His eyes followed the tracks to their doomed targets and Crush nodded in satisfaction at the results. Enemy defeated. So his new form wasn't completely useless at least. In fact, it seemed as capable as his true form, but there still seemed to be something very wrong with using this body. Didn't feel right.
Again he hobbled forth to where the enemy had once stood. These metools must have been fairly weak to have been defeated so easily. No matter. He absorbed the data left behind and felt the Master's presence as the data was leeched out of him. He waited a moment, expecting orders, then remembered the Master's words. There would be no commands. There was something good about that, but there was still that nagging fear of seperation. CrushMan left the scene and continued onward, still looking for the Hospital that had once stood and that he had inadvertendly helped to destroy.
CrushMan - Search for the Hospital
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He just finds... More Viruses...
VolgearA: 80 HP
VolgearB: 80 HP
VolgearC: 80 HP
LarkA: 100 HP
LarkB: 100 HP
Crushman.exe: 190 HP
-My newly acquired Driver's License tells you to BATTLE-
-BATTLE 2-
-FIGHT!-
VolgearA: 80 HP
VolgearB: 80 HP
VolgearC: 80 HP
LarkA: 100 HP
LarkB: 100 HP
Crushman.exe: 190 HP
-My newly acquired Driver's License tells you to BATTLE-
-BATTLE 2-
-FIGHT!-
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The enemies approached. More of them. And he was no closer to his goal, was he? But the body, the body had become familiar. No longer did he stumble. This body, it was weaker than his true form, though only due to the difference in size. But this form, there was nothing respectful about it. And still the enemies approached. Why was he feeling so very unimpressed? Their program stabilities were low, nothing he couldn't handle, and he already knew their weaknesses... as did the Master. He could eliminate them all in 3 attacks. A magbolt to one of the Larks, the great, fish-like virus approaching, a powered rage claw to the other one, and then an empowered wideshot fired at the three Volgears. Instantaneous victory. How long would it take him to perform such a maneuver? How many seconds? .5 to fire the Wideshot, another half a second to readjust his aim and track the slow moving Lark, 1.5 seconds to use the Magbolt, 3-5 seconds to move to the last Lark and then 1 second to eliminate it. He could crush them all in less than 10 seconds.
But were they really even deserving of seeing his power? These pathetic weaklings. These common virii, mass produced throughout the entire net. They weren't worthy of such an end. A rush of power came towards him. And apparently, The Master agreed. How powerful this one attack had once felt, had once seemed. Now it was last resort weapon at best, a weapon to be used in times of crisis. Cannon. Well, there would be a new use for it. This sort of weapon was all that enemies like these deserved.
How uncanny, that The Master had felt as he had. Was it simply that the Master believed that they were weak, undeserving of his power? Or was this a test, to see how effective he could be, using such weak weapons... Or could it be that The Master simple wanted to prolong the viruses suffering, to show them how truly weak they were. In any case, CrushMan was prepared to act. To dissapoint the Master would be unforgivable with weaklings as this.
The power of the cannon seeped into his pick, floating at his side, and Crush made immediate use of the weapon by hurling it towards one of the slowly moving fish-viruses. Another Cannon flowed into him, and he followed his previous action with yet another flying pick. The two weapons hurtled through the air, end over end. The metal head of the first pick bit into the ground underneath one of the floating fish viruses, glowed, and then detonated a moment later, sending a small cloud of dust and debris up in a column.
Another chip flowed in to him, and again Crush acted with all speed. A new pick appeared next to him and he chopped down into the road with it. The asphalt around the head seemed to waver but a moment, and the Navi responded by pushing out with the pick and then digging it in an arc in front of him. A stream of earth shot out from the wound in the ground, which hurtled towards the three Volgears. It rushed onwards as the second cannon-powered pick homed in on them as well. The tip of the rushing earth suddenly turned blue, then white, then shattered, sending a rain of tiny ice crystals into the sky, and three not so tiny chunks of frozen road hurtled past and towards the three grouped virii. The stoney missiles followed in right behind the airborn pick, towards the three unharassed Volgears. Yes, they weren't worthy of his true power.
Time elapsed, approximately 8.5 seconds.
Summary
1. Cannon to LarkA - 40 Damage -
2. Cannon to VolgearA - 40 Damage -
3. AquaNeedle1 to VolgearA, VolgearB, VolgearC - 20 Damage Each - Aqua
4. Dodge
But were they really even deserving of seeing his power? These pathetic weaklings. These common virii, mass produced throughout the entire net. They weren't worthy of such an end. A rush of power came towards him. And apparently, The Master agreed. How powerful this one attack had once felt, had once seemed. Now it was last resort weapon at best, a weapon to be used in times of crisis. Cannon. Well, there would be a new use for it. This sort of weapon was all that enemies like these deserved.
How uncanny, that The Master had felt as he had. Was it simply that the Master believed that they were weak, undeserving of his power? Or was this a test, to see how effective he could be, using such weak weapons... Or could it be that The Master simple wanted to prolong the viruses suffering, to show them how truly weak they were. In any case, CrushMan was prepared to act. To dissapoint the Master would be unforgivable with weaklings as this.
The power of the cannon seeped into his pick, floating at his side, and Crush made immediate use of the weapon by hurling it towards one of the slowly moving fish-viruses. Another Cannon flowed into him, and he followed his previous action with yet another flying pick. The two weapons hurtled through the air, end over end. The metal head of the first pick bit into the ground underneath one of the floating fish viruses, glowed, and then detonated a moment later, sending a small cloud of dust and debris up in a column.
Another chip flowed in to him, and again Crush acted with all speed. A new pick appeared next to him and he chopped down into the road with it. The asphalt around the head seemed to waver but a moment, and the Navi responded by pushing out with the pick and then digging it in an arc in front of him. A stream of earth shot out from the wound in the ground, which hurtled towards the three Volgears. It rushed onwards as the second cannon-powered pick homed in on them as well. The tip of the rushing earth suddenly turned blue, then white, then shattered, sending a rain of tiny ice crystals into the sky, and three not so tiny chunks of frozen road hurtled past and towards the three grouped virii. The stoney missiles followed in right behind the airborn pick, towards the three unharassed Volgears. Yes, they weren't worthy of his true power.
Time elapsed, approximately 8.5 seconds.
Summary
1. Cannon to LarkA - 40 Damage -
2. Cannon to VolgearA - 40 Damage -
3. AquaNeedle1 to VolgearA, VolgearB, VolgearC - 20 Damage Each - Aqua
4. Dodge
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Crushman's shots hit the mark, but they are not enough to delete any of the viruses. The Larks retalitate with their signature Wideshot attacks, one hitting, one missing as Crushman evaded it.
VolgearA: 40 HP
VolgearB: 40 HP
VolgearC: 40 HP
LarkA: 60 HP
LarkB: 60 HP
Crushman.exe: 150 HP
VolgearA: 40 HP
VolgearB: 40 HP
VolgearC: 40 HP
LarkA: 60 HP
LarkB: 60 HP
Crushman.exe: 150 HP
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FATAL SYSTEM ERROR
FATAL SYSTEM ERROR
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This program has performed an illegal operation and must be shut down.
With a strange sound CrushMan was plunged into darkness. Feeling left him as his conciousness floated, unbound. What on earth was going on?
System Restarting...
With something simple as that, he found himself back on the field, in the area he'd left, though not in the body he'd left it in. He found himself in his full, normal body now, something having to do iwth that strange business that had just occured. What was that? The Master offered no helpful insights, remaining silent. CrushMan, remembering he was in mid-battle, attempted to throw up some kind of defensive motions, yet found himself struck and stunned by the odd series of events. Just how long had all this taken anyway? Where there even enemies still around to fight?
Summary
1. Met.GMO offline
2. Dodge
3. Dodge
4. Dodge
FATAL SYSTEM ERROR
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This program has performed an illegal operation and must be shut down.
With a strange sound CrushMan was plunged into darkness. Feeling left him as his conciousness floated, unbound. What on earth was going on?
System Restarting...
With something simple as that, he found himself back on the field, in the area he'd left, though not in the body he'd left it in. He found himself in his full, normal body now, something having to do iwth that strange business that had just occured. What was that? The Master offered no helpful insights, remaining silent. CrushMan, remembering he was in mid-battle, attempted to throw up some kind of defensive motions, yet found himself struck and stunned by the odd series of events. Just how long had all this taken anyway? Where there even enemies still around to fight?
Summary
1. Met.GMO offline
2. Dodge
3. Dodge
4. Dodge
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Nothing significant occurs.
VolgearA: 40 HP
VolgearB: 40 HP
VolgearC: 40 HP
LarkA: 60 HP
LarkB: 60 HP
Crushman.exe: 150 HP
VolgearA: 40 HP
VolgearB: 40 HP
VolgearC: 40 HP
LarkA: 60 HP
LarkB: 60 HP
Crushman.exe: 150 HP
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That's right, that's what had been happening. He'd been fighting these viruses. Everything seemed strange, what was happening to his head? But now he had things back in order. There were enemies before him. The Master would not accept that. He would anhialate them. He began charging towards the enemy, not quite realizing that he had no particular plan for dispatching these enemies, as a thought gnawed at him, that something didn't seem right. Like something was missing.
He struggled to remember just what had been going on before his strange experience, but his strange befuddlement stood in the way of any coherent thought. Even his disjointed thinking process was interupted as foreign data surged into him. But at least this he could identify. The Master was watching. The incumbent energy coalesced in his fists and the change was almost immediate. His hands shifted towards one another before binding together in a single form, a horizontal oval with an opening at the end, an opening pointed at his foes. There was an audible whirr as something charged within the confines of the weapon, then a whoosh as the stored energy surged out in the form of a single high speeding wave of water. Wideshot. Appropriate, considering that he'd been struck by the same attack not but moments ago.
That's right, he had been attacked by these viruses. But would they have been left around? Their abilities were so low as to not really require much effort to defeat. Why he'd let them even touch him in the first place... He couldn't quite grasp what he'd been thinking at the time. In any case, they wouldn't last, not much longer. He wouldn't allow these commoners to taint the Master's sight.
Again, there was something strange, like something was missing. He'd fully expected something to occur upon him thinking that, for strangely enough there'd always been this strange nagging feeling whenever he approached such a line of thought since some time ago. How long ago was it? But more data surged on. The Wideshot wouldn't be enough to dispatch the cretins, of course. He'd just have to gun down the rest of them.
The Master certainly seemed willing to give him that chance. The new data surged through him, and painfully so, coming in as an unstopable surge of power. It burst into his arms, causing them to swell, and again painfully, before the change occurred once again. His hands first disjoined from one another, a recover from the previous attack, then returned to their original forms. Next, his elbows expanded as if there were some kind of round object jammed into them, stretching his armor out to accomodate them. The rest of his arm angled forward from the height of the elbow like the barrel of a gun, only with the edges sloping towards one another, with this trend ending when the diameter of the ending hole was only about as wide as one of CrushMan's fingers. Of course, this was still a wide enough opening to accomodate a shot large enough to punch a decent sized hole in the enemy. Then again, that was the point, wasn't it. CrushMan quickly took aim at the enemy units and fired both charges, simultaneously, discharging the powerful bolts of destruction from both arms at once. The recoil sent him reeling for but a moment, a simple step back with his left foot and a stomp into the ground was all he needed to right himself.
It was enough. So he believed at anyrate. And if they survived, though he surely wished not, not to dissapoint the Master, he'd be ready to send some more punishment their way. One thought disturbed him though, why was the Master so very silent?
Summary
1. Wideshot to VolgearC, LarkA and LarkB - 80 Damage - Aqua
2. Shotgun to VolgearB - 50 Damage - Chance to Affect Additional Target
3. Shotgun to VolgearC - 50 Damage - Chance to Affect Additional Target
4. Dodge
He struggled to remember just what had been going on before his strange experience, but his strange befuddlement stood in the way of any coherent thought. Even his disjointed thinking process was interupted as foreign data surged into him. But at least this he could identify. The Master was watching. The incumbent energy coalesced in his fists and the change was almost immediate. His hands shifted towards one another before binding together in a single form, a horizontal oval with an opening at the end, an opening pointed at his foes. There was an audible whirr as something charged within the confines of the weapon, then a whoosh as the stored energy surged out in the form of a single high speeding wave of water. Wideshot. Appropriate, considering that he'd been struck by the same attack not but moments ago.
That's right, he had been attacked by these viruses. But would they have been left around? Their abilities were so low as to not really require much effort to defeat. Why he'd let them even touch him in the first place... He couldn't quite grasp what he'd been thinking at the time. In any case, they wouldn't last, not much longer. He wouldn't allow these commoners to taint the Master's sight.
Again, there was something strange, like something was missing. He'd fully expected something to occur upon him thinking that, for strangely enough there'd always been this strange nagging feeling whenever he approached such a line of thought since some time ago. How long ago was it? But more data surged on. The Wideshot wouldn't be enough to dispatch the cretins, of course. He'd just have to gun down the rest of them.
The Master certainly seemed willing to give him that chance. The new data surged through him, and painfully so, coming in as an unstopable surge of power. It burst into his arms, causing them to swell, and again painfully, before the change occurred once again. His hands first disjoined from one another, a recover from the previous attack, then returned to their original forms. Next, his elbows expanded as if there were some kind of round object jammed into them, stretching his armor out to accomodate them. The rest of his arm angled forward from the height of the elbow like the barrel of a gun, only with the edges sloping towards one another, with this trend ending when the diameter of the ending hole was only about as wide as one of CrushMan's fingers. Of course, this was still a wide enough opening to accomodate a shot large enough to punch a decent sized hole in the enemy. Then again, that was the point, wasn't it. CrushMan quickly took aim at the enemy units and fired both charges, simultaneously, discharging the powerful bolts of destruction from both arms at once. The recoil sent him reeling for but a moment, a simple step back with his left foot and a stomp into the ground was all he needed to right himself.
It was enough. So he believed at anyrate. And if they survived, though he surely wished not, not to dissapoint the Master, he'd be ready to send some more punishment their way. One thought disturbed him though, why was the Master so very silent?
Summary
1. Wideshot to VolgearC, LarkA and LarkB - 80 Damage - Aqua
2. Shotgun to VolgearB - 50 Damage - Chance to Affect Additional Target
3. Shotgun to VolgearC - 50 Damage - Chance to Affect Additional Target
4. Dodge
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((Wideshot has been converted to Wideshot1 and only does 60 DMG now))
Crushman wins.
VolgearA: SPLASHED
VolgearB: DELETED
VolgearC: DELETED
LarkA: DELETED
LarkB: DELETED
Crushman.exe: 150 HP
-VICTORY-
Get: Wideshot1, 400z
Crushman wins.
VolgearA: SPLASHED
VolgearB: DELETED
VolgearC: DELETED
LarkA: DELETED
LarkB: DELETED
Crushman.exe: 150 HP
-VICTORY-
Get: Wideshot1, 400z
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The wave of water focuses into a single stretching line as it sped the last distance and made a clean slice through the intended foes, bisecting the two Larks and cutting enough of the Volgear away to have it fall harmlessly on it's side before breaking apart down to it's core. The two surging bolts of destructive matter pounded into their targets as well, slamming into the last remaining viruses with enough force to clear a hole through to the other side. The Master would be pleased.
Following the normal battle routine, Crush identified the remnant data and downloaded it, sending it back to the Master. Now that that was completed, he was ready to... what? Just what was it he had been doing? Again, he tried focusing, his thinking patterns seeming to clear somewhat.
He had been searching for the Hospital in Electown, that's right, the place where he and the other Navis, Thundervoice, DNR, and... others, where they had fought other Navis including that powerful sword wielding navi. Even considering his near destruction in Sharo, that fight was still that much worse. Had it not been for the others, he wouldn't have lasted. He'd been defeated. That was unbearable.
But why was he looking for the Hospital in the first place? Something the Master said and... His earlier escapades suddenly came to mind. The strange body. For whatever reason, he'd been forced out of that form and into his normal body.
He could question later, Crush decided, as a nagging pull came from above. He was being forced to do something again. He heard the Master whisper, something, but it was too low for him to hear as he was brought back to his PET.
Jack-out
(Oh, and thanks for the reminder. I'll have to go over the new chip rules.)
Following the normal battle routine, Crush identified the remnant data and downloaded it, sending it back to the Master. Now that that was completed, he was ready to... what? Just what was it he had been doing? Again, he tried focusing, his thinking patterns seeming to clear somewhat.
He had been searching for the Hospital in Electown, that's right, the place where he and the other Navis, Thundervoice, DNR, and... others, where they had fought other Navis including that powerful sword wielding navi. Even considering his near destruction in Sharo, that fight was still that much worse. Had it not been for the others, he wouldn't have lasted. He'd been defeated. That was unbearable.
But why was he looking for the Hospital in the first place? Something the Master said and... His earlier escapades suddenly came to mind. The strange body. For whatever reason, he'd been forced out of that form and into his normal body.
He could question later, Crush decided, as a nagging pull came from above. He was being forced to do something again. He heard the Master whisper, something, but it was too low for him to hear as he was brought back to his PET.
Jack-out
(Oh, and thanks for the reminder. I'll have to go over the new chip rules.)