((The 7 damage is to Rass, since he stood on the Magma for a portion of the turn. Also, Modular Turrets creates my choice of two turrets, so it's actually 2 turrets doing 2 hits of 5))
Argo wasn't much of a thinker, as he subscribed to the paradigm that thinking was best done with one's fists, if at all. Still, his blunt observation about the nature of gravity proved to be one of the most insightful statements of the moment as, true to form, Rass began hurtling toward Earth like a pink-and-black meteor. The sickening plummet caused the poor fusion navi's stomach to churn as he picked up speed, and flapped his arms futilely in an effort to provide some degree of levitation. Argo, for his part, whirled around to Rass' back and stared at the lava-covered ground, eyes growing wide in terror. Tem! We're falling pretty freaking fast, Tem! Rasshole's not going to come out of this one without some pretty significant pain! he called, nervously buzzing from side to side as he surveyed the battlefield, I hope for ALL our sakes that you have some sort of plan
Rass, meanwhile, ceased his bird imitations and shielded his face with his hands, bracing his amorphous body for impact and shutting his eyes tightly in anticipation for pain. The wind resistance forced his scarf to billow behind him in a bright orange trail as the ground quickly rose up to meet him. Suddenly, Rass felt a burst of energy well up within his chest. A split-second later, dark tendrils of lightning snaked from his center and spiraled downward to earth. Rass opened his eyes in surprise as several objects began to rise up to meet him, pulled from the surface by the activation of his fusionist protoplasm.
And then, she spoke.
Relax, Argo. After all, I am Tem, the most powerful tactical processor in the world - when have I ever been without a plan?
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Suien stared blankly at his PET screen, silently wishing that the world would stop spinning so he could concentrate, several bar patrons had begun watching the main TV unit in the bar with interest. As the small pink navi plummeted to earth, he began to emit a subtle glow, trailing long wispy strands of data behind them. Suddenly, the entire screen went white as a burst of light erupted from the tiny navi's body. A few short seconds later, the audience gasped in shock as they watched the navi emerge from the glow.
"That... that thing's an abomination! Those heads are just... UGH!"
"I don't know, I think it's rather stylish. The earth tones sort of kill it though."
"Yeesh, it looks like something out of one of those Electopian cartoons. What sort of dumbass otaku programmed his navi with something like this?"
Suien just smiled as he clutched the counter tightly with his hands — partially out of excitement and partially to keep from falling over. "Fuse with the network, huh?" he said to nobody in particular, "wonder who gave them that idea..."
-*-
Rass cringed in pain as he struck the ground with both feet, but surprisingly, his leg servomotors didn't appear to be broken. On the contrary, though the initial impact had stung, both legs felt perfectly fine and functional. Opening his eyes slowly and deliberately, he unfolded his body to his full towering height and looked down at the offending viral hor...
...Towering?
As Rass stepped out of the light, he took a few moments to look himself over. His entire body was draped in a tough, rocklike armor that draped down in plates from his neck to his feet. A pair of metal jaws covered his shoulders, and his arms extended from their "mouths," ending with a sleek Vulcan cannon mounted on the wrists of his sizable stone gauntlets. His brown-gray chestplate was separated into segments, that unfolded slowly to reveal a smooth crimson gemstone, glowing ever so slightly with volcanic energy. To complete the ensemble, Rass' normally pink headgear had folded upwards, taking on an appearance similar to a Metool's helmet. What surprised Rass most, however, was the startling increase in height and bulk. Standing the human equivalent of seven feet tall with at least a tripling of weight, things weren't exactly the way they used to be for the normally-diminutive Rass. "T...Tem? Do you m-mind explaining... well, explaining what just happened?" he asked as he stared at his arms in disbelief.
I knew you were always a bit slow on the uptake, but honestly? I'm surprised you haven't already figured it out, Rass, said Tem haughtily, You understand that the Fusion Armor changes properties according to the absorbed materials, correct? This was simply the result of absorbing whatever was available for use. I correctly deduced that increasing the amount of armor would sufficiently cushion the blow while still protecting us from the harmful effects of the magma.
Rass protested, "By turning us INTO a volcano? That's crazy! This is madness, Tem!"
Argo meanwhile, laughed. Taking control of the new fusion armored bodyAre you kidding, Rass? Madness? This is empowering! This is uplifting! Squaring his legs and facing the damaged Metool, he aligned the twin barrels of the shredder vulcans with the small construction-hat virus. This. Is. MAGMAAAAAA!
Instantly, the chrome miniguns roared to life, casting light and shadows on the hellish armor and Rass' terrified face. Luminescent bullets surged forward toward the lone Metool as Argo's laughter rang out above the roar of the vulcans. Rass felt the metallic husks of the fallen Volgears shift on his shoulders, and from their gaping mouths spewed a barrage of flaming rocks, blasting toward the construction virus like a volley of missiles. As the vulcans roared to a halt, Argo howled with pure, unhidden joy at the newfound power granted by the armor's capabilities, and Rass, poor Rass, could only sigh and process the newest set of battlechips sent by Suien through the network. Retracting the vulcans into the stony armor, the fusion navi generated a pair of weapons from the chip data — the luminescent, electric-blue blade of the ElecSword replaced his right hand while the glimmering green boomerang took its place on his back. Stone-entombed boots clanged heavily on the molten network as Rass charged toward the remaining opponents independent of his own will. With apparent disregard for his host's safety, Argo had thrown caution to the winds, taking full control over Rass' new and improved form. Spiraling around in a luminous whirlwind of death, the melee subsystem brought the sparking blade crashing down to the network near the remaining Metools, sending a shower of sparks flying through the air. The blade sank deep into the ground before discharging its electric energy in a scything arc of energy. From his crouched position, Argo sent the boomerang spiraling toward the second group of enemies, launching it from his back with a resounding crack....
...and then fell to his knees, panting as the added weight of the fusion armor became extremely relevant extremely quickly. "Geez," gasped Rass, breathing heavily as he stabilized himself with the massive gauntlets, "Is it just me or is it hot in here?"
1: Fusion Force/Fusion Armor absorbtion: Absorb Vulcan-MagmaCannon (80 FP), VolgearA (40 FP), VolgearB (40 FP), and MetoolEXA (35 FP)
2: Fusion Armor (Creates 97 HP Fire-Element Barrier. Passively deals 30 Fire Damage and 10 hits of 2 to any target. Immune to northwind, Undershirt)
3: Boomerang1 (60, Wood) OldStoveA, OldStoveB, OldStoveC
4: ElecSword (80, Elec) MetoolEXC, MetoolEXD, OldStoveD
Fusion Armor: 50 (30 fire, 2x2x5 normal) to MetoolEXB
