I'll be attacking once again. I'll need you to do what you seem to excel in, protection. Burn the bees to ash when they try to attack. After that... I'll leave it to you to finish the hive."
"I've got enough firepower to do this and quite frankly I think you've got enough for it too... It's just a matter of performance from there. I'm sure our Navi can keep up." He paused. "Yes, isn't that right, Crush?" The Navi acknowledged the promise of what would be done for his failure.
He would hardly let it go at that. A shock went through his system as his fist sprouted a pair of sharp metal prongs, between which a spark of lightning danced. "So, we've agreed then? Good. CrushMan?" He fired off the pair of shockers at the designated target, then repostioned himself to fire at the second target. A wave passed over him and the great sword formed in front of him. He briefly ran the last thought over his mind. If he attacked with the sword, he'd have to retreat to allow his ally to counter... Crush shook his head. Enough time had passed. A long double trail of near invisible threads hanged between him and the first target as he charged, sword at the ready, and flew into battle.
Summary
1. Magbolt to HoneyBomberA - 90 Damage - Elec - Stun
2. Sword to HoneyBomberB - 80 Damage -
3. Dodge
Going to Smash this Place
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If Chad was listening up above he gave no sign of it now. Splitman's arm merely transformed quietly into a new form. A gun of some sort, Nothing special, not that it would need to be. He watched quietly as his ally made his first attack. The weapon might stun the HoneyBomber, but it wouldn't kill it. That was his job. His arm flicked up as he fired a cannon shot, the blow striking almost immediately. Splitman looked down for a moment and smiled. When he looked back up his eyes were red.
Somewhere in the distance he heard someone say "OK" Probobly Chad, that's always what Chad says...
Splitman watched as his teamate made his second attack then time seemed to slow down. When the attack struck, he could see the counter's preperation well up inside of the HoneyBomber, like a thousand tiny beasts inside, all trying to escape. His arm shifted as he gripped his left hand in his right then proceeded to tear the arm off with a horrible screetching sound that seemed to pierce at one's very ears. As the limb detached, it shifted. Slowly at first then rapidly as it became encased in an aura of white light. By the time Splitman had finished extending his arm, a strange cannon-like weapon was held out in front of him. It's barrel seemed to glow softly red in the light.
Splitman dove to the side to get a better shot at the oncoming swarm then bullet the trigger and fired a pure blast of crimson flame that seemed eager to consume all in it's path. Hopefully Crush knew enough to get out of the way of the attack, but if not.... Splitman shrugged to himself slightly as the firearm changed into a left arm. There was always next time.
Summary:
Cannon(40): HoneyBomberA
MindShift:
HeatShot(40+Splash+Smash, Fire): HoneyBomberB's Attack/HoneyBomberB
Somewhere in the distance he heard someone say "OK" Probobly Chad, that's always what Chad says...
Splitman watched as his teamate made his second attack then time seemed to slow down. When the attack struck, he could see the counter's preperation well up inside of the HoneyBomber, like a thousand tiny beasts inside, all trying to escape. His arm shifted as he gripped his left hand in his right then proceeded to tear the arm off with a horrible screetching sound that seemed to pierce at one's very ears. As the limb detached, it shifted. Slowly at first then rapidly as it became encased in an aura of white light. By the time Splitman had finished extending his arm, a strange cannon-like weapon was held out in front of him. It's barrel seemed to glow softly red in the light.
Splitman dove to the side to get a better shot at the oncoming swarm then bullet the trigger and fired a pure blast of crimson flame that seemed eager to consume all in it's path. Hopefully Crush knew enough to get out of the way of the attack, but if not.... Splitman shrugged to himself slightly as the firearm changed into a left arm. There was always next time.
Summary:
Cannon(40): HoneyBomberA
MindShift:
HeatShot(40+Splash+Smash, Fire): HoneyBomberB's Attack/HoneyBomberB
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Splitman angers the beehive viruses. Bad move.
Luckily, Crushman is there to save the day! Finishing off the viruses, the bees dissipate without a leader to command them.
And then there was one.
HoneybomberA: DELETED
HoneybomberB: DELETED
HoneybomberC: 110 HP
CactyA: DELETED
CactyB: DELETED
CactyC: DELETED
VolgearA: DELETED
VolgearB: DELETED
VolgearC: DELETED
VolgearD: DELETED
Splitman: 100 HP
Crushman: 150 HP
Luckily, Crushman is there to save the day! Finishing off the viruses, the bees dissipate without a leader to command them.
And then there was one.
HoneybomberA: DELETED
HoneybomberB: DELETED
HoneybomberC: 110 HP
CactyA: DELETED
CactyB: DELETED
CactyC: DELETED
VolgearA: DELETED
VolgearB: DELETED
VolgearC: DELETED
VolgearD: DELETED
Splitman: 100 HP
Crushman: 150 HP
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The Master sighed. "See, now that's the kind of thing that I like to see. It's so very good to have a competant companion, isn't it? As for this last enemy," he chuckled, "well, if it worked once, it could certainly work again, couldn't it?"
"CrushMan!" The Navi responded by clenching his sword tighter. "Eliminate the last foe! Let us show them our unquestionable power! Let us show them the power of the elite!" Having dispatched all his designated foes, the spined Navi turned to the final beehive, still peacefully buzzing on it's own. How very curious that the unit still would not defend itself, even after observing the failure of such a tactic moments before. This must be what the Master meant about the futility of the generic clones, and the power of the unique.
And the Navi meant to prove this ideology. He raised his great sword over his head, his long arms reaching back and over, then lunged towards the enemy. In a great bound, he closed the distance, and in that small period he tapped into his extra reserve of power. Again, his arms bulged with unbidden strength, and he chopped down with his great sword in a brutal overhand slash.
Summary
1. Strength Reserve - +60 Damage and Break to Next Melee Attack -
2. Sword to HoneyBomberC - 140 Damage and Break -
3. Dodge
"CrushMan!" The Navi responded by clenching his sword tighter. "Eliminate the last foe! Let us show them our unquestionable power! Let us show them the power of the elite!" Having dispatched all his designated foes, the spined Navi turned to the final beehive, still peacefully buzzing on it's own. How very curious that the unit still would not defend itself, even after observing the failure of such a tactic moments before. This must be what the Master meant about the futility of the generic clones, and the power of the unique.
And the Navi meant to prove this ideology. He raised his great sword over his head, his long arms reaching back and over, then lunged towards the enemy. In a great bound, he closed the distance, and in that small period he tapped into his extra reserve of power. Again, his arms bulged with unbidden strength, and he chopped down with his great sword in a brutal overhand slash.
Summary
1. Strength Reserve - +60 Damage and Break to Next Melee Attack -
2. Sword to HoneyBomberC - 140 Damage and Break -
3. Dodge
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Splitman merely watched with his arms folded as the last of the foes fell.
((Truely very sorry, don't have the time to think of an actual post when there is nothing to do, just finished unpacking and have too much to do today, just throw up dodge equivalents if it matters))
((Truely very sorry, don't have the time to think of an actual post when there is nothing to do, just finished unpacking and have too much to do today, just throw up dodge equivalents if it matters))
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((It was a little bad not to do any posting, but note that you also GodMode by saying "as the last of the foes fell." :P))
The honeycomb shattered under CrushMan's strong, vertical attack. The bees buzz for a few moments until dying out entirely.
HoneybomberA: DELETED
HoneybomberB: DELETED
HoneybomberC: DELETED
CactyA: DELETED
CactyB: DELETED
CactyC: DELETED
VolgearA: DELETED
VolgearB: DELETED
VolgearC: DELETED
VolgearD: DELETED
Splitman: 100 HP
Crushman: 150 HP
--VICTOLY! TRY NEXT STAGE!--
SplitMan recieves 700 zenny
ChrushMan recieves 800 zenny, Cactball1
The honeycomb shattered under CrushMan's strong, vertical attack. The bees buzz for a few moments until dying out entirely.
HoneybomberA: DELETED
HoneybomberB: DELETED
HoneybomberC: DELETED
CactyA: DELETED
CactyB: DELETED
CactyC: DELETED
VolgearA: DELETED
VolgearB: DELETED
VolgearC: DELETED
VolgearD: DELETED
Splitman: 100 HP
Crushman: 150 HP
--VICTOLY! TRY NEXT STAGE!--
SplitMan recieves 700 zenny
ChrushMan recieves 800 zenny, Cactball1
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(I'll say this, Chad's confidence in his ally is certainly encouraging!)
"What a waste of time," The Master said as CrushMan hacked through the last foe. "That was downright boring. They couldn't even touch us! And those beehive enemies, I've never seen such pathetic resistance! This was downright..." There was a pause. "Hm, well, I suppose it was certainly amusing at least. And let's see the rewards..." CrushMan downloaded a remaining data packet and The Master made an amused chuckle. "Ah, here it comes, here it comes!"
"..." There was a very distinct lack of exuberation in the Master's next sigh. "What on earth is this? Is this a joke? What kind of weapon is this?" There was another exasperated sigh. "This is absolutely unbelievable... Well... Now... Hmm, maybe there's some potential?" There was another pause. "Yes... Why yes, I do believe..."
"Oh-hoh! Yes indeed! Well Chad, I'm done scrounging the enemy remains. You done? If so, I'd like to head on, as soon as possible. We're nearing that... whatever it is I'm picking up. At anyrate, I'm leaving the rest up to you. Crush? Follow our ally Splitman, will you? I've got some reprogramming to do..."
"What a waste of time," The Master said as CrushMan hacked through the last foe. "That was downright boring. They couldn't even touch us! And those beehive enemies, I've never seen such pathetic resistance! This was downright..." There was a pause. "Hm, well, I suppose it was certainly amusing at least. And let's see the rewards..." CrushMan downloaded a remaining data packet and The Master made an amused chuckle. "Ah, here it comes, here it comes!"
"..." There was a very distinct lack of exuberation in the Master's next sigh. "What on earth is this? Is this a joke? What kind of weapon is this?" There was another exasperated sigh. "This is absolutely unbelievable... Well... Now... Hmm, maybe there's some potential?" There was another pause. "Yes... Why yes, I do believe..."
"Oh-hoh! Yes indeed! Well Chad, I'm done scrounging the enemy remains. You done? If so, I'd like to head on, as soon as possible. We're nearing that... whatever it is I'm picking up. At anyrate, I'm leaving the rest up to you. Crush? Follow our ally Splitman, will you? I've got some reprogramming to do..."
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((It would seem that my confidence cost me. Sorry about basically not posting, but I thought it would be rude to leave you hanging when I really didn't have the time until today. On a side-note though, that really isn't god-modding. I neither gave my actions any notable level of success nor described the events around me with any form of unusual accuracy for my benefit. It is a perfectly valid asumption that my teamate was able to hit a stationary enemy who wasnt attacking, though I did not say that in specific. The majority of posts made here include more god-modding than my previous one))
Splitman stretched slightly as Crush finished whatever the hell it was he was doing. Odd, it was like he did nothing but follow the orders of his 'Master', at all. Very odd... he even seemed to be talking to Chad even now. It seemed very likely that he didn't realise that Chad didn't even pay attention most the time. No matter really, the guy's Navi at least was useful as an ally even if its master had no idea what was going one here.
"Come on, there should be more of the buggers down this way" Spitman said, gesturing towards Crush "We might as well continue on down" Split let out a sigh, it would seem that this guy was fairly over the top. Hopefully it wouldnt impact performance at all. He seemed a bit over-obsesed with powerful chips, but maybe that was a good thing for an ally.
Splitman continued down the path suddenly aware that he was dragging his arm on the ground. How impolite of him. He threw the spare limb up over his shoulder and continued on.
Splitman stretched slightly as Crush finished whatever the hell it was he was doing. Odd, it was like he did nothing but follow the orders of his 'Master', at all. Very odd... he even seemed to be talking to Chad even now. It seemed very likely that he didn't realise that Chad didn't even pay attention most the time. No matter really, the guy's Navi at least was useful as an ally even if its master had no idea what was going one here.
"Come on, there should be more of the buggers down this way" Spitman said, gesturing towards Crush "We might as well continue on down" Split let out a sigh, it would seem that this guy was fairly over the top. Hopefully it wouldnt impact performance at all. He seemed a bit over-obsesed with powerful chips, but maybe that was a good thing for an ally.
Splitman continued down the path suddenly aware that he was dragging his arm on the ground. How impolite of him. He threw the spare limb up over his shoulder and continued on.
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((Alright, what the hell. Sorry if the balance on this fight is a little wanky, but you'll live.))
A couple of navis wandered into sight. Judging by their matted hair, dark clothing, and general demeanor, they were Heelnavis, although more heavily customized than most. "Hey, Charl. Look at these guys." One noted in a crisp, cynical tone.
"Yeah, I know. Reeeeal scary." The other responded in a drawl. They chatted as if the subjects of their conversation weren't even there. "We got some half-and-half freak of programming, and some giant wrapped up all nice in barbs and bear traps..."
"Look at that family crest on the bear trap, too. Those Wuthering guys or whatever are real rich. I suppose we'll get a lot of scratch from them."
"Looks like we'll have to do something extra-special for them, huh?"
"I reckon so, Charl."
"Right on it, Bjorn."
"You see..." Bjorn began, sweeping around to face his two propective victims, "although you may well know that we are indeed Heelnavi, specially customized to meet black-market standards, we can do something a little extra as well."
"And I think you'll be pleasantly surprised." Charl brought his fingers to his mouth for a shrill whistle, Bjorn folowing suit. There was a blinding flash of light, and as soon as it faded...
"What do you think about our custom-fit mobile mecha suits here? Nice, huh?" Indeed, the duo were comfortably seated in the cockpits of two large robotic suits, at least as tall as Crushman. They had an overall apish look to them, due to the suits' short legs, barrel chests, and long thick arms.
"Ride Armor, the best blood money can buy." Bjorn's suit raised one bare-steel claw in demonstration. "A certain specialist was kind enough to code and install them real quick-like. And we've been wanting to test them out, see?"
"So long as we're in this armor, you can't touch us! You ready to meet your programmers?"
Bjorn: 100 [ARMORED]
BjornArmor: 225
Charl: 100 [ARMORED]
CharlArmor: 225
[Bjorn and Charl are protected by their suits and can't be hurt!]
Splitman: 100 HP
Crushman: 150 HP
-ROUND 5!-
-LET'S ROCK!-
A couple of navis wandered into sight. Judging by their matted hair, dark clothing, and general demeanor, they were Heelnavis, although more heavily customized than most. "Hey, Charl. Look at these guys." One noted in a crisp, cynical tone.
"Yeah, I know. Reeeeal scary." The other responded in a drawl. They chatted as if the subjects of their conversation weren't even there. "We got some half-and-half freak of programming, and some giant wrapped up all nice in barbs and bear traps..."
"Look at that family crest on the bear trap, too. Those Wuthering guys or whatever are real rich. I suppose we'll get a lot of scratch from them."
"Looks like we'll have to do something extra-special for them, huh?"
"I reckon so, Charl."
"Right on it, Bjorn."
"You see..." Bjorn began, sweeping around to face his two propective victims, "although you may well know that we are indeed Heelnavi, specially customized to meet black-market standards, we can do something a little extra as well."
"And I think you'll be pleasantly surprised." Charl brought his fingers to his mouth for a shrill whistle, Bjorn folowing suit. There was a blinding flash of light, and as soon as it faded...
"What do you think about our custom-fit mobile mecha suits here? Nice, huh?" Indeed, the duo were comfortably seated in the cockpits of two large robotic suits, at least as tall as Crushman. They had an overall apish look to them, due to the suits' short legs, barrel chests, and long thick arms.
"Ride Armor, the best blood money can buy." Bjorn's suit raised one bare-steel claw in demonstration. "A certain specialist was kind enough to code and install them real quick-like. And we've been wanting to test them out, see?"
"So long as we're in this armor, you can't touch us! You ready to meet your programmers?"
Bjorn: 100 [ARMORED]
BjornArmor: 225
Charl: 100 [ARMORED]
CharlArmor: 225
[Bjorn and Charl are protected by their suits and can't be hurt!]
Splitman: 100 HP
Crushman: 150 HP
-ROUND 5!-
-LET'S ROCK!-
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Splitman smiled despite himself as he watched the two foes talk. They were greater fools than they might ever live to realise if they figured that something as thin and piercable as a cockpit canopy could protect them from the most fierce of attacks, not that he would be the one attacking right now.
His eyes flashed a dark blue briefly before he lept out between the duo. Hopefully they wouldn't be able to turn fast enough to stop him. He raised his left-hand up into the air in grand display before a blue tendral of energy shot into the air writhing into some pre-designated spot half-way-between Split and Bjorn. A cyan curtain of energy descended down around them, originating from the point. "You won't be showing off anything of the sort, especially when you are trapped" Splitman said before closing his hand into a tight fist around the tendral. He added two words "like this" as his life-force slammed inward around the HeelNavi, threatening to trap him in its bindings of light.
Splitman smiled slightly though his body remained pressed against his foe, as he had accidentally forgotten to leave a means of escape for himself, too busy focusing on leaving an opening for the attack. 'No matter' He thought as he called out to his ally "While I have him pinned down take out the pilot, I am not sure how long I can hold this"
A shield blinked in on his left though he could not reach it. Freaking Chad never paid attention to what he was doing, but maybe he would get lucky and the enemy would hit it anyway.
Summary:
LifeBarrier: Dome shape around Bjorn and Self
LifeBarrier: Change shape to a very small cylinder around Njorn and Self to prevent movement. Hole in front of his cockpit
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90 Health commited to LifeBarrier
His eyes flashed a dark blue briefly before he lept out between the duo. Hopefully they wouldn't be able to turn fast enough to stop him. He raised his left-hand up into the air in grand display before a blue tendral of energy shot into the air writhing into some pre-designated spot half-way-between Split and Bjorn. A cyan curtain of energy descended down around them, originating from the point. "You won't be showing off anything of the sort, especially when you are trapped" Splitman said before closing his hand into a tight fist around the tendral. He added two words "like this" as his life-force slammed inward around the HeelNavi, threatening to trap him in its bindings of light.
Splitman smiled slightly though his body remained pressed against his foe, as he had accidentally forgotten to leave a means of escape for himself, too busy focusing on leaving an opening for the attack. 'No matter' He thought as he called out to his ally "While I have him pinned down take out the pilot, I am not sure how long I can hold this"
A shield blinked in on his left though he could not reach it. Freaking Chad never paid attention to what he was doing, but maybe he would get lucky and the enemy would hit it anyway.
Summary:
LifeBarrier: Dome shape around Bjorn and Self
LifeBarrier: Change shape to a very small cylinder around Njorn and Self to prevent movement. Hole in front of his cockpit
Guard1
90 Health commited to LifeBarrier
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Earlier
"Chad... It would appear that we have a situation on our hands. I was looking through a few websites just not and it would appear..." The Master was cut off suddenly, the spoke again. "Two units, incoming. They couldn't have found us already?"
CrushMan could see them coming now. Two Navis, unlike any he'd seen before, but perhaps bearing the closest resemblance to the Mafia Navi from Electown.
"So they're not..." The Master whispered. The Master wasn't speaking to him, was he?
"Hey, Charl. Look at these guys," one of the two said in a nasty voice.
"Charl?" The Master said quietly in a voice to match.
"Yeah," the second Navi responded, "I know. Reeeeal scary. We got some half-and-half freak of programming, and some giant wrapped up all nice in barbs and bear traps..."
"Well, at least they get the point." The Master sounded somewhat amused by the enemy's actions.
"Look at that family crest on the bear trap, too." There was a gasp from the air above CrushMan, where the Master's voice always originated. "Those Wuthering guys or whatever are real rich. I suppose we'll get a lot of scratch from them."
"How dare you," the Master hissed, too low perhaps for any but Crush to hear. "This is troublesome..."
"Looks like we'll have to do something extra-special for them, huh?" The one, Charl, said to his companion.
"Fine then, " the Master said, the volume of his voice slowly rising. "I won't suffer this kind of indignity!"
"I reckon so, Charl, " the one named Bjorn said to his companion.
"One thing at a time. This other business is certainly troublesome," the Master said, louder now, "but..."
"Right on it, Bjorn," the second Navi continued. There was something wrong about how the two acted, but what was all this business with the Master?
"But for now, we'll simply have to deal with this idiocy," the Master finished. "CrushMan, prepare yourself." A battle command? So these Navis were enemies then? But how could the Master be so sure?
"You see..." Bjorn began again, "although you may well know that we are indeed Heelnavi," HeelNavi? "specially customized to meet black-market standards, we can do something a little extra as well."
Perhaps this was what was clueing the Master in to their intentions? The way they stood, the tone in the way they spoke, perhaps that was it? "And I think you'll be pleasantly surprised," the one named Charl said, thought CrushMan could really only tell the difference between the two due to their frequent calls to one another. The enemy Navi then brought his hand to his mouth. This action was followed moments later by a shrill sound, which found a companion as Bjorn followed suit. And then, a flash of light. A special attack? CrushMan stumbled back in his blinded state, waiting and hoping for the Master to command him while a tiny part of him cried out against this last thought. But it was a very small part of him. The blindness passed and no attack came. He had been certain that at the distance the enemy was at, they would've at least have been able to strike once.
"What do you think about our custom-fit mobile mecha suits here?" His vision now returned, Crush looked around for Bjorn, or was it Charl?, but could not find either of the two. There were now, however, two very large things standing where the two had once been. "Nice, huh?" CrushMan was momentarily taken aback. He'd never seen anything as large as these foes, as tall, or maybe even taller, than himself. He saw them now, the two 'HeelNavis' as they'd called themselves, situated inside the large things that had suddenly appeared. So they were still here.
"Ride Armor, the best blood money can buy," a voice said, though Crush couldn't say which of the two had said it. One of the things raised an arm, which ended in a wicked claw. Crush briefly wondered if he looked like that when using the Rage Claw weapon. "A certain specialist was kind enough to code and install them real quick-like. And we've been wanting to test them out, see?"
This was the time to strike. If only he'd done it sooner, had only defeated the threat sooner, he might have neutralized the enemy before they'd have been able to retrieve their weapons. "So long as we're in this armor, you can't touch us!" One shouted. Crush finally moved a step towards the enemy. "You ready to meet your programmers?"
Presently
"CrushMan, defensive actions, now!" The Navi threw himself to the side in response and started running using the inertia of the action. The enemies were attacking? When had they started? Yet even focusing himself, he couldn't detect anything. Truly he was lucky to have someone like the Master to help him against the dangers he did not know, the giant Navi thought as a tiny voice whispered 'No' to him. His spiked heels punched through the ground in every leap as he circled around the enemy. "Well then, feel free to test your new toys, children," the Master said. "However, you should know that I never hold back in matters such as this. You'll be facing my full power at all times, there's no room for practice here!"
It had been some time since the Master had tested him. CrushMan still bore no weapons as he trudged along, trying to find a place for him to attack, as the Master continued to speak. "Yes, but really, you probably would have been better off buying personal upgrades. Something like that, well, it seems like such a waste, you know? I hear that things like that are unreliable. Ah, but I suppose that it could simply be that I am misinformed, eh? I've just always held the notion that the only respectable power in this world is the power that oneself commands." There, surely that was the command to attack! CrushMan started to dart towards the enemy, his huge frame nearly flying across the landscape as he neared.
"CrushMan, not yet. I'm not done with these fellows quite yet. And besides," he whispered, "it would appear that our ally is attempting something." Crush quickly searched for and found his ally Splitman and the one jumped between the enemies. "Almost, I'd say..."
The Masters voice rose again as Crush continued his defensive maneuvers. "What I do know, however, is that little puppies shouldn't bark quite so loudly unless they have the bite to back it up. Don't you agree? Yes, quite a lot of talk, quite a lot of talk... Even about my family." A blue light between the enemies, surely Splitman's doing. This was the time. A surge of energy came tearing in and bore itself into Crush, focusing around his arms and hands, as a great blade, tall as himself and as wide as his two fists, formed within easy reach and he took hold of it.
"That's the Weatherbey family you're talking about and it is a proud Weatherbey that you speak to now!" The Master paused as Splitman did his work, and continued in a much lower voice. "Crush, unlock the inner strength. We'll show these fools." The strength reserve. Crush focused himself briefly, held himself absolutely still while he delved into his inner workings and accessed that volatile store of power, then tapped into it. And it felt like it was exploding. The power radiated from that single spot, filling his arms, his legs, his body with extra power. He gripped the sword tightly in both hands. "Go."
He charged in with the sword as the Master directed a target via the PET. That one was the one. "So now, allow me to show you just what it is that you're dealing with, you bumbling buffoons, you ambling apes, you pathetic commoners. That in the end, it really doesn't matter what it is you buy or try as long as you're a weakling to start with. Allow me to show you the difference!" The Master shouted as Crush closed the final stretch. "Allow me to show you the righteous strength of the noble Weatherbey family!"
Summary
1. Dodge
2. Strength Reserve - +60 Damage to Next Melee Attack - Break
3. Sword to Bjorn - 140 Damage - Break
"Chad... It would appear that we have a situation on our hands. I was looking through a few websites just not and it would appear..." The Master was cut off suddenly, the spoke again. "Two units, incoming. They couldn't have found us already?"
CrushMan could see them coming now. Two Navis, unlike any he'd seen before, but perhaps bearing the closest resemblance to the Mafia Navi from Electown.
"So they're not..." The Master whispered. The Master wasn't speaking to him, was he?
"Hey, Charl. Look at these guys," one of the two said in a nasty voice.
"Charl?" The Master said quietly in a voice to match.
"Yeah," the second Navi responded, "I know. Reeeeal scary. We got some half-and-half freak of programming, and some giant wrapped up all nice in barbs and bear traps..."
"Well, at least they get the point." The Master sounded somewhat amused by the enemy's actions.
"Look at that family crest on the bear trap, too." There was a gasp from the air above CrushMan, where the Master's voice always originated. "Those Wuthering guys or whatever are real rich. I suppose we'll get a lot of scratch from them."
"How dare you," the Master hissed, too low perhaps for any but Crush to hear. "This is troublesome..."
"Looks like we'll have to do something extra-special for them, huh?" The one, Charl, said to his companion.
"Fine then, " the Master said, the volume of his voice slowly rising. "I won't suffer this kind of indignity!"
"I reckon so, Charl, " the one named Bjorn said to his companion.
"One thing at a time. This other business is certainly troublesome," the Master said, louder now, "but..."
"Right on it, Bjorn," the second Navi continued. There was something wrong about how the two acted, but what was all this business with the Master?
"But for now, we'll simply have to deal with this idiocy," the Master finished. "CrushMan, prepare yourself." A battle command? So these Navis were enemies then? But how could the Master be so sure?
"You see..." Bjorn began again, "although you may well know that we are indeed Heelnavi," HeelNavi? "specially customized to meet black-market standards, we can do something a little extra as well."
Perhaps this was what was clueing the Master in to their intentions? The way they stood, the tone in the way they spoke, perhaps that was it? "And I think you'll be pleasantly surprised," the one named Charl said, thought CrushMan could really only tell the difference between the two due to their frequent calls to one another. The enemy Navi then brought his hand to his mouth. This action was followed moments later by a shrill sound, which found a companion as Bjorn followed suit. And then, a flash of light. A special attack? CrushMan stumbled back in his blinded state, waiting and hoping for the Master to command him while a tiny part of him cried out against this last thought. But it was a very small part of him. The blindness passed and no attack came. He had been certain that at the distance the enemy was at, they would've at least have been able to strike once.
"What do you think about our custom-fit mobile mecha suits here?" His vision now returned, Crush looked around for Bjorn, or was it Charl?, but could not find either of the two. There were now, however, two very large things standing where the two had once been. "Nice, huh?" CrushMan was momentarily taken aback. He'd never seen anything as large as these foes, as tall, or maybe even taller, than himself. He saw them now, the two 'HeelNavis' as they'd called themselves, situated inside the large things that had suddenly appeared. So they were still here.
"Ride Armor, the best blood money can buy," a voice said, though Crush couldn't say which of the two had said it. One of the things raised an arm, which ended in a wicked claw. Crush briefly wondered if he looked like that when using the Rage Claw weapon. "A certain specialist was kind enough to code and install them real quick-like. And we've been wanting to test them out, see?"
This was the time to strike. If only he'd done it sooner, had only defeated the threat sooner, he might have neutralized the enemy before they'd have been able to retrieve their weapons. "So long as we're in this armor, you can't touch us!" One shouted. Crush finally moved a step towards the enemy. "You ready to meet your programmers?"
Presently
"CrushMan, defensive actions, now!" The Navi threw himself to the side in response and started running using the inertia of the action. The enemies were attacking? When had they started? Yet even focusing himself, he couldn't detect anything. Truly he was lucky to have someone like the Master to help him against the dangers he did not know, the giant Navi thought as a tiny voice whispered 'No' to him. His spiked heels punched through the ground in every leap as he circled around the enemy. "Well then, feel free to test your new toys, children," the Master said. "However, you should know that I never hold back in matters such as this. You'll be facing my full power at all times, there's no room for practice here!"
It had been some time since the Master had tested him. CrushMan still bore no weapons as he trudged along, trying to find a place for him to attack, as the Master continued to speak. "Yes, but really, you probably would have been better off buying personal upgrades. Something like that, well, it seems like such a waste, you know? I hear that things like that are unreliable. Ah, but I suppose that it could simply be that I am misinformed, eh? I've just always held the notion that the only respectable power in this world is the power that oneself commands." There, surely that was the command to attack! CrushMan started to dart towards the enemy, his huge frame nearly flying across the landscape as he neared.
"CrushMan, not yet. I'm not done with these fellows quite yet. And besides," he whispered, "it would appear that our ally is attempting something." Crush quickly searched for and found his ally Splitman and the one jumped between the enemies. "Almost, I'd say..."
The Masters voice rose again as Crush continued his defensive maneuvers. "What I do know, however, is that little puppies shouldn't bark quite so loudly unless they have the bite to back it up. Don't you agree? Yes, quite a lot of talk, quite a lot of talk... Even about my family." A blue light between the enemies, surely Splitman's doing. This was the time. A surge of energy came tearing in and bore itself into Crush, focusing around his arms and hands, as a great blade, tall as himself and as wide as his two fists, formed within easy reach and he took hold of it.
"That's the Weatherbey family you're talking about and it is a proud Weatherbey that you speak to now!" The Master paused as Splitman did his work, and continued in a much lower voice. "Crush, unlock the inner strength. We'll show these fools." The strength reserve. Crush focused himself briefly, held himself absolutely still while he delved into his inner workings and accessed that volatile store of power, then tapped into it. And it felt like it was exploding. The power radiated from that single spot, filling his arms, his legs, his body with extra power. He gripped the sword tightly in both hands. "Go."
He charged in with the sword as the Master directed a target via the PET. That one was the one. "So now, allow me to show you just what it is that you're dealing with, you bumbling buffoons, you ambling apes, you pathetic commoners. That in the end, it really doesn't matter what it is you buy or try as long as you're a weakling to start with. Allow me to show you the difference!" The Master shouted as Crush closed the final stretch. "Allow me to show you the righteous strength of the noble Weatherbey family!"
Summary
1. Dodge
2. Strength Reserve - +60 Damage to Next Melee Attack - Break
3. Sword to Bjorn - 140 Damage - Break
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"Huh? Wh-what the...? Charl!" Bjorn barked from his cockpit, abandoning the mechanically-augmented motions of his jumpsuit to claw at the cockpit. No use; it was held fast by Splitman's improvized cell. "Charl, you idiot! The little guy's piggybacking with some kind of bubble! Aren't these barriers supposed to keep stuff, you know, out?" The iron giant started forward with a menacing creak. Dark eyes found the slim hole that the 'little guy' had left in his cell, right above his cockpit, and Bjorn lost what composure he still had. Tears welled in his eyes and flowed freely down his filthy face. "I don't care about that stupid scientist and his stupid ultimate armor! Look where it got me! He made me a custom coffin!"
"Calm down. Remember, that armor's a barrier in itself. It may just be a prototype, but it should even keep this lug at bay. Even the cockpit is armored, for beta sake!" Charl's voice was calm and cool; however, he wasn't the one with a living mountain charging at him.
"You're... You're right!" With a shrill, hysteric laugh, Charl stopped clawing at the cockpit and reclaimed his seat at the controls. He watched the giant's blade grow nearer, an impudent grin on his face, when...
No one had predicted this, save maybe for a short-tempered child and his blindly faithful servant.
The blade came crashing through the heavy plate pseudo-glass of the cockpit. The blade had glanced off moments before it could deal the killing blow to the blubbering hood, and the blade stopped short of pseudo-flesh. The shards of glass flew into the cockpit like knives, slicing Bjorn's bared arms in a distinctly knifelike fashion. Any teary comments on the 'invincible' suit died in his throat. He was too busy being scared and fumbling about with the buttons on his Ride Armor. His fumbling had a purpose, though; a new sheet of glass, thicker than before and marked 'EMERGENCY' in huge yellow letters on either side slid into place. This seemed to captivate all his attention for the moment, let alone his current state; was that growing dark spot between his legs blood, or...?
Meanwhile, his friend Charl took the opportunity to send a giant metal fist flying at the spiked gigas. "Look, rich boy, I don't care what you and your freaky friend can do," he jeered. "The point is, we're gonna delete your navi, jack the connection, and take your loot. Standard procedure for the modern highwayman, and you're not gonna stop us with some toy robot."
Bjorn: 65 [ARMORED]
BjornArmor: 140
Both - 30HP LifeBarrier (open hole)
Charl: 100 [ARMORED]
CharlArmor: 225
[Bjorn and Charl are protected by their suits and can't be hurt!]
Splitman: 100 HP [30]
Crushman: 170 HP
"Calm down. Remember, that armor's a barrier in itself. It may just be a prototype, but it should even keep this lug at bay. Even the cockpit is armored, for beta sake!" Charl's voice was calm and cool; however, he wasn't the one with a living mountain charging at him.
"You're... You're right!" With a shrill, hysteric laugh, Charl stopped clawing at the cockpit and reclaimed his seat at the controls. He watched the giant's blade grow nearer, an impudent grin on his face, when...
No one had predicted this, save maybe for a short-tempered child and his blindly faithful servant.
The blade came crashing through the heavy plate pseudo-glass of the cockpit. The blade had glanced off moments before it could deal the killing blow to the blubbering hood, and the blade stopped short of pseudo-flesh. The shards of glass flew into the cockpit like knives, slicing Bjorn's bared arms in a distinctly knifelike fashion. Any teary comments on the 'invincible' suit died in his throat. He was too busy being scared and fumbling about with the buttons on his Ride Armor. His fumbling had a purpose, though; a new sheet of glass, thicker than before and marked 'EMERGENCY' in huge yellow letters on either side slid into place. This seemed to captivate all his attention for the moment, let alone his current state; was that growing dark spot between his legs blood, or...?
Meanwhile, his friend Charl took the opportunity to send a giant metal fist flying at the spiked gigas. "Look, rich boy, I don't care what you and your freaky friend can do," he jeered. "The point is, we're gonna delete your navi, jack the connection, and take your loot. Standard procedure for the modern highwayman, and you're not gonna stop us with some toy robot."
Bjorn: 65 [ARMORED]
BjornArmor: 140
Both - 30HP LifeBarrier (open hole)
Charl: 100 [ARMORED]
CharlArmor: 225
[Bjorn and Charl are protected by their suits and can't be hurt!]
Splitman: 100 HP [30]
Crushman: 170 HP
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'Screw this' Split though as his eyes began turning red, his arms elongated into large claws and the barrier dropped. He jumped up and around the top of his foe, clawing towards the window. His foe wouldn't escape harm so easily as putting up a new glass pannel...
He slid up reaching for the top of the hideous contraption then attempted to dig in with his claws, trying to tear off or at the very least peel back the screen. His arm buckled under the strain of his attempt and fell disjointed to the side, barely hanging on when he was done.
Summary:
MindShift: Adds Break to next attack, become breaktype
RageClawx2: Both with break added, to tear off cockpit window.
He slid up reaching for the top of the hideous contraption then attempted to dig in with his claws, trying to tear off or at the very least peel back the screen. His arm buckled under the strain of his attempt and fell disjointed to the side, barely hanging on when he was done.
Summary:
MindShift: Adds Break to next attack, become breaktype
RageClawx2: Both with break added, to tear off cockpit window.
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Earlier
It almost seemed as if time slowed down for just a moment. The sword he held hovered in front of the protective covering of the enemy Navi, Crush could see the Navi's every reaction. Then, a touch. The sword pinged against the enemy armor cockpit. Then the crushing strength drove it home, and time seemed to go all too quickly. The covering bent under the sheer force of the attack before exploding in a shower of data that flew in every direction. Sharp little shards pinged off of his shoulders and head, carving neat little niches into him, and the Navi continued to drive his blade. Shattering, rending, crushing the data in his way, his sword was finally stopped just short of the enemy. But there was still his reward. That look on the enemy's face, the glass shards imbedded all over the puny creature's body, that was his reward for his work. And the Master laughed. He laughed loud and long. "So this is the power of you supposedly 'invincible' armor? Hahahaha! You're pathetic!" He meant to perform the final push, to execute the Master's foe then and there when a new protective covering slid up. CrushMan yanked the blade out suddenly, sending another small shower of data particles falling around him, as he slowly gazed at the pathetic individual inside. So this was what the Master meant. That was a commoner. That pleased him.
Suddenly, a movement from Charl. A spiked claw came diving in at him as he finished his work with his companion. He ducked to the side, neatly avoiding the claw as it scratched the slightest part of his shoulder, leaving another tiny scratch amongst his many others. This elicited another howl of laughter from the Master. "Incredible! Do you really expect to defeat us with that kind of power?" Us? Crush noted that single word. "It's impossible for you at this point! You have no chance to survive against my noble warrior, my undefeatable knight!" Crush was momentarily caught off guard. What was that sound in the Master's voice? What was this feeling as the Master talked so warmly of him? It was a different feeling. Very different. "Prepare yourselves, you pathetic maggots, for we'll show no mercy to you!"
Presently
"Back away, just a bit, won't you CrushMan? I'd like to savor this moment." Crush did as asked of him, holding his blade in a defensive position, high and at the ready. "I did tell you, didn't I? That there's no substitute for real power. But I suppose some things are just beyond some people's comprehension. There's simply so much to bother with when you're in that sort of thing, don't you think? Why, I truly must wonder, does it share the weaknesses of it's true counterparts? For example..." The sword clutched so very tightly between his hands slowly started to melt away, split apart into tiny particles, as a new power came to him. A great wave of something left his entire left arm numb as the overwhelming power spread through him. His fist started to mold and melt into something wholly different, losing it's individual fingers and features for two single, large prongs. There was a sound, *SCHAK*, as three blue strains of dancing energy popped between the two implements, waving up and down between the two. Magbolt. He threw his new 'hand' up towards Charl. "Good, Crush," the Master whispered. "Yes, that's right, I really do have to wonder!" The Master shouted. "Metal happens to be a very powerful conduit, is it not? So if my good friend Crush were to do this..."
The two prongs shot out suddenly, sparks of electricity flying off of them as they darted in towards the enemy, two single nails with an almost invisible thread heading back to it's origin point rocketed towards the enemy, Charl. *Shink* The sound came twice as the two needles jammed into the ground at the enemy's feet. The trailing lines sparked menacingly as Crush aimed down the long trail between he and his foe. Then, a command. A pulse of electric energy burst from within him, leaving his entire left arm devoid of feeling for a moment, burst from him and traveled down the taut line. Then, the energy met and collected at the two prongs, where it shined brightly and emitted a menacing, high pitched whirring noise. "A pulse attack," the Master said, satisfied. The area surrounding the two nails was suddenly accompanied by many tiny blue bolts, jumping up out of the ground and then diving back in as the energy threatened to release itself. The two lines detached and fell to the ground as the Master chuckled. "I do hope you enjoy this little science lesson, Charl," he said, stressing the name as much as spitting it out, as if the word were some kind of insult in itself.
Another rush, this one less invasive and more just a feeling of something coming close. "And while you do that, we'll finish dealing with your little friend." Another great sword appeared, wide and strong, terrible obsidian black in color, appeared in front of him and lodged itself in the ground. That was new. But there were many things new today, weren't there? He grasped the weapon with both hands, his left now returned to it's normal state, and ripped the weapon of the ground in an arc, gouging the area near the sword as he did so. Crush then let it drift, lazily, by his side, the tip just barely touching the earth. The Master had tried teaching him this once, but at the time he had not quite understood. Viruses simply didn't operate with simple things like fear, usually. But this one... "CrushMan! Go! Cut him down!" He dashed forward and around to Bjorn's rear, hoping to coordinate his attack with his ally. The great black blade was kept low by the ground, it's tip dipping into the ground with every leap and scraping across the surface with a terrible screeching sound, each leap leaving another gouge in the land. "Your program stability is low Bjorn. I wonder, can you even survive this next attack? Hah, what an interesting game! But let's face it, against the incredible power of my vassal, did you ever even stand a chance to begin with?" With that, Crush ripped his blade up high, sending a segment of the ground flying as he did so, and gripped the weapon in an overhead two-handed grasp. He dove forward, stabbing out towards the enemy's top. "That's right Crush! Stab the enemy, rip his pathetic armor in two!" CrushMan surged forward with all the strength he still possessed. Now, perhaps more than ever, it seemed vitally important to complete the Master's orders with all efficiency. But not because of some underlying threat or warning. There was a strange feeling inside him, a warm feeling, a feeling that seemed to be alone in his collection of memories. But this moment was a special one, it seemed. Like the Sharo incident, but completely different. Not that it mattered at this point. All he wanted to do, right then and there, was complete the Master's will. He thrust his weapon.
Summary
1. Dodge
2. Magbolt1 to Charl — 90 Damage — Elec — Stun —
--- Free Action — Smash — Add Break to Next Attack
3. Sword to Bjorn — 80 Damage — (Break)
It almost seemed as if time slowed down for just a moment. The sword he held hovered in front of the protective covering of the enemy Navi, Crush could see the Navi's every reaction. Then, a touch. The sword pinged against the enemy armor cockpit. Then the crushing strength drove it home, and time seemed to go all too quickly. The covering bent under the sheer force of the attack before exploding in a shower of data that flew in every direction. Sharp little shards pinged off of his shoulders and head, carving neat little niches into him, and the Navi continued to drive his blade. Shattering, rending, crushing the data in his way, his sword was finally stopped just short of the enemy. But there was still his reward. That look on the enemy's face, the glass shards imbedded all over the puny creature's body, that was his reward for his work. And the Master laughed. He laughed loud and long. "So this is the power of you supposedly 'invincible' armor? Hahahaha! You're pathetic!" He meant to perform the final push, to execute the Master's foe then and there when a new protective covering slid up. CrushMan yanked the blade out suddenly, sending another small shower of data particles falling around him, as he slowly gazed at the pathetic individual inside. So this was what the Master meant. That was a commoner. That pleased him.
Suddenly, a movement from Charl. A spiked claw came diving in at him as he finished his work with his companion. He ducked to the side, neatly avoiding the claw as it scratched the slightest part of his shoulder, leaving another tiny scratch amongst his many others. This elicited another howl of laughter from the Master. "Incredible! Do you really expect to defeat us with that kind of power?" Us? Crush noted that single word. "It's impossible for you at this point! You have no chance to survive against my noble warrior, my undefeatable knight!" Crush was momentarily caught off guard. What was that sound in the Master's voice? What was this feeling as the Master talked so warmly of him? It was a different feeling. Very different. "Prepare yourselves, you pathetic maggots, for we'll show no mercy to you!"
Presently
"Back away, just a bit, won't you CrushMan? I'd like to savor this moment." Crush did as asked of him, holding his blade in a defensive position, high and at the ready. "I did tell you, didn't I? That there's no substitute for real power. But I suppose some things are just beyond some people's comprehension. There's simply so much to bother with when you're in that sort of thing, don't you think? Why, I truly must wonder, does it share the weaknesses of it's true counterparts? For example..." The sword clutched so very tightly between his hands slowly started to melt away, split apart into tiny particles, as a new power came to him. A great wave of something left his entire left arm numb as the overwhelming power spread through him. His fist started to mold and melt into something wholly different, losing it's individual fingers and features for two single, large prongs. There was a sound, *SCHAK*, as three blue strains of dancing energy popped between the two implements, waving up and down between the two. Magbolt. He threw his new 'hand' up towards Charl. "Good, Crush," the Master whispered. "Yes, that's right, I really do have to wonder!" The Master shouted. "Metal happens to be a very powerful conduit, is it not? So if my good friend Crush were to do this..."
The two prongs shot out suddenly, sparks of electricity flying off of them as they darted in towards the enemy, two single nails with an almost invisible thread heading back to it's origin point rocketed towards the enemy, Charl. *Shink* The sound came twice as the two needles jammed into the ground at the enemy's feet. The trailing lines sparked menacingly as Crush aimed down the long trail between he and his foe. Then, a command. A pulse of electric energy burst from within him, leaving his entire left arm devoid of feeling for a moment, burst from him and traveled down the taut line. Then, the energy met and collected at the two prongs, where it shined brightly and emitted a menacing, high pitched whirring noise. "A pulse attack," the Master said, satisfied. The area surrounding the two nails was suddenly accompanied by many tiny blue bolts, jumping up out of the ground and then diving back in as the energy threatened to release itself. The two lines detached and fell to the ground as the Master chuckled. "I do hope you enjoy this little science lesson, Charl," he said, stressing the name as much as spitting it out, as if the word were some kind of insult in itself.
Another rush, this one less invasive and more just a feeling of something coming close. "And while you do that, we'll finish dealing with your little friend." Another great sword appeared, wide and strong, terrible obsidian black in color, appeared in front of him and lodged itself in the ground. That was new. But there were many things new today, weren't there? He grasped the weapon with both hands, his left now returned to it's normal state, and ripped the weapon of the ground in an arc, gouging the area near the sword as he did so. Crush then let it drift, lazily, by his side, the tip just barely touching the earth. The Master had tried teaching him this once, but at the time he had not quite understood. Viruses simply didn't operate with simple things like fear, usually. But this one... "CrushMan! Go! Cut him down!" He dashed forward and around to Bjorn's rear, hoping to coordinate his attack with his ally. The great black blade was kept low by the ground, it's tip dipping into the ground with every leap and scraping across the surface with a terrible screeching sound, each leap leaving another gouge in the land. "Your program stability is low Bjorn. I wonder, can you even survive this next attack? Hah, what an interesting game! But let's face it, against the incredible power of my vassal, did you ever even stand a chance to begin with?" With that, Crush ripped his blade up high, sending a segment of the ground flying as he did so, and gripped the weapon in an overhead two-handed grasp. He dove forward, stabbing out towards the enemy's top. "That's right Crush! Stab the enemy, rip his pathetic armor in two!" CrushMan surged forward with all the strength he still possessed. Now, perhaps more than ever, it seemed vitally important to complete the Master's orders with all efficiency. But not because of some underlying threat or warning. There was a strange feeling inside him, a warm feeling, a feeling that seemed to be alone in his collection of memories. But this moment was a special one, it seemed. Like the Sharo incident, but completely different. Not that it mattered at this point. All he wanted to do, right then and there, was complete the Master's will. He thrust his weapon.
Summary
1. Dodge
2. Magbolt1 to Charl — 90 Damage — Elec — Stun —
--- Free Action — Smash — Add Break to Next Attack
3. Sword to Bjorn — 80 Damage — (Break)
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(I feel like a hypocrite for doing this after it took me so long to get to posting myself... But 2-day bump.)
(Ack! Sorry, just remembered: King - Crush's Health is currently set at 180 and I was wondering about it. Does that mean he got bonus health somehow? It sounds like the enemy tried to hit him, but that you were leaving it open for me to let him dodge or something...)
(Ack! Sorry, just remembered: King - Crush's Health is currently set at 180 and I was wondering about it. Does that mean he got bonus health somehow? It sounds like the enemy tried to hit him, but that you were leaving it open for me to let him dodge or something...)
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"Damnit!" Charl brought his fists down on the dashboard of the Ride Armor in frustration. The metal suit, unused to this kind of assault from the inside, gave a slight jerk from the rattling of controls. "Hey, idiot! You're up there taking notes, right?" he shouted at the sky. "Well, guess what, smart guy? These things? They won't block a Break type. They come damn close, but that's not enough. And these things... You were so busy programming these to stand up to everything that you left them weak as a Metool!" He was so busy berating the unseen that he scarcely noticed the electricity coursing between the knight's modified gauntlets. When it started coursing through his mech, well, that caught his attention.
"Whoah! What the fu --" The blue lightning lanced through the machine and into the cockpit, almost scorching Charl in the process. But instead, it leapt right into the much-abused dashboard. The cockpit's glass ceiling filled with smoke. "Can't move! Damnit! You, Rich Kid, you think you're great, ah? I can reppair this puppy, though!" After a few brief moments of fiddling, electricity once more coursed through the armor, this time a gentle green.
Meanwhile, Bjorn was being assaulted by the split navi. One claw skittered uselessly across the thick emergency glass, leaving superficial scratches in the surface. The other managed to smash in a small area, sending mostly harmess glass into Bjorn's leg. "You little monkey! Stay away from the cockpit, it's so cheaaaaaaah!" He had caught sight of the heavy knight. Before he could react, the sword shot up and through the armor. It took off a good portion of Bjorn's leg in the process. The mobile suit-tank was in bad shape, owing partly to the deep gash stretching across its chest.
"He he... Hehehahahahahahaaa!" Bjorn's sanity was teetering on the edge, it seemed; he really wasn't used to encountering resistence. He flipped up a small glass screen near the slashed armrest and slammed his fist on the button within. With the agonizing creak of twisting metal, a battery of guns emerged from the Ride Armor's knuckles. They fired in sequence before Bjorn so much as began to aim, tracing blackened footprints on a path to Splitman. The shells were still weak for the amount of pyrotechnics they displayed, but they still managed to stagger the relatively small navi. "You're gonna die! You're all gonna die! We're gonna create an unstoppable suit of armor, and you're going to be dead! Heeahahahah!"
Bjorn: 35 [ARMORED]
BjornArmor: 50
Charl: 97 [ARMORED]
CharlArmor: 149 <Stunned!>
[Bjorn and Charl are protected by their suits and can't be hurt!]
Splitman: 80 HP
Crushman: 170 HP
"Whoah! What the fu --" The blue lightning lanced through the machine and into the cockpit, almost scorching Charl in the process. But instead, it leapt right into the much-abused dashboard. The cockpit's glass ceiling filled with smoke. "Can't move! Damnit! You, Rich Kid, you think you're great, ah? I can reppair this puppy, though!" After a few brief moments of fiddling, electricity once more coursed through the armor, this time a gentle green.
Meanwhile, Bjorn was being assaulted by the split navi. One claw skittered uselessly across the thick emergency glass, leaving superficial scratches in the surface. The other managed to smash in a small area, sending mostly harmess glass into Bjorn's leg. "You little monkey! Stay away from the cockpit, it's so cheaaaaaaah!" He had caught sight of the heavy knight. Before he could react, the sword shot up and through the armor. It took off a good portion of Bjorn's leg in the process. The mobile suit-tank was in bad shape, owing partly to the deep gash stretching across its chest.
"He he... Hehehahahahahahaaa!" Bjorn's sanity was teetering on the edge, it seemed; he really wasn't used to encountering resistence. He flipped up a small glass screen near the slashed armrest and slammed his fist on the button within. With the agonizing creak of twisting metal, a battery of guns emerged from the Ride Armor's knuckles. They fired in sequence before Bjorn so much as began to aim, tracing blackened footprints on a path to Splitman. The shells were still weak for the amount of pyrotechnics they displayed, but they still managed to stagger the relatively small navi. "You're gonna die! You're all gonna die! We're gonna create an unstoppable suit of armor, and you're going to be dead! Heeahahahah!"
Bjorn: 35 [ARMORED]
BjornArmor: 50
Charl: 97 [ARMORED]
CharlArmor: 149 <Stunned!>
[Bjorn and Charl are protected by their suits and can't be hurt!]
Splitman: 80 HP
Crushman: 170 HP
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Splitman's red eyes gleemed mericlessly in the light, as if manifesting some sort of kiddish glee mixed with pure anger. He hopped backwards away from Bjorn before shouting "Man your guns are weak, and you can't even hit anything anyway, so I guess it just matters that they are flashy"
-Meanwhile- he was running away at full speed toward his mechanized foe's only ally -Charl-. What type of name was Charl anyway, and why did he keep thinking like -this-.
"A question for another time" He said outloud before half-jumping half-scampering up towards the top of his towering and troublesomely tranquil foe. -Actually- maybe that was a good thing. He would be easier to scale when stunned.
Splitman shouted back towards his trailing foe from atop his terrible terrace "Come-on, lets see if you can actually hit me." He made vague gesture as if to bend over and present a better target, but nearly lost his footing. He slipped backwards his left arm flying backwards and becoming detached. He whipped around, grabbing it in his right. The two shifted for a second as if merging together before he jammed the combination downward into the base of his living terrain's neck.
The gray Navi's eyes gleamed in satisfaction upon seeing himself recover, pulsing just the faintest blue in the moment that passed.
"Bring IT" He shouted at Bjorn, vaguely concious that there was a potentially far more dangerous foe beneith his feet right now.
Summary:
Taunt Bjorn
RageClaw(Break, 40 maybe): Charl: Climb Charl
Dodge?
-Meanwhile- he was running away at full speed toward his mechanized foe's only ally -Charl-. What type of name was Charl anyway, and why did he keep thinking like -this-.
"A question for another time" He said outloud before half-jumping half-scampering up towards the top of his towering and troublesomely tranquil foe. -Actually- maybe that was a good thing. He would be easier to scale when stunned.
Splitman shouted back towards his trailing foe from atop his terrible terrace "Come-on, lets see if you can actually hit me." He made vague gesture as if to bend over and present a better target, but nearly lost his footing. He slipped backwards his left arm flying backwards and becoming detached. He whipped around, grabbing it in his right. The two shifted for a second as if merging together before he jammed the combination downward into the base of his living terrain's neck.
The gray Navi's eyes gleamed in satisfaction upon seeing himself recover, pulsing just the faintest blue in the moment that passed.
"Bring IT" He shouted at Bjorn, vaguely concious that there was a potentially far more dangerous foe beneith his feet right now.
Summary:
Taunt Bjorn
RageClaw(Break, 40 maybe): Charl: Climb Charl
Dodge?
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Down the great sword fell, threatening to carve the enemy down from head to toe. "Damnit! You, Rich Kid, you think you're great, ah?" What was that one saying about...
The sword sliced through several somethings as it cut in, but at an angle and from the side of the enemy armor. When had he moved out of the way? Not that it truly seemed to matter. The damage was still very appreciable, and the pilot inside, his yelps and screams of pain where more than enough to indicate the effectiveness of his attack. But did the Master see it that way? Had he failed again?
The Master sighed and in response the Navi brought himself to his fullest height. "How dissapointing." So, he had failed. There would be punishment to come, but surely this feeling was worse than- "I had expected a little more resistance out of you two." He laughed. "If I'm being quite honest, this little showing has been, well, rather boring." The Master wasn't angry at him? The Master laughed again. "Oh, don't get me wrong, there certainly is a certain satisfaction to beating someone this badly and yes, there is something very satisfying about seeing your companion in such a state," The Master continued, obviously speaking to Charl at this point, "but really, why even waste my time with something like this? Face it, you never stood a chance against my warrior. You're outclassed."
Presently
"Ah, but why am I even talking to you in the first place. Hah, you're just a tool after all. But thank you so very much for illuminating the fact that you had an Operator to me. And here I thought you were simply another worthless Rogue Navi." There was that word again. What did it mean? "But yes, hello there Operator of Charl! I'll forgive your rudeness of not introducing yourself this time, don't worry. Still, I suppose it's only fair that I acquire some sort of compensation for your slight..."
"CrushMan! Attack Charl!" The Navi obeyed, not before casting a weary glance back at the rampaging Bjorn. He raised his wide, black sword into the air as he charged, holding it at the ready, diving forward- "Stop!" The Master! He stopped, dead in his tracks, before defensively jumping back from the enemy. The Master was laughing. "Oh ho, don't take everything so seriously Crush. You too, Charl, and your operator as well. A joke, a joke. No, I'm sure the three of us can come to a reasonable conclusion as teh gentlemen we are. Well, we three at, anyrate, and perhaps my companion. As for the other one though..." Crush cast another look back, as if expecting the weakling to be trying something even now. "I really do think it's too late for him, don't you? My my, just look at him go. Disgraceful. There's no way he has an Operator, I know I certainly wouldn't allow my Navi to behave so foolishly. Why, like that, I assume he's as much of a threat to you as to us, hm? We'll all have to stay on guard until this whole matter is taken care of."
"Of course, that is unless I choose to eliminate him now." CrushMan raised his weapon. "...But I have not quite yet deemed that necessary. Yes, but this all boils down to one important fact. My allies an I control this battle as of now, surely you realize this. The rest will occur as I choose and there will be few deviations, if any at all. You have no choice but to cooperate or be destroyed." Crush could practically see The Master sitting beyond the viewboard, a cup of tea held in his hands, his piercing eyes daring the enemies to act. That image seeemd fitting for The Master, for one of his strength, of his nobility. And CrushMan would be his sword. "My terms are simple; unconditional surrender. You will cease battle protocols and yield."
"What's more," The Master said, his voice taking on an edge, "you'll also be surrendering 2000 Zenny, one thousand for my companion and one thousand for myself. Consider that payment for bothering one of my stature." He paused momentarily before adding, "And one last thing. A means of contacting you. By allowing you to keep your data as one coherent whole, Charl, you'll be oweing me a favor. Yes, that seems fair, doesn't it?"
Again, The Master laughed. "Yes, I think that sounds quite fair. I am the son of a business man after all, this sort of thing should only be expected!" He sighed, one of pleasure, before saying, joyfully, "Well, then, there are the terms. Accept them or be destroyed, it really is that simple. Why, I'm in such a good mood, I'll even allow your little companion Bjorn to go free if you so desire. Ah, but wait," The Master continued, "I believe your strange little armor is still damaged, isn't it Charl? Unable to move? I must admit, as worthless as it appears to be, I must say that I am at least intrigued by it. Yes, quite so. I wonder... Perhaps I should take a piece of it for myself? CrushMan!" He knew already. Attack. "Take off the arm of our dear friend Charl's armor. I'd like to inspect it a little more in detail, you see!" CrushMan quickly dashed forwards once again, as he had earlier, his sword now dropping to the ground where he held it in an underhand grip. "Terribly sorry it has to be this way, Charl, but I'm sure you understand! A young man's curiosity is a terrible thing!" Crush confirmed his grip, tapped into the deep power within him, and felt his blade grow heavier as his crushing power flowed through it. "Just grin and bear it, then you can surrender! Doesn't that simply sound wonderful? Yes, I do think so!" The black blade ripped up and out. "So what do you say, Mr. Charl's Operator?"
Summary
1. Dodge
-- Free Action -- Smash - Adds Break to Next Attack
2. Sword to CharlArmor - 80 Damage - (Break)
3. Dodge
Down the great sword fell, threatening to carve the enemy down from head to toe. "Damnit! You, Rich Kid, you think you're great, ah?" What was that one saying about...
The sword sliced through several somethings as it cut in, but at an angle and from the side of the enemy armor. When had he moved out of the way? Not that it truly seemed to matter. The damage was still very appreciable, and the pilot inside, his yelps and screams of pain where more than enough to indicate the effectiveness of his attack. But did the Master see it that way? Had he failed again?
The Master sighed and in response the Navi brought himself to his fullest height. "How dissapointing." So, he had failed. There would be punishment to come, but surely this feeling was worse than- "I had expected a little more resistance out of you two." He laughed. "If I'm being quite honest, this little showing has been, well, rather boring." The Master wasn't angry at him? The Master laughed again. "Oh, don't get me wrong, there certainly is a certain satisfaction to beating someone this badly and yes, there is something very satisfying about seeing your companion in such a state," The Master continued, obviously speaking to Charl at this point, "but really, why even waste my time with something like this? Face it, you never stood a chance against my warrior. You're outclassed."
Presently
"Ah, but why am I even talking to you in the first place. Hah, you're just a tool after all. But thank you so very much for illuminating the fact that you had an Operator to me. And here I thought you were simply another worthless Rogue Navi." There was that word again. What did it mean? "But yes, hello there Operator of Charl! I'll forgive your rudeness of not introducing yourself this time, don't worry. Still, I suppose it's only fair that I acquire some sort of compensation for your slight..."
"CrushMan! Attack Charl!" The Navi obeyed, not before casting a weary glance back at the rampaging Bjorn. He raised his wide, black sword into the air as he charged, holding it at the ready, diving forward- "Stop!" The Master! He stopped, dead in his tracks, before defensively jumping back from the enemy. The Master was laughing. "Oh ho, don't take everything so seriously Crush. You too, Charl, and your operator as well. A joke, a joke. No, I'm sure the three of us can come to a reasonable conclusion as teh gentlemen we are. Well, we three at, anyrate, and perhaps my companion. As for the other one though..." Crush cast another look back, as if expecting the weakling to be trying something even now. "I really do think it's too late for him, don't you? My my, just look at him go. Disgraceful. There's no way he has an Operator, I know I certainly wouldn't allow my Navi to behave so foolishly. Why, like that, I assume he's as much of a threat to you as to us, hm? We'll all have to stay on guard until this whole matter is taken care of."
"Of course, that is unless I choose to eliminate him now." CrushMan raised his weapon. "...But I have not quite yet deemed that necessary. Yes, but this all boils down to one important fact. My allies an I control this battle as of now, surely you realize this. The rest will occur as I choose and there will be few deviations, if any at all. You have no choice but to cooperate or be destroyed." Crush could practically see The Master sitting beyond the viewboard, a cup of tea held in his hands, his piercing eyes daring the enemies to act. That image seeemd fitting for The Master, for one of his strength, of his nobility. And CrushMan would be his sword. "My terms are simple; unconditional surrender. You will cease battle protocols and yield."
"What's more," The Master said, his voice taking on an edge, "you'll also be surrendering 2000 Zenny, one thousand for my companion and one thousand for myself. Consider that payment for bothering one of my stature." He paused momentarily before adding, "And one last thing. A means of contacting you. By allowing you to keep your data as one coherent whole, Charl, you'll be oweing me a favor. Yes, that seems fair, doesn't it?"
Again, The Master laughed. "Yes, I think that sounds quite fair. I am the son of a business man after all, this sort of thing should only be expected!" He sighed, one of pleasure, before saying, joyfully, "Well, then, there are the terms. Accept them or be destroyed, it really is that simple. Why, I'm in such a good mood, I'll even allow your little companion Bjorn to go free if you so desire. Ah, but wait," The Master continued, "I believe your strange little armor is still damaged, isn't it Charl? Unable to move? I must admit, as worthless as it appears to be, I must say that I am at least intrigued by it. Yes, quite so. I wonder... Perhaps I should take a piece of it for myself? CrushMan!" He knew already. Attack. "Take off the arm of our dear friend Charl's armor. I'd like to inspect it a little more in detail, you see!" CrushMan quickly dashed forwards once again, as he had earlier, his sword now dropping to the ground where he held it in an underhand grip. "Terribly sorry it has to be this way, Charl, but I'm sure you understand! A young man's curiosity is a terrible thing!" Crush confirmed his grip, tapped into the deep power within him, and felt his blade grow heavier as his crushing power flowed through it. "Just grin and bear it, then you can surrender! Doesn't that simply sound wonderful? Yes, I do think so!" The black blade ripped up and out. "So what do you say, Mr. Charl's Operator?"
Summary
1. Dodge
-- Free Action -- Smash - Adds Break to Next Attack
2. Sword to CharlArmor - 80 Damage - (Break)
3. Dodge
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"Hey! What the?" Charl regained control of his mech, but before he could do anything really significant, the creaking of metal interruputed him. "What the... You climbing my back, you little monkey?" The rageclaws took to their new application quite well. Though they caused some minor scratches, for the most part they held steady. Charl had another thing to worry about, though; the state of his mech. As the arm was cleanly severed, it gave a large jerk. Understandable, considering the state of its nervous system at this point. The jerk was enough to pitch the 'monkey' off of the armor. He landed in excellent shape, though. "You! That's confidential! Fat chance we're gonna surrender when you got top-secret technology in your spoiled little hands!" A flip of a switch, and a large cannon protruded from the armor's chest. It gave off a single shot at the armored knight before disappearing entirely.
"Give it -- agh -- back!" Bjorn chimed in with a single punch from his own armor, ignoring the insignificant navi who was trying to catch his attention; there were larger matters at stake. Thanks to some well-placed explosive charges, this punch was more memorable, even knicking the giant back a couple paces.
Crushman managed to retrieve the arm, though.
Bjorn: 35 [ARMORED]
BjornArmor: 50
Charl: 92 [ARMORED]
CharlArmor: 54
[Bjorn and Charl are protected by their suits and can't be hurt!]
Splitman: 80 HP
Crushman: 130 HP <Get: Ride Arm>
"Give it -- agh -- back!" Bjorn chimed in with a single punch from his own armor, ignoring the insignificant navi who was trying to catch his attention; there were larger matters at stake. Thanks to some well-placed explosive charges, this punch was more memorable, even knicking the giant back a couple paces.
Crushman managed to retrieve the arm, though.
Bjorn: 35 [ARMORED]
BjornArmor: 50
Charl: 92 [ARMORED]
CharlArmor: 54
[Bjorn and Charl are protected by their suits and can't be hurt!]
Splitman: 80 HP
Crushman: 130 HP <Get: Ride Arm>
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His blade flew up and out as it tore through the enemy armor, an action accompanied by the sound of screeching metal against metal, a sound now becoming all too familiar. The limb flew arrantly to the side, now seperated from it's host, and CrushMan leaned back into his heels as he readied his sword. The Master's will be done.
"You!" The enemy shouted. "That's confidential! Fat chance we're gonna surrender when you got top-secret technology in your spoiled little hands!" Charl's armor shifted suddenly, a cannon emerging from his chest. Crush jumped, back, surprised, as the cannon fired. BAM! The attack connected with him, dead on, the attack leaving a decent sized dent in Crush's chest.
Hit?! He stumbled back, surprised, as a second threat neared, the seeminly hopeless Bjorn. "Give it -- agh!" he shouted as he sent a fist flying towards Crush, "-- back!" The fist slammed, hard, into his shoulder, cracking deep and shattering spikes as the punch detonated, sending CrushMan reeling back.
He steadied himself and righted his sword. His chest would be fine, the dent wasn't bad enough to penetrate the armor or expose his data core. But the damage to his shoulder... The navi glanced over to see that his shoulder had been blasted open, with jagged cracks spreading down like old broken stone.
It was a shock. The enemy hadn't touched him, not with a decent attack since... Since the battle with the sword wielder. That one... His hands clenched tightly around his sword. Was this the one he'd recovered from the enemy data? Just thinking about it... He suddenly noticed that the severed arm was at his side. He picked it up quickly and struggled slightly with the burden of it and his great sword.
"Idiots!" The Master shouted, and Crush couldn't help but feel that a part of the statement was directed at him as well. "Very well then! If you're too rude to accept my gracious offer, then we'll simply have to resort to the more gruesome option! CrushMan!"
Presently
"Destroy them!" A surge of power started to well up within him as his black sword started to slowly fall away and dissapear. He couldn't help but feel glad to be rid of the weapon after his earlier thoughts. That navi, the only one who defeated him, the one who shamed him in front of The Master. It made him burn!
These ones, who had dared to touch him, these commoners! The Master would be displeased, such a thing could not stand! The energy within him came to a peak, a too cold chill bleed through his being and his spikes came alive with feeling. He turned towards Charl and started off, leaving his companion to fend with the seemingly incompetent Bjorn. He stopped suddenly and thrust both of his hands into the ground, breaking the earth, before kneeling, as if in a bow. The impalaing blades on his back itched terribly. A trio of them suddenly shot off in a direct path for the enemy, each leaving behind a trailing cloud of blue-white mist... before eering down and away.
What? Crush righted himself with a start. That shouldn't have happened! The three spikes suddenly dipped down and crashed into the ground in front of the target in three seperate places, each detonating shortly after and sending out a column of azure dust. "A diversionary tactic?" The Master said. "Very well. Now finish it!" Crush felt another wave approach, another too cold burst of energy, as he pondered the earlier misfire. His earlier damage suddenly came to mind. The damage to his shoulder?
The power flooded down into his arms as he dashed forward. "Now, Charl, we'll make you pay! Little dogs shouldn't bark quite so loudly, and should kneel when they're told!" Crush let all the energy flow into his right arm, opposite of his damaged shoulder, as he flung himself into battle, through the cover of blue-white dust created by his earlier attack, as he held the captured enemy item closely. "I was a fool for even attempting this, I should have known better than to think that a foolish peasant would know his place!"
The power in his fist melded it, morphing his hand into an ovoid barrel. He felt chilled to the core as he pushed through the mist and towards Charl. "Now die, I have no more time for you!" He shot off the attack and a beam of cold white energy shot out of the front of his new apparatus, aimed at his opponent. The freezing power of the Icewave, that would bury it all!
Summary
1. AquaNeedle1 - 20x3 Damage - Aqua - No Aim
2. IceWave1 to Charl - 80 Damage - Aqua
3. Dodge
His blade flew up and out as it tore through the enemy armor, an action accompanied by the sound of screeching metal against metal, a sound now becoming all too familiar. The limb flew arrantly to the side, now seperated from it's host, and CrushMan leaned back into his heels as he readied his sword. The Master's will be done.
"You!" The enemy shouted. "That's confidential! Fat chance we're gonna surrender when you got top-secret technology in your spoiled little hands!" Charl's armor shifted suddenly, a cannon emerging from his chest. Crush jumped, back, surprised, as the cannon fired. BAM! The attack connected with him, dead on, the attack leaving a decent sized dent in Crush's chest.
Hit?! He stumbled back, surprised, as a second threat neared, the seeminly hopeless Bjorn. "Give it -- agh!" he shouted as he sent a fist flying towards Crush, "-- back!" The fist slammed, hard, into his shoulder, cracking deep and shattering spikes as the punch detonated, sending CrushMan reeling back.
He steadied himself and righted his sword. His chest would be fine, the dent wasn't bad enough to penetrate the armor or expose his data core. But the damage to his shoulder... The navi glanced over to see that his shoulder had been blasted open, with jagged cracks spreading down like old broken stone.
It was a shock. The enemy hadn't touched him, not with a decent attack since... Since the battle with the sword wielder. That one... His hands clenched tightly around his sword. Was this the one he'd recovered from the enemy data? Just thinking about it... He suddenly noticed that the severed arm was at his side. He picked it up quickly and struggled slightly with the burden of it and his great sword.
"Idiots!" The Master shouted, and Crush couldn't help but feel that a part of the statement was directed at him as well. "Very well then! If you're too rude to accept my gracious offer, then we'll simply have to resort to the more gruesome option! CrushMan!"
Presently
"Destroy them!" A surge of power started to well up within him as his black sword started to slowly fall away and dissapear. He couldn't help but feel glad to be rid of the weapon after his earlier thoughts. That navi, the only one who defeated him, the one who shamed him in front of The Master. It made him burn!
These ones, who had dared to touch him, these commoners! The Master would be displeased, such a thing could not stand! The energy within him came to a peak, a too cold chill bleed through his being and his spikes came alive with feeling. He turned towards Charl and started off, leaving his companion to fend with the seemingly incompetent Bjorn. He stopped suddenly and thrust both of his hands into the ground, breaking the earth, before kneeling, as if in a bow. The impalaing blades on his back itched terribly. A trio of them suddenly shot off in a direct path for the enemy, each leaving behind a trailing cloud of blue-white mist... before eering down and away.
What? Crush righted himself with a start. That shouldn't have happened! The three spikes suddenly dipped down and crashed into the ground in front of the target in three seperate places, each detonating shortly after and sending out a column of azure dust. "A diversionary tactic?" The Master said. "Very well. Now finish it!" Crush felt another wave approach, another too cold burst of energy, as he pondered the earlier misfire. His earlier damage suddenly came to mind. The damage to his shoulder?
The power flooded down into his arms as he dashed forward. "Now, Charl, we'll make you pay! Little dogs shouldn't bark quite so loudly, and should kneel when they're told!" Crush let all the energy flow into his right arm, opposite of his damaged shoulder, as he flung himself into battle, through the cover of blue-white dust created by his earlier attack, as he held the captured enemy item closely. "I was a fool for even attempting this, I should have known better than to think that a foolish peasant would know his place!"
The power in his fist melded it, morphing his hand into an ovoid barrel. He felt chilled to the core as he pushed through the mist and towards Charl. "Now die, I have no more time for you!" He shot off the attack and a beam of cold white energy shot out of the front of his new apparatus, aimed at his opponent. The freezing power of the Icewave, that would bury it all!
Summary
1. AquaNeedle1 - 20x3 Damage - Aqua - No Aim
2. IceWave1 to Charl - 80 Damage - Aqua
3. Dodge