Enigma boosts his shot to take out the fatty. He then fires a quick attack at the starfish, though it aint anything fatal. A starfish fires off some bubbles, which totally miss due to being slow. Then a senbon fires off a trio of needles, two of them finding their mark. The first hits Enigma in the shoulder, the second in his thigh.
StarfishA: DELETED!
StarfishB: 60
StarfishC: 20
SenbonA: 80
SenbonB: 80
WallaA: DELETED!
WallaB: DELETED!
Enigma: 40
Terrein: 75% Normal 20% Sea 5% Geyser
Quest!
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Enigma, having just made another strafing motion to the left, choked as he flew backwards again, data crackling. Tumbling to the ground, he lay there for a few moments, wincing in pain as he tested each of his limbs, running system analases (SP? plural of analysis anyways) as fast as he could. He managed to lean back against another sort of dip in the terrain (the high part of course), and screamed out curses in pain as the spike wiggled its way outwards a bit, pushed by the pressure against the landscape.
Shit! Ceres began cursing as well as he saw the numbers filling his PET. 78% power usage... 40% energy remaining... 36% system capability...
Enigma didn't respond for the second time, groaning as he surveyed his body. The spike protruding from his shoulder was oozing the yellowish energy, almost like a sort of data-pus. The area around his shoulder was bogged down by the yellow substance, moving considerably more slowly and with a sort of languid disinterest; the area around the wound was pulsing the usual yellow, and there were obvious signs that the spike was doing more damage in than out. Moving further down, most of Enigma's right hip was still gone, although he'd ignored it until very recently-- now he was regretting this, as it also glowed the horrible color as well, completely in sync with the "shrapnel" from the bubble and the needle wound. Continuing downwards, the spike in his leg had caused most of the rest of the leg to dissipate, making him look like a soldier hit by a bomb, slumped up against a bit of ground and groaning in pain. This spike, however, hadn't managed to pierce the thicker area of his thigh, and had instead poked itself (quite firmly) about halfway in, barely grazing the inner structures similar to bone for a navi. Y... your call... in or o-out? Enigma said to Ceres, hardly above a grunt.
Er... what? Ceres replied, raising an eyebrow in confusion.
The... needles... in... or out? Enigma grunted, breathing deeply and grabbing the needle in his leg suggestively.
It's... most likely better to... take it out... Ceres said tentatively, still unsure as to how he could help. And don't just yank, either-- be gentle and ease it out.
Enigma inclined his head slightly in agreement, and closed his eyes while taking a deep breath. This'd need some mental preparation. Opening his eyes, he grasped the spike in his shoulder, knowing that he couldn't just de-form around the spike; the data was too dead, too unresponsive. Bracing himself, he gave a small tug-- ARGGGGHH! he yelled suddenly, squinting his eyes shut. Nevermind... just... all... at once... he muttered, and gripped the needle again. Deciding to throw caution to the winds, he gave it a savage yank, which ultimately worked, the spike flying a good ways away from him and dissipating into nothingness. This time, Enigma didn't yell, he just braced himself and moved to the other spike. Sucking in air and holding it, he grasped it in a doublehanded grip like he had before and twisted it while pulling out, knowing exactly how much it would hurt, and it sure did. As the spike clattered to the side and immediately disappeared, Enigma groaned and slumped back on the ground, knowing that the job was done; at least, for now.
What did I tell you!? Ceres demanded angrily, who'd been gripping the PET with white knuckles for the duration of the "surgery".
Just... shut up... Enigma muttered in reply, and began the process of getting to an upright position-- again.
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Having managed to get into "battle position" again, Enigma smiled in victory and a sort of foresight of the virii's demise. Whatever hits me, dies; so, Heatshots, please, he grinned, and crossed his arms in the most intimidating manner that he could muster.
Sure, you crazy self-medieval-surgeon bastard, replied his operator, and slotted in the duo of chips with no further complaints.
I don't see you helping, Enigma snapped, but immediately brightened up as his tools of revenge revealed themselves to him. Or, rather, the first tool. The Heatshot was purple because of Enigma, of course, but it had small red decals all along the sides, and was very similar to a Shotgun in its cylindrical appearance and absence of decent sights. Enigma strode, or rather, blob-strode, up to the Senbon pair with an air of contempt. What did I say about no one hitting me with impunity earlier? he asked, which was of course rhetoric because virii can't usually talk. Raising the Heatshot, he fired, watching the red-and-purple shot race towards the Senbons with an air of mild interest. The Heatshot disappeared slowly, but once it'd left completely, it was replaced instantly by another identical weapon, which Enigma fired immediately afterwards-- but didn't watch this time to see it hit, just turned away to the Starfish that still remained in spite of his frequent attacks. I'm going to hit one, and then you're giving me an Airshot, right?
That's right, but if a Senbon survives, it gets priority-- you know that, right?
Of course, of course... Enigma muttered, and began strafing back and forth; the needles were a more threatening concept to him than the bubbles, but he wasn't exactly in the mood to receive more aquatic shrapnel, either. In fact, he probably wasn't ever in the mood to get hit by something. Would anyone be?
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Enigma.EXE
HP: 40
1: Heatshot > SenbonA [40 DMG, [color=red]Fire[/color]], Spread > SenbonB [40 DMG, [color=red]Fire[/color]]
2: Heatshot > SenbonB [40 DMG, [color=red]Fire[/color]], Spread > SenbonA [40 DMG, [color=red]Fire[/color]]
3: Strafing (again) [Dodge]
Strike of the Gods: READY!
Shit! Ceres began cursing as well as he saw the numbers filling his PET. 78% power usage... 40% energy remaining... 36% system capability...
Enigma didn't respond for the second time, groaning as he surveyed his body. The spike protruding from his shoulder was oozing the yellowish energy, almost like a sort of data-pus. The area around his shoulder was bogged down by the yellow substance, moving considerably more slowly and with a sort of languid disinterest; the area around the wound was pulsing the usual yellow, and there were obvious signs that the spike was doing more damage in than out. Moving further down, most of Enigma's right hip was still gone, although he'd ignored it until very recently-- now he was regretting this, as it also glowed the horrible color as well, completely in sync with the "shrapnel" from the bubble and the needle wound. Continuing downwards, the spike in his leg had caused most of the rest of the leg to dissipate, making him look like a soldier hit by a bomb, slumped up against a bit of ground and groaning in pain. This spike, however, hadn't managed to pierce the thicker area of his thigh, and had instead poked itself (quite firmly) about halfway in, barely grazing the inner structures similar to bone for a navi. Y... your call... in or o-out? Enigma said to Ceres, hardly above a grunt.
Er... what? Ceres replied, raising an eyebrow in confusion.
The... needles... in... or out? Enigma grunted, breathing deeply and grabbing the needle in his leg suggestively.
It's... most likely better to... take it out... Ceres said tentatively, still unsure as to how he could help. And don't just yank, either-- be gentle and ease it out.
Enigma inclined his head slightly in agreement, and closed his eyes while taking a deep breath. This'd need some mental preparation. Opening his eyes, he grasped the spike in his shoulder, knowing that he couldn't just de-form around the spike; the data was too dead, too unresponsive. Bracing himself, he gave a small tug-- ARGGGGHH! he yelled suddenly, squinting his eyes shut. Nevermind... just... all... at once... he muttered, and gripped the needle again. Deciding to throw caution to the winds, he gave it a savage yank, which ultimately worked, the spike flying a good ways away from him and dissipating into nothingness. This time, Enigma didn't yell, he just braced himself and moved to the other spike. Sucking in air and holding it, he grasped it in a doublehanded grip like he had before and twisted it while pulling out, knowing exactly how much it would hurt, and it sure did. As the spike clattered to the side and immediately disappeared, Enigma groaned and slumped back on the ground, knowing that the job was done; at least, for now.
What did I tell you!? Ceres demanded angrily, who'd been gripping the PET with white knuckles for the duration of the "surgery".
Just... shut up... Enigma muttered in reply, and began the process of getting to an upright position-- again.
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Having managed to get into "battle position" again, Enigma smiled in victory and a sort of foresight of the virii's demise. Whatever hits me, dies; so, Heatshots, please, he grinned, and crossed his arms in the most intimidating manner that he could muster.
Sure, you crazy self-medieval-surgeon bastard, replied his operator, and slotted in the duo of chips with no further complaints.
I don't see you helping, Enigma snapped, but immediately brightened up as his tools of revenge revealed themselves to him. Or, rather, the first tool. The Heatshot was purple because of Enigma, of course, but it had small red decals all along the sides, and was very similar to a Shotgun in its cylindrical appearance and absence of decent sights. Enigma strode, or rather, blob-strode, up to the Senbon pair with an air of contempt. What did I say about no one hitting me with impunity earlier? he asked, which was of course rhetoric because virii can't usually talk. Raising the Heatshot, he fired, watching the red-and-purple shot race towards the Senbons with an air of mild interest. The Heatshot disappeared slowly, but once it'd left completely, it was replaced instantly by another identical weapon, which Enigma fired immediately afterwards-- but didn't watch this time to see it hit, just turned away to the Starfish that still remained in spite of his frequent attacks. I'm going to hit one, and then you're giving me an Airshot, right?
That's right, but if a Senbon survives, it gets priority-- you know that, right?
Of course, of course... Enigma muttered, and began strafing back and forth; the needles were a more threatening concept to him than the bubbles, but he wasn't exactly in the mood to receive more aquatic shrapnel, either. In fact, he probably wasn't ever in the mood to get hit by something. Would anyone be?
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Enigma.EXE
HP: 40
1: Heatshot > SenbonA [40 DMG, [color=red]Fire[/color]], Spread > SenbonB [40 DMG, [color=red]Fire[/color]]
2: Heatshot > SenbonB [40 DMG, [color=red]Fire[/color]], Spread > SenbonA [40 DMG, [color=red]Fire[/color]]
3: Strafing (again) [Dodge]
Strike of the Gods: READY!
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The first blast consumes both targets, and then the latter finishes one off. Enigma zips out of the way of the Senbon's attack, before coming face-to-face with some Starfish bubbles.
StarfishA: DELETED!
StarfishB: 60
StarfishC: 20
SenbonA: 40
SenbonB: DELETED
WallaA: DELETED!
WallaB: DELETED!
Enigma: 20 (Trapped! -1 Action)
Terrein: 75% Normal 20% Sea 5% Geyser
StarfishA: DELETED!
StarfishB: 60
StarfishC: 20
SenbonA: 40
SenbonB: DELETED
WallaA: DELETED!
WallaB: DELETED!
Enigma: 20 (Trapped! -1 Action)
Terrein: 75% Normal 20% Sea 5% Geyser
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Enigma was now a complete mess, if he wasn't before. Not even counting the huge holes in his right shoulder, hip, and thigh (pulsing yellow of course), there were now large craters littering his chest, glowing in sync with the other injuries in the most menacing fashion imaginable. Enigma winced as he felt the bubble hit him and then envelop him, he began panicking. What do I do now?! he yelled, looking around nervously. The Senbon that remained looked genuinely pissed, and ready to fire more needles, while the duo of Starfish were just as threatening as before with their bubbles.
Get out of there! Don't even bother trying to delete them yet, we'll worry about that later after! Ceres yelled back, mind racing furiously. Shit! Shit! We have nothing to heal! Three virii... with 100 HP... he just has to dodge now... so... with mostly focusing on dodges... Airshot... attack... ugh...
Roger, Enigma replied, taking a deep breath. Narrowing his eyes, he began to blob as fast as he could, arms swaying as if he was running, popping the bubble that had ensnared him earlier in the process. He kept on running, zig-zagging back and forth; this time, he didn't just not want to get hit, he couldn't afford to get hit. He continued sprinting until he deemed he was safe; or, at least, was nowhere within firing range. Gasping for air, he glanced back at the virii group, praying that nothing would come chasing after him. Ugh... get me OUT of here.
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Enigma.EXE
HP: 20
TURN USED FOR ESCAPING
1-2: RUN THE HELL AWAY [Attempt to escape battle]
Strike of the Gods: READY!
Get out of there! Don't even bother trying to delete them yet, we'll worry about that later after! Ceres yelled back, mind racing furiously. Shit! Shit! We have nothing to heal! Three virii... with 100 HP... he just has to dodge now... so... with mostly focusing on dodges... Airshot... attack... ugh...
Roger, Enigma replied, taking a deep breath. Narrowing his eyes, he began to blob as fast as he could, arms swaying as if he was running, popping the bubble that had ensnared him earlier in the process. He kept on running, zig-zagging back and forth; this time, he didn't just not want to get hit, he couldn't afford to get hit. He continued sprinting until he deemed he was safe; or, at least, was nowhere within firing range. Gasping for air, he glanced back at the virii group, praying that nothing would come chasing after him. Ugh... get me OUT of here.
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Enigma.EXE
HP: 20
TURN USED FOR ESCAPING
1-2: RUN THE HELL AWAY [Attempt to escape battle]
Strike of the Gods: READY!
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(Sorry, Hik. The coin flip favors you not, this time.)
Enigma attempts to jack out, only to bounce back to the ground with a "thud". The enemies merely snicker, however.
StarfishA: DELETED!
StarfishB: 60
StarfishC: 20
SenbonA: 40
SenbonB: DELETED
WallaA: DELETED!
WallaB: DELETED!
Enigma: 20
Terrain: 75% Normal 20% Sea 5% Geyser
Enigma attempts to jack out, only to bounce back to the ground with a "thud". The enemies merely snicker, however.
StarfishA: DELETED!
StarfishB: 60
StarfishC: 20
SenbonA: 40
SenbonB: DELETED
WallaA: DELETED!
WallaB: DELETED!
Enigma: 20
Terrain: 75% Normal 20% Sea 5% Geyser
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Enigma didn't bother with conversation, he just groaned; Ceres just watched on in severe anxiety as he smacked back on the ground with the ominous thud. This... isn't good...
Now, I'm sending you an Airshot, and you're going to hit that Starfish, just like we planned, Ceres announced, getting the Airshot ready as he spoke. We're not giving up yet.
You're joking, right?! Look at the numbers! No matter HOW careful I am, these things can still bust out three attacks at a time! Enigma protested, outraged at Ceres' "idiocy".
Does it sound like I'm joking? No, you're hitting that Starfish, then you're Airshotting the Senbon. No arguments, Ceres snapped, giving Enigma his best "NO ARGUMENTS" look.
Well, O Master, what do you suggest I do to said Starfish offender? Enigma growled, narrowing his eyes in irritation and defeat.
It's your choice, really-- be creative, Ceres responded with a shrug, and watched with a sort of false nonchalant indifference that Enigma couldn't see through as the navi struggled to think of something that could take out the Starfish.
I've just the thing... he muttered, and grinned slightly. For this one, he was going to need legs; so, he blobbed himself some, and prepared for something interesting. He began walking back towards the water casually whilst formulating his plan and mentally prepping himself for it simultaneously. As he walked, his arms seemed to shrink and narrow slightly, gradually moving in closer to his torso until they were actually one with it. Slowly, his legs did the same thing, and he looked like a floating cylinder for a bit, until he'd continued thinning to the point where none of his facial features nor features in general were really visible or distinguishable. Eventually, he'd formed a good-size rod, about the thickness of one of his forearms, and something large began forming at the top. It was much, much wider than what was looking like the handle, and ... it had a mallet head? The giant hammer looked almost like the Bighammer that Enigma so loved to use, except that it was actually Enigma's body that was making it up, and it was mainly purple in color-- however, no eyes or mouth were visible on the hammer itself. Tsunami time, Enigma snickered (back at the viruses, ironically), although his voice seemed to emanate from nowhere; after all, he had no mouth to speak with, he was a HAMMER.
Speeding up, the Enigma-hammer raced towards the water, rearing up backwards in anticipation for the strike in his usual springlike fashion. One could almost hear the notches clicking as the hammer jerked backwards; and, just as the hammer "toed" the edge of the water, it swung forwards, making a huge slapping sound, sort of like how a bad belly flop sounds, the kind of thing that makes you think, "Ow." As the shockwave raced out from the impact, waves building up, it was obvious that some sort of tidal wave was heading towards the virus group-- or, more specifically, the Starfish. As this was going on, Enigma busied himself with making himself look humanoid again, and summoned up his aura again to prepare for the remaining Senbon's demise. Airshot, please, he requested.
See? That wasn't so hard! Ceres grinned, and slotted in the Airshot willingly.
I just saved you a good amount of zenny by not dying, I think, Enigma replied icily, and allowed himself a slight smile as the Airshot formed on his arm like usual. As the bits of data assembled themselves, he moved back a bit, and braced the gun with both hands; his aura flowed all over his body, filling in the huge gaps where the spikes and teeth had hit him, and smoothly flowing over the pockmarks where the bubbles had exploded on him. The Airshot began to pulse as well, and when Enigma fired at the Senbon, the shot crackled and pulsed purple in-sync with the rest of his body, in the sort of way that, if the aura and shot were flashing turn signals, you'd be getting out of your car to point it out to the driver in front of you. After he was satisfied with his shot, Enigma hurried backwards, blobbing as quickly as he could; he'd had enough pain for the day, and as his aura faded away, the yellow marks began to show themselves again, glowing in an almost malign fashion.
Next, you'll get a Vulcan and finish off whatever... Ceres muttered to Enigma, readying his chips for later. Enigma didn't respond, but frowned; so far, whenever Ceres had plotted out his chips, it'd meant either failure or pain for him.
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Enigma.EXE
HP: 20
0: Activate Untapped Power
1: Sig Attack (Tidal Wave) > StarfishB [60 DMG, 2TCD]
2: Airshot2 > SenbonA [30 DMG + Strong Knockback + 10 DMG]
3: Gah! Backpedaling again! [Dodge]
Now, I'm sending you an Airshot, and you're going to hit that Starfish, just like we planned, Ceres announced, getting the Airshot ready as he spoke. We're not giving up yet.
You're joking, right?! Look at the numbers! No matter HOW careful I am, these things can still bust out three attacks at a time! Enigma protested, outraged at Ceres' "idiocy".
Does it sound like I'm joking? No, you're hitting that Starfish, then you're Airshotting the Senbon. No arguments, Ceres snapped, giving Enigma his best "NO ARGUMENTS" look.
Well, O Master, what do you suggest I do to said Starfish offender? Enigma growled, narrowing his eyes in irritation and defeat.
It's your choice, really-- be creative, Ceres responded with a shrug, and watched with a sort of false nonchalant indifference that Enigma couldn't see through as the navi struggled to think of something that could take out the Starfish.
I've just the thing... he muttered, and grinned slightly. For this one, he was going to need legs; so, he blobbed himself some, and prepared for something interesting. He began walking back towards the water casually whilst formulating his plan and mentally prepping himself for it simultaneously. As he walked, his arms seemed to shrink and narrow slightly, gradually moving in closer to his torso until they were actually one with it. Slowly, his legs did the same thing, and he looked like a floating cylinder for a bit, until he'd continued thinning to the point where none of his facial features nor features in general were really visible or distinguishable. Eventually, he'd formed a good-size rod, about the thickness of one of his forearms, and something large began forming at the top. It was much, much wider than what was looking like the handle, and ... it had a mallet head? The giant hammer looked almost like the Bighammer that Enigma so loved to use, except that it was actually Enigma's body that was making it up, and it was mainly purple in color-- however, no eyes or mouth were visible on the hammer itself. Tsunami time, Enigma snickered (back at the viruses, ironically), although his voice seemed to emanate from nowhere; after all, he had no mouth to speak with, he was a HAMMER.
Speeding up, the Enigma-hammer raced towards the water, rearing up backwards in anticipation for the strike in his usual springlike fashion. One could almost hear the notches clicking as the hammer jerked backwards; and, just as the hammer "toed" the edge of the water, it swung forwards, making a huge slapping sound, sort of like how a bad belly flop sounds, the kind of thing that makes you think, "Ow." As the shockwave raced out from the impact, waves building up, it was obvious that some sort of tidal wave was heading towards the virus group-- or, more specifically, the Starfish. As this was going on, Enigma busied himself with making himself look humanoid again, and summoned up his aura again to prepare for the remaining Senbon's demise. Airshot, please, he requested.
See? That wasn't so hard! Ceres grinned, and slotted in the Airshot willingly.
I just saved you a good amount of zenny by not dying, I think, Enigma replied icily, and allowed himself a slight smile as the Airshot formed on his arm like usual. As the bits of data assembled themselves, he moved back a bit, and braced the gun with both hands; his aura flowed all over his body, filling in the huge gaps where the spikes and teeth had hit him, and smoothly flowing over the pockmarks where the bubbles had exploded on him. The Airshot began to pulse as well, and when Enigma fired at the Senbon, the shot crackled and pulsed purple in-sync with the rest of his body, in the sort of way that, if the aura and shot were flashing turn signals, you'd be getting out of your car to point it out to the driver in front of you. After he was satisfied with his shot, Enigma hurried backwards, blobbing as quickly as he could; he'd had enough pain for the day, and as his aura faded away, the yellow marks began to show themselves again, glowing in an almost malign fashion.
Next, you'll get a Vulcan and finish off whatever... Ceres muttered to Enigma, readying his chips for later. Enigma didn't respond, but frowned; so far, whenever Ceres had plotted out his chips, it'd meant either failure or pain for him.
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Enigma.EXE
HP: 20
0: Activate Untapped Power
1: Sig Attack (Tidal Wave) > StarfishB [60 DMG, 2TCD]
2: Airshot2 > SenbonA [30 DMG + Strong Knockback + 10 DMG]
3: Gah! Backpedaling again! [Dodge]
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The wave crashes into the starfish, deleting it, while the powered up Airshot is just enough to delete the Senbon. As Enigma retreats, the starfish fires off some bubbles. Unfortunately, they travel in a straight line, so they slowly begin gaining on Enigma...
StarfishA: DELETED!
StarfishB: DELETED!
StarfishC: 20
SenbonA: DELETED!
SenbonB: DELETED
WallaA: DELETED!
WallaB: DELETED!
Enigma: 20 (bubbles approaching)
Terrain: 75% Normal 20% Sea 5% Geyser
StarfishA: DELETED!
StarfishB: DELETED!
StarfishC: 20
SenbonA: DELETED!
SenbonB: DELETED
WallaA: DELETED!
WallaB: DELETED!
Enigma: 20 (bubbles approaching)
Terrain: 75% Normal 20% Sea 5% Geyser
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Enigma frowned as he watched the line of bubbles almost crawl towards him, and did a sort of barrel roll to the side, nearly crashing into the shoreline as he did so; getting up and dusting himself off simultaneously, he began moving around to the back of the bubble line and out of its way. He then began sprinting, not wanting to get hit by any further sudden explosions. Once he was out of range, he smiled slightly as he walked up to his final adversary. So... it's just you left, eh? I'll make you pay for this-- he pointed to the holes in his shoulder, side, and leg-- this-- he pointed to some of the nasty crater-looking things in his skin-- and THIS! he scowled, finishing off with an angry sort of yelling sound and a gesture to the most of his sinisterly glowing body.
A Vulcan2 would finish things off nicely, Ceres butted in from the sidelines, holding up a finger suggestively.
Go ahead, slot it riiight in... Enigma agreed, crossing his arms and giving an exaggerated smile to the Starfish. I hope this isn't overkill... he muttered with a small "Ha!" at the end. As the multi-barreled gatling gun arranged itself neatly and quickly on his crossed arm, he had to shift slightly to allow it to form, lest it form inside of his other arm. Slowly uncrossing his arms, and bracing himself, he let his legs re-form along with his aura. Now glowing that same shifting purple that he always did when something was going to hurt, he put his left leg slightly in front his left leg slightly behind, giving himself a nice support for the Vulcan. Holding it almost perfectly straight out from his body, he grabbed the handle with his left hand, not intending to miss just one of the shots this time, especially not the first shot; the first shot could delete the Starfish just by itself! Buh-bye now, Enigma snarled, and let the Vulcan fire; within less than a tenth of a second of delay, it began spooling up and firing, the spinning action and expulsion of the five shots taking less than a second to complete, after which, the Vulcan disappeared, letting Enigma's half-formed hand half-form itself again. He watched with a sort of grim pleasure as the especially strong purple-tinted burst raced ahead of its other, lesser companions, and crackled furiously with energy. The other four shots raced obediently behind it, looking like they were playing some morbid form of "follow the leader".
We're not waiting for it to survive; have a Bighammer, Ceres snapped, and slotted the chip in.
Okay, nevermind, it's overkill, Enigma snickered, getting a hammer for the second time in less than five minutes-- except this one was thrice as powerful. Not even bothering to wind up, he strode out to the Starfish in a fury, and held the mallet to the side like a giant baseball bat. He swung it like one, too, and he could almost feel the heat as it rushed through the air, deleting any stray data bits it encountered mid-swing. If it had hit the Starfish, or if it was even still there, Enigma couldn't tell, so he just walked away to the side, trying to investigate the spot where the Starfish had, hopefully, been. If it survived THAT...
If it survived that, there's something wrong with Yoka Net, Ceres laughed, and began to smile in anticipation of victory. Hopefully, this time, it'd be over.
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Enigma.EXE
HP: 20
0: Activate Untapped Power
1: Vulcan2 > StarfishC [Shot 1: 10 + 10 DMG, Shots 2-5: 10 DMG ea.]
2: Bighammer1 > StarfishC [160 DMG + Impact + Breaking]
3: Walk away. With style. Also, barrel roll away from bubbles in beginning. [Dodge]
A Vulcan2 would finish things off nicely, Ceres butted in from the sidelines, holding up a finger suggestively.
Go ahead, slot it riiight in... Enigma agreed, crossing his arms and giving an exaggerated smile to the Starfish. I hope this isn't overkill... he muttered with a small "Ha!" at the end. As the multi-barreled gatling gun arranged itself neatly and quickly on his crossed arm, he had to shift slightly to allow it to form, lest it form inside of his other arm. Slowly uncrossing his arms, and bracing himself, he let his legs re-form along with his aura. Now glowing that same shifting purple that he always did when something was going to hurt, he put his left leg slightly in front his left leg slightly behind, giving himself a nice support for the Vulcan. Holding it almost perfectly straight out from his body, he grabbed the handle with his left hand, not intending to miss just one of the shots this time, especially not the first shot; the first shot could delete the Starfish just by itself! Buh-bye now, Enigma snarled, and let the Vulcan fire; within less than a tenth of a second of delay, it began spooling up and firing, the spinning action and expulsion of the five shots taking less than a second to complete, after which, the Vulcan disappeared, letting Enigma's half-formed hand half-form itself again. He watched with a sort of grim pleasure as the especially strong purple-tinted burst raced ahead of its other, lesser companions, and crackled furiously with energy. The other four shots raced obediently behind it, looking like they were playing some morbid form of "follow the leader".
We're not waiting for it to survive; have a Bighammer, Ceres snapped, and slotted the chip in.
Okay, nevermind, it's overkill, Enigma snickered, getting a hammer for the second time in less than five minutes-- except this one was thrice as powerful. Not even bothering to wind up, he strode out to the Starfish in a fury, and held the mallet to the side like a giant baseball bat. He swung it like one, too, and he could almost feel the heat as it rushed through the air, deleting any stray data bits it encountered mid-swing. If it had hit the Starfish, or if it was even still there, Enigma couldn't tell, so he just walked away to the side, trying to investigate the spot where the Starfish had, hopefully, been. If it survived THAT...
If it survived that, there's something wrong with Yoka Net, Ceres laughed, and began to smile in anticipation of victory. Hopefully, this time, it'd be over.
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Enigma.EXE
HP: 20
0: Activate Untapped Power
1: Vulcan2 > StarfishC [Shot 1: 10 + 10 DMG, Shots 2-5: 10 DMG ea.]
2: Bighammer1 > StarfishC [160 DMG + Impact + Breaking]
3: Walk away. With style. Also, barrel roll away from bubbles in beginning. [Dodge]
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The shots finish off the starfish, making the hammer unneccessary, though better safe than sorry.
StarfishA: DELETED!
StarfishB: DELETED!
StarfishC: DELETED!
SenbonA: DELETED!
SenbonB: DELETED
WallaA: DELETED!
WallaB: DELETED!
Enigma: 20 (bubbles approaching)
Terrain: 75% Normal 20% Sea 5% Geyser
Rewards: 1000z
StarfishA: DELETED!
StarfishB: DELETED!
StarfishC: DELETED!
SenbonA: DELETED!
SenbonB: DELETED
WallaA: DELETED!
WallaB: DELETED!
Enigma: 20 (bubbles approaching)
Terrain: 75% Normal 20% Sea 5% Geyser
Rewards: 1000z