Shit's dead, yo.
HeavyA: DELETED
HeavyB: DELETED
WeatherA: DELETED
WeatherB: DELETED
MistyA: DELETED
MistyB: DELETED
MistyC: DELETED
Terrain: 35% Normal, 40% Sea, 15% Lava (area around Trent), 10% Magnet (nearby)
Trent.EXE: 80 HP (Lava)
-- BATTLE 04, VICTORY!! --
-- REWARDS --
[MistConv1] Battlechip, 900z
Dog Training
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Trent dismissed the sword chip, flicking his wrist and casting the last remnants of the blue glow to the side. He sheathed the blade and cracked his neck. The last two fight had been doing a number of him. He hadn't exactly been playing smart recently. Now, however, he was only one battle away from getting Sasha back, so his mind was much more level. Sometimes a lot of self inflicted pain is a good wake up call, and all of those shots he didn't have to take if he had played smart.
Trent gathered the data from the ground, sending in the new chip and the nice sum of zenny over to Mark. By his own calculations, the funds should be rather nice for the time. Which was a very good thing, he was in need of some upgrades, things were starting to hit a little to hard.
"Oh, wow!" Mark said while downloading and inspecting the new chip data. The chip was a very good one for Trent indeed. "A high aqua damage impact chip. We don't have much in the way of high damage, aqua, and this is our first impact chip. Talk about a useful upgrade when it comes to a random find huh?" Mark happily dropped the chip in with the others, before turning to a the least used section of his chip inventory, the subchips. "We don't use these much, but we do have them and did buy them. It wouldn't be a bad idea to throw one in now. That is, given you are done with such reckless fighting for now," Mark said his voice nearly mocking.
Trent turned upon the projection of his operator with a scowl, a hard look in his eyes. Mark shrugged it off and leaned back, spinning in his chair. "Alright, Alright I guess you are very finished right now. Here have this." Mark slotted in one of the energypack subchips that they owned, a flash of light bathing the warrior and returning his health a far closer to optimal status.
Trent stretched and cracked his back and shoulders. He lowered his large arms and started moving back down the webways, knowing only one more battle was needed before Sasha would be able to return. A hand drifted to his knife in a passive defense, his hand falling more upon the hilt for rest, and not aggression.
Summary
1) Energypack Subchip +100 HP
{Battle 5 Please}
Trent gathered the data from the ground, sending in the new chip and the nice sum of zenny over to Mark. By his own calculations, the funds should be rather nice for the time. Which was a very good thing, he was in need of some upgrades, things were starting to hit a little to hard.
"Oh, wow!" Mark said while downloading and inspecting the new chip data. The chip was a very good one for Trent indeed. "A high aqua damage impact chip. We don't have much in the way of high damage, aqua, and this is our first impact chip. Talk about a useful upgrade when it comes to a random find huh?" Mark happily dropped the chip in with the others, before turning to a the least used section of his chip inventory, the subchips. "We don't use these much, but we do have them and did buy them. It wouldn't be a bad idea to throw one in now. That is, given you are done with such reckless fighting for now," Mark said his voice nearly mocking.
Trent turned upon the projection of his operator with a scowl, a hard look in his eyes. Mark shrugged it off and leaned back, spinning in his chair. "Alright, Alright I guess you are very finished right now. Here have this." Mark slotted in one of the energypack subchips that they owned, a flash of light bathing the warrior and returning his health a far closer to optimal status.
Trent stretched and cracked his back and shoulders. He lowered his large arms and started moving back down the webways, knowing only one more battle was needed before Sasha would be able to return. A hand drifted to his knife in a passive defense, his hand falling more upon the hilt for rest, and not aggression.
Summary
1) Energypack Subchip +100 HP
{Battle 5 Please}
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As Trent moved forward into the Yoka network, he found a small sign that said "Yoka Village Area", which led to a area that was, true to its name, exactly like a small village. Thatched-roof huts dotted the area, with haphazard roads between them of dirt and pebbles. A river ran through the area as well, from which many of the small huts had constructed some basic plumbing. In addition to that, there were even some simulations of bird and insect noises through the area, making it feel exactly like an old Yoka village.
As he approached the area, though, something felt strange. Trent saw that it was kind of devoid of any kind of movement, save for the flowing river. Once you listened past the noise simulations, it was eerily quiet as well. It really felt like some sort of place where there would be at least a Mr. Prog to guide people around the area, but there wasn't even that.
However, once he walked a bit further into what looked like the village square, he heard some kind of dull groaning and shuffling feet, which could be jokingly likened to the noise a zombie would make. Suddenly, from behind one of the houses, something of the sort did come out. Closer inspection made it clear, however, that it was a Navigator, not a zombie. One that was pretty terribly dressed, though. Tattered clothes and a general tired look made the Navi look like a weak and hungry hobo. Trent also ascertained the source of the earlier groaning and shuffling to be this particular hobo.
The hobo looked up at Trent for a brief moment, and the Navi saw bloodshot eyes, as well as a butterfly knife, searing with heat. "Food..." mumbled the hobo, a trail of froth and drool flowing freely from his mouth. Also at that moment, Trent noticed where the inhabitants of the Village Area had gone; behind the hobo was a pile of humanoid Navis, drained of their "blood" by a healthy amount of stabs and slices.
"Food!!" he repeated, a murderous grin capping the flow of drool as he raised the knife.
-- ENEMIES --
Cannibal.EXE: 270 HP (Blood) (Bug: BloodFeet) (FireKnife 6/6)
-- OBJECTS --
Dead Pile: 500 HP (Blood)
Wooden Bench: 50 HP each, 8 around the area. May be used for cover.
-- NAVIGATOR --
Trent.EXE: 180 HP (Normal)
-- TERRAIN --
15% Blood (Puddles leading from the pile of Navis) -- Terrain is similar to Sea, but cannot be submerged into.
60% Normal (Dirt roads)
30% Sea (River off to Trent's side)
(Note: Battle area is not limited to the square. Roads leading out from square in cardinal directions may be used to access other parts of the area, which may have different features for cover.)
(BloodFeet: Creates 5% Blood terrain beneath user every turn)
-- BATTLE 05, READY? START!! --
As he approached the area, though, something felt strange. Trent saw that it was kind of devoid of any kind of movement, save for the flowing river. Once you listened past the noise simulations, it was eerily quiet as well. It really felt like some sort of place where there would be at least a Mr. Prog to guide people around the area, but there wasn't even that.
However, once he walked a bit further into what looked like the village square, he heard some kind of dull groaning and shuffling feet, which could be jokingly likened to the noise a zombie would make. Suddenly, from behind one of the houses, something of the sort did come out. Closer inspection made it clear, however, that it was a Navigator, not a zombie. One that was pretty terribly dressed, though. Tattered clothes and a general tired look made the Navi look like a weak and hungry hobo. Trent also ascertained the source of the earlier groaning and shuffling to be this particular hobo.
The hobo looked up at Trent for a brief moment, and the Navi saw bloodshot eyes, as well as a butterfly knife, searing with heat. "Food..." mumbled the hobo, a trail of froth and drool flowing freely from his mouth. Also at that moment, Trent noticed where the inhabitants of the Village Area had gone; behind the hobo was a pile of humanoid Navis, drained of their "blood" by a healthy amount of stabs and slices.
"Food!!" he repeated, a murderous grin capping the flow of drool as he raised the knife.
-- ENEMIES --
Cannibal.EXE: 270 HP (Blood) (Bug: BloodFeet) (FireKnife 6/6)
-- OBJECTS --
Dead Pile: 500 HP (Blood)
Wooden Bench: 50 HP each, 8 around the area. May be used for cover.
-- NAVIGATOR --
Trent.EXE: 180 HP (Normal)
-- TERRAIN --
15% Blood (Puddles leading from the pile of Navis) -- Terrain is similar to Sea, but cannot be submerged into.
60% Normal (Dirt roads)
30% Sea (River off to Trent's side)
(Note: Battle area is not limited to the square. Roads leading out from square in cardinal directions may be used to access other parts of the area, which may have different features for cover.)
(BloodFeet: Creates 5% Blood terrain beneath user every turn)
-- BATTLE 05, READY? START!! --
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The area was a very calm and simple area, regardless of the creepy silence and unusually empty terrain. Trent nearly thought of it was a reprise from the norm, having simply walked upon an abandoned town. One hand dangled lazily at his side while the other held a simple rest on the hilt of a knife. Even Mark was calm about the area, being taken in by the simplicity of it all.
"It is rather weird though do you think Trent? This village seems like it was recently in working order. I wonder what happened to make everyone flee?"
The two didn't have to wait long to get the answered, as the groaning noises filled both of their ears. Trent turned quickly, dropping into a aggressive stance and withdrew a knife. He held it reverse grip, with the blade raised before him, and his other hand guarding his torso. After an intense moment of gazing down the area, the source was found to be a homeless looking navi. Trent loosened his guard but didn't lower it. The fact that there was only one inhabitant here, and they appeared homeless was very strange.
Mark jokingly insisted how the sounds reminded him of zombie movies and that Trent would want to run, being a zombie is no good. Trent didn't laugh. The Hobo raised his head up, the eyes of him catching Mark off guard. "Oh what the hell is that?!" He jumped from his seat. Mark reached out to Pan his view of the virtual world around, stumbling upon the pile of bodies in an attempt to dodge the stare of the hobo. "I guess we...we found where the people of the village went."
Trent had already glanced at the pile and looked back. His stance tightened once more as he took a few steps backwards to prepare for the fight. With rapid eye movements Trent scooped out the terrain, and the odd panel types. What was causing that panel malfunction? Was it the pile of bodies? The extra data from which leaking out and causing issues? Or was this navi the cause? "Mark, what does the PET say about those panels?"
Mark settled back down into his chair, "I never get used to seeing such violent displays. You would think I'd be used to it by now." Trent didn't understand the context of the remark, but didn't bother to ask further. "OK, so here is what I have got. The panels are similar in structure to the sea panels, but the PET isn't giving me a confirmed answer on if electric chips will still be effected by them." Mark saw the weapon in the hobos hands. "And judging from his weapon I would say this is going to be your kind of fight. First thing we need to do Trent. Fight our fight right? Lets set up some terrain for him to wade through, then test those panels below his feet. If they are as close to sea as the PET implies, your perfect weapon is already in our arsenal." Mark panned the camera back from the Hobos eyes and body count. "Funny how similar this all feels right now. Who knew we would stumble upon a ringed fight here?"
Trent thought about what Mark said. Unable to discern anything concert, his head strangely filling with alien memories, he shook it off and turned his mind back to the battle at hand. Trent took a few simple steps back as he watched once more. The way Mark had worded his sentences. They sound familiar to him. 'Fight your fight.' Rang in his head. "Fight my fight," He whispered under his breath. Trent shook off the odd feeling and instead tried to focus more on the battle. Mark was right about setting up our fight though. Trent could already feel the presence of two chips, one for the control of the field, the other for the experiment.
Trent reached into his pocket, and pulled out a large purple seed. He casually dropped the bulb down to his feet, letting it hit the dirty net ways of the village with a solid thud. The poison panels expanded below him, but his feet never touched them, the NCP ensuring he kept a safe distance above the deadly panels. The expansion of those panels should keep enough around for that dropping blood not to get everywhere and possibly help this fool out. Trent lifted himself from his stance, and back peddled away from the hobo, reaching the limits of his poison panels. There he stood, hand reaching for the pistol at his side.
Trent had already rerouted the data from the zapring to it. He had to make this shot. This early test of the conducting abilities of the blood would change his entire fight around. Trent got the feeling, he would have to make ample use of the terrain around him for this fight. As much as every fiber of his being wanted to rush in and engage in his favorite style of combat, he couldn't just yet.
He leveled he pistol, lining the green dot up on the center mass of the target. With a careful precision he took aim, locking his shot on before gently squeezing the trigger, his finger snugly hugging the back of the trigger mount. The large ring bolt flew from the barrel with exciting speed, the shot sliding through the air quickly. Trent replaced his pistol in the holster and adopted a stance with his weight on his back leg. He would be able to move and dodge quickly with his weight here while he waited for the actions of the hobo.
"I always hate the opening of a fight. Its always so much on edge with not knowing what to do and having to set up the fight for you. I like the thrill of trying to figure out the correct path, don't get me wrong. But the danger of choosing incorrectly hurts." Mark said, in a comfortable position with the familiarity of this fight.
Summary
1) Poison Seed at the ground below Trent. (10/Lob a seed that create a medium Poison area. Only one panel if it hits an opponent.
*Free Action Tactical Movement to the back of the poison panels, creating space between himself and the hobo
2) Take Aim
3) Zapring1 to Cannibal.EXE (40 + Stun1 + Elec)(x2?)
4) Prepare Dodge
Trent has Floatshoes.
"It is rather weird though do you think Trent? This village seems like it was recently in working order. I wonder what happened to make everyone flee?"
The two didn't have to wait long to get the answered, as the groaning noises filled both of their ears. Trent turned quickly, dropping into a aggressive stance and withdrew a knife. He held it reverse grip, with the blade raised before him, and his other hand guarding his torso. After an intense moment of gazing down the area, the source was found to be a homeless looking navi. Trent loosened his guard but didn't lower it. The fact that there was only one inhabitant here, and they appeared homeless was very strange.
Mark jokingly insisted how the sounds reminded him of zombie movies and that Trent would want to run, being a zombie is no good. Trent didn't laugh. The Hobo raised his head up, the eyes of him catching Mark off guard. "Oh what the hell is that?!" He jumped from his seat. Mark reached out to Pan his view of the virtual world around, stumbling upon the pile of bodies in an attempt to dodge the stare of the hobo. "I guess we...we found where the people of the village went."
Trent had already glanced at the pile and looked back. His stance tightened once more as he took a few steps backwards to prepare for the fight. With rapid eye movements Trent scooped out the terrain, and the odd panel types. What was causing that panel malfunction? Was it the pile of bodies? The extra data from which leaking out and causing issues? Or was this navi the cause? "Mark, what does the PET say about those panels?"
Mark settled back down into his chair, "I never get used to seeing such violent displays. You would think I'd be used to it by now." Trent didn't understand the context of the remark, but didn't bother to ask further. "OK, so here is what I have got. The panels are similar in structure to the sea panels, but the PET isn't giving me a confirmed answer on if electric chips will still be effected by them." Mark saw the weapon in the hobos hands. "And judging from his weapon I would say this is going to be your kind of fight. First thing we need to do Trent. Fight our fight right? Lets set up some terrain for him to wade through, then test those panels below his feet. If they are as close to sea as the PET implies, your perfect weapon is already in our arsenal." Mark panned the camera back from the Hobos eyes and body count. "Funny how similar this all feels right now. Who knew we would stumble upon a ringed fight here?"
Trent thought about what Mark said. Unable to discern anything concert, his head strangely filling with alien memories, he shook it off and turned his mind back to the battle at hand. Trent took a few simple steps back as he watched once more. The way Mark had worded his sentences. They sound familiar to him. 'Fight your fight.' Rang in his head. "Fight my fight," He whispered under his breath. Trent shook off the odd feeling and instead tried to focus more on the battle. Mark was right about setting up our fight though. Trent could already feel the presence of two chips, one for the control of the field, the other for the experiment.
Trent reached into his pocket, and pulled out a large purple seed. He casually dropped the bulb down to his feet, letting it hit the dirty net ways of the village with a solid thud. The poison panels expanded below him, but his feet never touched them, the NCP ensuring he kept a safe distance above the deadly panels. The expansion of those panels should keep enough around for that dropping blood not to get everywhere and possibly help this fool out. Trent lifted himself from his stance, and back peddled away from the hobo, reaching the limits of his poison panels. There he stood, hand reaching for the pistol at his side.
Trent had already rerouted the data from the zapring to it. He had to make this shot. This early test of the conducting abilities of the blood would change his entire fight around. Trent got the feeling, he would have to make ample use of the terrain around him for this fight. As much as every fiber of his being wanted to rush in and engage in his favorite style of combat, he couldn't just yet.
He leveled he pistol, lining the green dot up on the center mass of the target. With a careful precision he took aim, locking his shot on before gently squeezing the trigger, his finger snugly hugging the back of the trigger mount. The large ring bolt flew from the barrel with exciting speed, the shot sliding through the air quickly. Trent replaced his pistol in the holster and adopted a stance with his weight on his back leg. He would be able to move and dodge quickly with his weight here while he waited for the actions of the hobo.
"I always hate the opening of a fight. Its always so much on edge with not knowing what to do and having to set up the fight for you. I like the thrill of trying to figure out the correct path, don't get me wrong. But the danger of choosing incorrectly hurts." Mark said, in a comfortable position with the familiarity of this fight.
Summary
1) Poison Seed at the ground below Trent. (10/Lob a seed that create a medium Poison area. Only one panel if it hits an opponent.
*Free Action Tactical Movement to the back of the poison panels, creating space between himself and the hobo
2) Take Aim
3) Zapring1 to Cannibal.EXE (40 + Stun1 + Elec)(x2?)
4) Prepare Dodge
Trent has Floatshoes.
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As Trent threw down a pool of poisonous substance, the bloodthirsty hobo grabbed one of the bodies behind him, and threw it into the poison, creating a sort of macabre bridge for him to cross. After that, the hobo immediately leapt for Trent, brandishing his knife with an incomprehensible garble. Unfortunately, his aim was off, and he was struck with a powerful shocking attack, courtesy of Trent's pistol. Still determined, the hobo attempted another swipe, but Trent dodged the attack easily. Dissatisfied with the turn of events, the hobo brought out a small bag from his tattered clothes, tied at the end. It was transparent, showing a concoction of nasty-looking green stuff inside.
Throwing it towards Trent, the stuff drenched him from head to toe, causing him to develop strange conditions. On one hand, he seemed to have gained an innate sense of defense, able to parry attacks with ease, but on the other hand, he felt his health drop by the second! (Glitched) Besides that, the dead body seemed to still have some blood leaking out of it, replacing the swampy poison panels under it slowly. However, as Trent observed, it wasn't exactly coming from the body, but from the hobo's feet themselves for some reason.
-- ENEMIES --
Cannibal.EXE: 230 HP (Dead Body/Blood) (Bug: BloodFeet) (FireKnife 4/6) (Stunned! -1 Action)
-- OBJECTS --
Dead Pile: 450 HP (Blood)
Dead Body: 40 HP (Blood) (Decaying)
Wooden Bench: 50 HP each, 8 around the area. May be used for cover.
-- NAVIGATOR --
Trent.EXE: 180 HP (Float/Poison) (2-hit parry-shield) (Poison5/2turns)
-- TERRAIN --
20% Blood (Puddles leading from the pile of Navis) -- Terrain is similar to Sea, but cannot be submerged into.
15% Poison (In front of Trent)
40% Normal (Dirt roads)
30% Sea (River off to Trent's side)
(Note: Battle area is not limited to the square. Roads leading out from square in cardinal directions may be used to access other parts of the area, which may have different features for cover.)
(BloodFeet: Creates 5% Blood terrain beneath user every turn)
Throwing it towards Trent, the stuff drenched him from head to toe, causing him to develop strange conditions. On one hand, he seemed to have gained an innate sense of defense, able to parry attacks with ease, but on the other hand, he felt his health drop by the second! (Glitched) Besides that, the dead body seemed to still have some blood leaking out of it, replacing the swampy poison panels under it slowly. However, as Trent observed, it wasn't exactly coming from the body, but from the hobo's feet themselves for some reason.
-- ENEMIES --
Cannibal.EXE: 230 HP (Dead Body/Blood) (Bug: BloodFeet) (FireKnife 4/6) (Stunned! -1 Action)
-- OBJECTS --
Dead Pile: 450 HP (Blood)
Dead Body: 40 HP (Blood) (Decaying)
Wooden Bench: 50 HP each, 8 around the area. May be used for cover.
-- NAVIGATOR --
Trent.EXE: 180 HP (Float/Poison) (2-hit parry-shield) (Poison5/2turns)
-- TERRAIN --
20% Blood (Puddles leading from the pile of Navis) -- Terrain is similar to Sea, but cannot be submerged into.
15% Poison (In front of Trent)
40% Normal (Dirt roads)
30% Sea (River off to Trent's side)
(Note: Battle area is not limited to the square. Roads leading out from square in cardinal directions may be used to access other parts of the area, which may have different features for cover.)
(BloodFeet: Creates 5% Blood terrain beneath user every turn)
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"Is, is that blood coming from his feet instead?" Mark asked.
"Yes."
"That's very odd. This guy has some weird quirks going on about him. His feet bleed panels. Notice how he didn't come in direct contact with the blood panel though, but was standing on the body instead. He is just as influenced by the terrain as you would be without that NCP. Better yet, the blood doesn't seem to give him any instant advantages, as he isn't trying to stand on them for use. We must use this."
Trent let a devious smirk cross his face as the knife skills of the hobo surfaced. He was so sloppy with his blade, so careless. He wasn't being exact and his cuts felt more like berserk slashes than the careful attacks of a true knife fighter. Trent shifted his stance, dropping his hand to his side to withdraw another blade. While he did this, his guard opened allowing the bag to hit him square in the chest.
Red screen popped up from his PET, warnings flashed left and right, and Trent was covered in the strange stuff. He tried to scrape it off, hoping to get rid of it before the effects sat in, but it was too late. Finally the screens settled, and his current status was changed from normal, to poisoned. At first Mark didn't notice the other effect of the glitch, and quickly started to think of counter balance ways to deal with the poison damage and still dish out attacks to the hobo. That only brought up one chip for use. Totem1.
"OK Trent," Mark started, "Lets get this poison some buffer room here. We need to play defense this tim--" Mark's voice trailed off as he saw the other effect granted. Parries. This glitch may be one of the better things to have happened to Trent yet from any named fight. Instantly giving him something to cover his own ass in a fight. Brilliant. "Scratch that," Mark said. "That glitch helped you out more than I thought. It's giving you some defense," Mark was telling Trent things he already knew. "Get the totem set up, and get in there."
Trent got the totem data, and quickly summoned it far behind his current location, trying his best to get it out of a easily slash-able range from the opponent. The fiery object appeared, the eyes red and the fire dwelling within its gullet. Trent turned to face the totem, and threw one of his knives at the totem. The blade was aimed to be lodged in his head and switch the totem from attack to defense; the face of the totem becoming blue and far softer in appearance. Trent turned back to the hobo and eyed him down. With a deft hand, he withdrew his own bladed offense, each blade being held in different positions with each hand. The left was in a forwards grip, the right had a blade out reverse grip. Both were able to parry with the glitches effects if needed.
He switched his stance to a low and powerful one, his large shoulders hunched over in a protective manner. From this stance he could get a high push off speed, along with good attacks. He waited as mark slotted in a knife chip for use. "I am still pretty sure that the blood will conduct electricity. I'm send the elecknife for you."
Trent put the data into his left knife, allowing the erect blade to spark and radiate energy. As he was about to move forwards for attacks, a sudden image filled his head, of his knife digging into another navi causing deletion. It wasn't the hobo, and the area wasn't this village but a ring. He was surrounded by on lookers, who cheered happily as the deletion took place. He was dumbfounded for a second. The image was so...familiar. He shook it off. Regaining his stance, after a concerned word from Mark, Trent moved in. He kept one knife at the ready for a parry, if the hobo attacked.
He lead with his left knife, but it was just a feint. A quick slash across the chest of the navi was sent, just to throw him off, as the right hand whipped over and back, trying to dig the blade into the hobo. Choosing not to bring the blade back to his side, but instead yank the target in, he raised up a large boot and kicked the hobo back. Trent didn't wait for the hobo to react to his attacks. He dropped into a evasive stance and rolled around before standing up and moved instantly over to a panel the hobo was ever so familiar with, one of his own blood panels.
Whipping his body around, his powerful right hand lashed out, reaching beyond the target. The blade passed without harm by the hobos neck and shoulders, but with a flick of the wrist, the blade turned down and the spine was against the hobo, pulling him in closer. As the hobo came closer, the elecknife sparked in glee as the target came closer. The blade whipped forwards, his thumb on the spine guiding the attack upward towards the base of the rib cage, to dig the knife wards into it. It was a fine delivery system for the blade to find the heart, and add the extra zap in from all the blood.
Trent rolled backwards, moving away from the blood panel himself, and the all important return attack from the opponent. He Let out a loud gasp as he finally allowed the pain from the poison in his system to show, the damage taking a small portion of his health away. He turned towards the totem and issue an activation order, and in turn was bathed in a light blue light, his health returning. With a sigh of relief he stood back up, knives at the ready.
"Good Trent, fight your fight."
Summary
*2-Hit Parry Shield at the Ready.
1) Totem1 Chip Summoned Behind Trent
2) Throw knife into Totem1 (1 Damage, Change from Attack to Defense)
3) Combat Tactic: Disengage to Cannibal.EXE (60 + Slashing + Knockback + Dodge)
*Free Action: Fast Warrior: Tactical Movement to Blood panel
*Free Action: Get Back here: Pull Hobo unto Blood Panel
4) Elecknife to Cannibal.EXE (60 + Slashing + Elec)(x2?)
*Free Action: Swordplay: Dodge
*Free Action: Totem1 Heal to Trent (+50 HP)
"Yes."
"That's very odd. This guy has some weird quirks going on about him. His feet bleed panels. Notice how he didn't come in direct contact with the blood panel though, but was standing on the body instead. He is just as influenced by the terrain as you would be without that NCP. Better yet, the blood doesn't seem to give him any instant advantages, as he isn't trying to stand on them for use. We must use this."
Trent let a devious smirk cross his face as the knife skills of the hobo surfaced. He was so sloppy with his blade, so careless. He wasn't being exact and his cuts felt more like berserk slashes than the careful attacks of a true knife fighter. Trent shifted his stance, dropping his hand to his side to withdraw another blade. While he did this, his guard opened allowing the bag to hit him square in the chest.
Red screen popped up from his PET, warnings flashed left and right, and Trent was covered in the strange stuff. He tried to scrape it off, hoping to get rid of it before the effects sat in, but it was too late. Finally the screens settled, and his current status was changed from normal, to poisoned. At first Mark didn't notice the other effect of the glitch, and quickly started to think of counter balance ways to deal with the poison damage and still dish out attacks to the hobo. That only brought up one chip for use. Totem1.
"OK Trent," Mark started, "Lets get this poison some buffer room here. We need to play defense this tim--" Mark's voice trailed off as he saw the other effect granted. Parries. This glitch may be one of the better things to have happened to Trent yet from any named fight. Instantly giving him something to cover his own ass in a fight. Brilliant. "Scratch that," Mark said. "That glitch helped you out more than I thought. It's giving you some defense," Mark was telling Trent things he already knew. "Get the totem set up, and get in there."
Trent got the totem data, and quickly summoned it far behind his current location, trying his best to get it out of a easily slash-able range from the opponent. The fiery object appeared, the eyes red and the fire dwelling within its gullet. Trent turned to face the totem, and threw one of his knives at the totem. The blade was aimed to be lodged in his head and switch the totem from attack to defense; the face of the totem becoming blue and far softer in appearance. Trent turned back to the hobo and eyed him down. With a deft hand, he withdrew his own bladed offense, each blade being held in different positions with each hand. The left was in a forwards grip, the right had a blade out reverse grip. Both were able to parry with the glitches effects if needed.
He switched his stance to a low and powerful one, his large shoulders hunched over in a protective manner. From this stance he could get a high push off speed, along with good attacks. He waited as mark slotted in a knife chip for use. "I am still pretty sure that the blood will conduct electricity. I'm send the elecknife for you."
Trent put the data into his left knife, allowing the erect blade to spark and radiate energy. As he was about to move forwards for attacks, a sudden image filled his head, of his knife digging into another navi causing deletion. It wasn't the hobo, and the area wasn't this village but a ring. He was surrounded by on lookers, who cheered happily as the deletion took place. He was dumbfounded for a second. The image was so...familiar. He shook it off. Regaining his stance, after a concerned word from Mark, Trent moved in. He kept one knife at the ready for a parry, if the hobo attacked.
He lead with his left knife, but it was just a feint. A quick slash across the chest of the navi was sent, just to throw him off, as the right hand whipped over and back, trying to dig the blade into the hobo. Choosing not to bring the blade back to his side, but instead yank the target in, he raised up a large boot and kicked the hobo back. Trent didn't wait for the hobo to react to his attacks. He dropped into a evasive stance and rolled around before standing up and moved instantly over to a panel the hobo was ever so familiar with, one of his own blood panels.
Whipping his body around, his powerful right hand lashed out, reaching beyond the target. The blade passed without harm by the hobos neck and shoulders, but with a flick of the wrist, the blade turned down and the spine was against the hobo, pulling him in closer. As the hobo came closer, the elecknife sparked in glee as the target came closer. The blade whipped forwards, his thumb on the spine guiding the attack upward towards the base of the rib cage, to dig the knife wards into it. It was a fine delivery system for the blade to find the heart, and add the extra zap in from all the blood.
Trent rolled backwards, moving away from the blood panel himself, and the all important return attack from the opponent. He Let out a loud gasp as he finally allowed the pain from the poison in his system to show, the damage taking a small portion of his health away. He turned towards the totem and issue an activation order, and in turn was bathed in a light blue light, his health returning. With a sigh of relief he stood back up, knives at the ready.
"Good Trent, fight your fight."
Summary
*2-Hit Parry Shield at the Ready.
1) Totem1 Chip Summoned Behind Trent
2) Throw knife into Totem1 (1 Damage, Change from Attack to Defense)
3) Combat Tactic: Disengage to Cannibal.EXE (60 + Slashing + Knockback + Dodge)
*Free Action: Fast Warrior: Tactical Movement to Blood panel
*Free Action: Get Back here: Pull Hobo unto Blood Panel
4) Elecknife to Cannibal.EXE (60 + Slashing + Elec)(x2?)
*Free Action: Swordplay: Dodge
*Free Action: Totem1 Heal to Trent (+50 HP)
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[Bit of godmoding there on your Pull, careful.]
"Urrrrrrrrr," groaned the hobo, with the ZapRing's effects beginning to take hold on his body. Moving rather sluggishly, he watched as Trent pulled up a Totem chip, hunched over even more than usual. As Trent threw the knife at the totem to switch it over to a curative mode, the hobo bobbed its head from side to side, moaning all the while. However, as soon as he went to take a stab at him, the hobo suddenly moved off to the side, snarling.
Lunging at Trent, he looked to wield yet another butterfly knife in his free hand, swiping at Trent's hands. Luckily, he managed to dodge out of the way of the hobo's haphazard movements. The hobo yowled angrily at Trent's moves, holding both of his knives with odd, loose grips and breathing haggardly. Then, the hobo was pulled dramatically towards Trent, causing him to throw out his knife in surprise. Trent parried away the knife as he went in for a powerful attack, managing to make a gash in the hobo's right arm!
"Urrraaaaa!!" exclaimed the hobo, leaping back and putting a hand on the wound inflicted. "Pain!!" he said, tearing off a piece of his already-tattered clothes and wrapping the wound with it, stopping some of the injury before it got worse. His feet continued to leak out the eerie blood panels, while Trent's totem bathed him in a restorative aura to counteract the hobo's poison.
-- ENEMIES --
Cannibal.EXE: 125 HP (Blood) (Bug: BloodFeet) (FireKnife thrown) (Sword 5/6)
-- OBJECTS --
Dead Pile: 450 HP (Blood)
Dead Body: 30 HP (Blood) (Decaying)
Wooden Bench: 50 HP each, 8 around the area. May be used for cover.
-- NAVIGATOR --
Trent.EXE: 190 HP (Float/Blood) (1-hit parry-shield) (ElecKnife 5/6) (Poison5/1turn)
Totem1: 100 HP (Blue Side/Heal 50)
-- TERRAIN --
25% Blood (Puddles leading from the pile of Navis) -- Terrain is similar to Sea, but cannot be submerged into.
15% Poison (In front of Trent)
35% Normal (Dirt roads)
30% Sea (River off to Trent's side)
(Note: Battle area is not limited to the square. Roads leading out from square in cardinal directions may be used to access other parts of the area, which may have different features for cover.)
(BloodFeet: Creates 5% Blood terrain beneath user every turn)
"Urrrrrrrrr," groaned the hobo, with the ZapRing's effects beginning to take hold on his body. Moving rather sluggishly, he watched as Trent pulled up a Totem chip, hunched over even more than usual. As Trent threw the knife at the totem to switch it over to a curative mode, the hobo bobbed its head from side to side, moaning all the while. However, as soon as he went to take a stab at him, the hobo suddenly moved off to the side, snarling.
Lunging at Trent, he looked to wield yet another butterfly knife in his free hand, swiping at Trent's hands. Luckily, he managed to dodge out of the way of the hobo's haphazard movements. The hobo yowled angrily at Trent's moves, holding both of his knives with odd, loose grips and breathing haggardly. Then, the hobo was pulled dramatically towards Trent, causing him to throw out his knife in surprise. Trent parried away the knife as he went in for a powerful attack, managing to make a gash in the hobo's right arm!
"Urrraaaaa!!" exclaimed the hobo, leaping back and putting a hand on the wound inflicted. "Pain!!" he said, tearing off a piece of his already-tattered clothes and wrapping the wound with it, stopping some of the injury before it got worse. His feet continued to leak out the eerie blood panels, while Trent's totem bathed him in a restorative aura to counteract the hobo's poison.
-- ENEMIES --
Cannibal.EXE: 125 HP (Blood) (Bug: BloodFeet) (FireKnife thrown) (Sword 5/6)
-- OBJECTS --
Dead Pile: 450 HP (Blood)
Dead Body: 30 HP (Blood) (Decaying)
Wooden Bench: 50 HP each, 8 around the area. May be used for cover.
-- NAVIGATOR --
Trent.EXE: 190 HP (Float/Blood) (1-hit parry-shield) (ElecKnife 5/6) (Poison5/1turn)
Totem1: 100 HP (Blue Side/Heal 50)
-- TERRAIN --
25% Blood (Puddles leading from the pile of Navis) -- Terrain is similar to Sea, but cannot be submerged into.
15% Poison (In front of Trent)
35% Normal (Dirt roads)
30% Sea (River off to Trent's side)
(Note: Battle area is not limited to the square. Roads leading out from square in cardinal directions may be used to access other parts of the area, which may have different features for cover.)
(BloodFeet: Creates 5% Blood terrain beneath user every turn)
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Trent let a confident smirk cross his face, bathing him in a smug expression and stance. He was dancing with this navi, and he knew it. The Hobo was able to deal the damage, but unable to stand up to the speed and finesse of a true knife fighter. With the totem on his side, the tattered hobo would have to not only tighten his grip on those blades to hit him, but deal enough to where the totem didn't render his attacks nearly useless. He couldn't let his ego get in the way now. He had to remain in control, in power of the fight. Even though the enemy was a sloppy fighter, if an attack landed, Trent would be in trouble. He had to keep his focus.
"Trent. We have one chip that will allow of maximum damage on this navi. Something I have noticed is that, due to his gross bloody feet glitch, he is always on water...more or less. We have a perfect chip for this case, the powers of it very nice for this exact cause. I am going to send it in, then I want you to keep dancing with him and using that elecknife to finish this." Mark slotted in the arrow chip for Trent to use.
Trent knew the power of this chip, the viruses which it summons he has fought before, and the last tie it was used the results of this chip were more than satisfactory. Trent place his left knife back into the sheath, and kept his right reverse grip hand across his body for defense. He withdrew a different knife from his belt, one that was yellow in color and granted by the chip. He gripped the balanced knife by the blade, pinching it between his index finger and thumb. He pulled his arm straight back, and lowered his arm in a forwards arc, sending the blade hurling at hobo. Not long after the blade left Trent's fingers, it changed into the elebee virus that the chip was named after, and flew ever closer to the target.
Trent loved this chip, because if it missed it always came back. Trent was planning however, to deal enough damage without its help to finish off this navi. Once more into close combat. Once more into the heart pounding thrill that is up close fighting. His right blade was still held for defense as he withdrew the original knife back into his left, in the same grip as before. He loosened his own stance, pulling his body into a far lighter pose, bouncing around on his feet.
Trent had been fighting his hobo long enough to know he was both tricky and reckless. Thinking the enemy would take the offense while Trent summoned the elebee, Trent dropped into a back roll as a dodging effect, to ensure that no swings from sword would come close to the warrior. With the dodge finished he rose to his feet, and crouched low once more, flashing the blades out to the side. His smirk returned as his feet carried him forwards like a charging bull. Trent was headed right towards the guard of the sword, holding one knife at the ready for a parry if it was necessary.
"This feels very familiar, don't you agree Trent? All it is missing is the grungy fight ring stained with blood, and a good crowd and we have a regular old showdown on our hands huh? Just no mass riches to be gained."
Something was itching at Trent in the back of his head while he started his assault anew. A faded mental image he couldn't seem to scratch away. No matter. He must ignore it for now. He was upon his target. Trent threw his left blade in a quick feint before bringing the reverse right blade over and down, trying to slash into the front of the enemy. Following through on his momentum he rolled through blood panels and hopefully on the attack and arm of Cannibal. Trent switched his feet around when rising, turning his whole body to face the back of his enemy. He took a side step to the bloody ground left behind by the bloody feet. Along the way, he reached his right hand up, spreading his fingers wide as he tried to grab the collar and yank the enemy back, unto the waiting elecknife aimed for the spine. What a wonderful finish to the fight that sight would be. A twisting elecknife in the spine of a blood thirsty Cannibal.
"Oh nice showmanship," Mark commented. "We have to start making your style a bit more entertaining, it will assist in the value of your fights." Trent let the image in the back of his mind come scratching forwards. A full scale underground fighting ring, with a navi on the floor before him. He hadn't remembered this at all, why was the vision so real? Trent tried to shake it off, but all that did was send the vision into fast forwards to when his knife dug into the chest of the navi, deleting it in a fine explosion of data. Trent stepped back slightly, the vision clear from him, and his guard back up. With a fast command, the totem bathed him in a blue light as the final bits of the poison finished in his system, the damage from which once again taking his breath away for a moment.
Summary
1) Arrow1 to Cannibal.EXE (100 + Homing + Elec)
2) Dodge
3) Combat Tactic: Quick Slashes (30 + Dodge + Slashing)
*Free Action: Fast Warrior: Tact Movement to the Blood panel behind Cannibal
*Free Action: Get Back Here: Pull Cannibal backwards, unto the Blood panel
4) Elecknife to Cannibal.EXE (60 + Slashing + Elec)(possible x2)
*Free Action: Swordplay: Dodge
*Free Action: Totem1 Heal: +50 HP
"Trent. We have one chip that will allow of maximum damage on this navi. Something I have noticed is that, due to his gross bloody feet glitch, he is always on water...more or less. We have a perfect chip for this case, the powers of it very nice for this exact cause. I am going to send it in, then I want you to keep dancing with him and using that elecknife to finish this." Mark slotted in the arrow chip for Trent to use.
Trent knew the power of this chip, the viruses which it summons he has fought before, and the last tie it was used the results of this chip were more than satisfactory. Trent place his left knife back into the sheath, and kept his right reverse grip hand across his body for defense. He withdrew a different knife from his belt, one that was yellow in color and granted by the chip. He gripped the balanced knife by the blade, pinching it between his index finger and thumb. He pulled his arm straight back, and lowered his arm in a forwards arc, sending the blade hurling at hobo. Not long after the blade left Trent's fingers, it changed into the elebee virus that the chip was named after, and flew ever closer to the target.
Trent loved this chip, because if it missed it always came back. Trent was planning however, to deal enough damage without its help to finish off this navi. Once more into close combat. Once more into the heart pounding thrill that is up close fighting. His right blade was still held for defense as he withdrew the original knife back into his left, in the same grip as before. He loosened his own stance, pulling his body into a far lighter pose, bouncing around on his feet.
Trent had been fighting his hobo long enough to know he was both tricky and reckless. Thinking the enemy would take the offense while Trent summoned the elebee, Trent dropped into a back roll as a dodging effect, to ensure that no swings from sword would come close to the warrior. With the dodge finished he rose to his feet, and crouched low once more, flashing the blades out to the side. His smirk returned as his feet carried him forwards like a charging bull. Trent was headed right towards the guard of the sword, holding one knife at the ready for a parry if it was necessary.
"This feels very familiar, don't you agree Trent? All it is missing is the grungy fight ring stained with blood, and a good crowd and we have a regular old showdown on our hands huh? Just no mass riches to be gained."
Something was itching at Trent in the back of his head while he started his assault anew. A faded mental image he couldn't seem to scratch away. No matter. He must ignore it for now. He was upon his target. Trent threw his left blade in a quick feint before bringing the reverse right blade over and down, trying to slash into the front of the enemy. Following through on his momentum he rolled through blood panels and hopefully on the attack and arm of Cannibal. Trent switched his feet around when rising, turning his whole body to face the back of his enemy. He took a side step to the bloody ground left behind by the bloody feet. Along the way, he reached his right hand up, spreading his fingers wide as he tried to grab the collar and yank the enemy back, unto the waiting elecknife aimed for the spine. What a wonderful finish to the fight that sight would be. A twisting elecknife in the spine of a blood thirsty Cannibal.
"Oh nice showmanship," Mark commented. "We have to start making your style a bit more entertaining, it will assist in the value of your fights." Trent let the image in the back of his mind come scratching forwards. A full scale underground fighting ring, with a navi on the floor before him. He hadn't remembered this at all, why was the vision so real? Trent tried to shake it off, but all that did was send the vision into fast forwards to when his knife dug into the chest of the navi, deleting it in a fine explosion of data. Trent stepped back slightly, the vision clear from him, and his guard back up. With a fast command, the totem bathed him in a blue light as the final bits of the poison finished in his system, the damage from which once again taking his breath away for a moment.
Summary
1) Arrow1 to Cannibal.EXE (100 + Homing + Elec)
2) Dodge
3) Combat Tactic: Quick Slashes (30 + Dodge + Slashing)
*Free Action: Fast Warrior: Tact Movement to the Blood panel behind Cannibal
*Free Action: Get Back Here: Pull Cannibal backwards, unto the Blood panel
4) Elecknife to Cannibal.EXE (60 + Slashing + Elec)(possible x2)
*Free Action: Swordplay: Dodge
*Free Action: Totem1 Heal: +50 HP
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A decisive throw of an Arrow-imbued knife had the enemy before Trent screaming in pain in a few seconds, bringing him down to size. Coughing up a bit of blood, the cannibal laid down on the floor, prostrating before Trent. "Give, give!!" he yelled in between the blood-choked coughs, though Trent merely yanked him off and sliced through the hobo's spine like a hot knife through butter. However, unlike most other Navigators, the hobo didn't seem to jack out, or even be deleted. Instead, all he did was spray blood everywhere, and lie motionless on the ground, almost as if he were dead. One of his knives fell out of his pocket, along with some change. Quite a bit of change.
-- ENEMIES --
Cannibal.EXE: Dead?
-- OBJECTS --
Dead Pile: 450 HP (Blood)
Dead Body: 20 HP (Blood) (Decaying)
Wooden Bench: 50 HP each, 8 around the area. May be used for cover.
-- NAVIGATOR --
Trent.EXE: 190 HP (Float/Blood) (1-hit parry-shield) (ElecKnife 5/6) (Poison5/1turn)
Totem1: 100 HP (Blue Side/Heal 50)
-- TERRAIN --
25% Blood (Puddles leading from the pile of Navis) -- Terrain is similar to Sea, but cannot be submerged into.
15% Poison (In front of Trent)
35% Normal (Dirt roads)
30% Sea (River off to Trent's side)
(Note: Battle area is not limited to the square. Roads leading out from square in cardinal directions may be used to access other parts of the area, which may have different features for cover.)
(BloodFeet: Creates 5% Blood terrain beneath user every turn)
-- BATTLE 05, VICTORY!! --
-- REWARDS --
[BambooKnife] Battlechip, 1250z
-- ENEMIES --
Cannibal.EXE: Dead?
-- OBJECTS --
Dead Pile: 450 HP (Blood)
Dead Body: 20 HP (Blood) (Decaying)
Wooden Bench: 50 HP each, 8 around the area. May be used for cover.
-- NAVIGATOR --
Trent.EXE: 190 HP (Float/Blood) (1-hit parry-shield) (ElecKnife 5/6) (Poison5/1turn)
Totem1: 100 HP (Blue Side/Heal 50)
-- TERRAIN --
25% Blood (Puddles leading from the pile of Navis) -- Terrain is similar to Sea, but cannot be submerged into.
15% Poison (In front of Trent)
35% Normal (Dirt roads)
30% Sea (River off to Trent's side)
(Note: Battle area is not limited to the square. Roads leading out from square in cardinal directions may be used to access other parts of the area, which may have different features for cover.)
(BloodFeet: Creates 5% Blood terrain beneath user every turn)
-- BATTLE 05, VICTORY!! --
-- REWARDS --
[BambooKnife] Battlechip, 1250z
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Trent stepped back from the fallen body of the hobo, knives in hand and soaked in the hobos unusual blood material. Trent held his knives at the ready, keeping his stance low for several seconds after the cry for mercy. The body wasn't moving. Trent was highly suspicious of this. He remembered how the body reacted as the knives dug into his spine. Those hits weren't the final blow, but the arrow chip was. The after hits just sprayed blood. Trent's stance relaxed. Hitting the body as it is now would likely yield the same result. Just a bloody spray. He looked to his totem. For a second Trent wanted to switch it over to attack mode before it vanished, but instead left the body as it was.
"That is very odd that the body hasn't left yet," Mark commented. "Why is it still hanging around? What's causing that?" Mark recalled the noises that the hobo was making at the start of the fight, "Maybe he really is a zombie!" Mark yelled. "Quick! Burn him! Burn him with fire!" Trent stared back at Mark, his expression on changing from a, 'What the flying hell?' look. Trent moved over and collected the data from the ground before backing up moving towards the totem. With a swift kick to the side the face changed to red and the fire sprayed from its mouth, its last action before disappearing.
Mark looked into the PET. "Hey Trent, the data we collected from this fight is enough for Sasha to be back at your side. And with the zenny we collected from this fight, we can get some good upgrades at the Store for you. Lets get out of here, get some upgrades, then start training Sasha again. I think I read somewhere in his coding that we could spend some of your processing speed towards him for process attacks. Would be useful if we added some defense to him, then we can get some real dog training under way. We have the choice of fighting onwards in this network though. You are at full health, and we could some more good rewards if we waited a bit before leaving though.
Trent gave Mark a harsh scowl. Trent didn't like the idea of training Sasha this deep into the network without some form of defense. "No. Jack me out. If you wish for me to keep fighting, get me those upgrades now."
Mark looked around him. The train he was on was nearly to the scilabs, and the station was too far from the navi store to run and make it back, while leaving his PET on the train. Mark, reluctantly, pulled Trent from the networks.
{Jack Out}
"That is very odd that the body hasn't left yet," Mark commented. "Why is it still hanging around? What's causing that?" Mark recalled the noises that the hobo was making at the start of the fight, "Maybe he really is a zombie!" Mark yelled. "Quick! Burn him! Burn him with fire!" Trent stared back at Mark, his expression on changing from a, 'What the flying hell?' look. Trent moved over and collected the data from the ground before backing up moving towards the totem. With a swift kick to the side the face changed to red and the fire sprayed from its mouth, its last action before disappearing.
Mark looked into the PET. "Hey Trent, the data we collected from this fight is enough for Sasha to be back at your side. And with the zenny we collected from this fight, we can get some good upgrades at the Store for you. Lets get out of here, get some upgrades, then start training Sasha again. I think I read somewhere in his coding that we could spend some of your processing speed towards him for process attacks. Would be useful if we added some defense to him, then we can get some real dog training under way. We have the choice of fighting onwards in this network though. You are at full health, and we could some more good rewards if we waited a bit before leaving though.
Trent gave Mark a harsh scowl. Trent didn't like the idea of training Sasha this deep into the network without some form of defense. "No. Jack me out. If you wish for me to keep fighting, get me those upgrades now."
Mark looked around him. The train he was on was nearly to the scilabs, and the station was too far from the navi store to run and make it back, while leaving his PET on the train. Mark, reluctantly, pulled Trent from the networks.
{Jack Out}