From Splitman's point of view, the viruses were engulfed by a wave of explosions and firework-like flashes, making it impossible to determine what hit. However, they were both deleted by the onslaught, leaving some battlechip data behind.
SparkyA: DELETED
SparkyB: DELETED
SparkyC: DELETED
Terrain: 100% Normal
Splitman: 140 HP
[Battle 1 - Victory!]
Get: Satellite1 Battlechip
Better than waiting idly
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Split grabbed the chip and turned away from the scene, not looking back to see if anything survived within the rubble. "So Chad think we can find anything else decent out here?" He asked his master. A small murmur involving betting odds was the only response he got, not that he was expecting anything more significant.
Ah well, maybe the next fight would be more interesting.
Ah well, maybe the next fight would be more interesting.
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And interesting it became! Before SplitMan knew, multiple virus was flying right pass him besides and above him. It was the speedy Fishy viruses, almost taunting the navi into a fight. They're attitude was surprisingly cocky even for a grunt virus, but SplitMan soon saw couple of Handy behind the Fishy, already planting their infamous CountBomb!
FishyA: 90 HP
FishyB: 90 HP
FishyC: 90 HP
HandyA: 80 HP
HandyB: 80 HP
CountBomb: 100 HP [Countdown: 3]
Terrain: 100% Normal
Splitman: 140 HP
-BATTLE TWO, START!-
FishyA: 90 HP
FishyB: 90 HP
FishyC: 90 HP
HandyA: 80 HP
HandyB: 80 HP
CountBomb: 100 HP [Countdown: 3]
Terrain: 100% Normal
Splitman: 140 HP
-BATTLE TWO, START!-
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Split looked upon the situation as a glazed look seemed to sweep across his face. The scenery, the enemies, the useless drudgery of it all dawned upon him. It made him sad, it made him angry, but most of all it made him incredibly apathetic. Responding to the situation at all seemed like a pain all itself, an expression of the futility of the moment. Why was he even fighting these completely useless pathetic beings?
He found himself moving without any conscious effort or will, as though another force or entity took control once he had given up. His feet seemed heavy, or time seemed slower, he couldn't really be sure which of them was occurring. Regardless, it seemed to take forever for him to get to the bomb, crawling ahead of the horrible mockery of a virus he released. Electricity danced across its spiked surface like some pathetic imitation of actual life. As he landed daintily just beyond his target, he gripped tightly onto the explosive with his left arm. He could feel the metal deform slightly underneath his fingers, and the device lifted up with an incredible effort. It seemed very strange, any decision he made seemed resisted by the reality before him. It was just as hard to stop lifting the explosive as it was to continue.
With explosive in hand he took a step forward, the quiet thunk of impact shook over his body, though he couldn't quite tell if he hit something, or something hit him, or some combination thereof. Regardless, time seemed to resume for him most effectively as the bomb shot away from him with the speed of a bullet. The electrical 'virus' he had released earlier still somehow managed to orbit the object. It was comical in a way, that even reality here seemed as arbitrary as the battle.
Off to the side he head a crash, apparently he had thrown it towards the group of fish... things... hopefully they were all dead. In front of him he saw the other hand. His arm transformed into a sword of some sort and the resulting choice of action seemed pretty obvious.
'Apparently Chad has grown slightly less incompetent' - The thought flashed across his mind as he moved to thrust his blade into the remaining artificial hand.
Summary:
1: Satellite1(60+Impact, Elec): Countbomb (cause orbit)
0: Advanced mobility: Jump to countbomb
2:The Power of Rage(Microburst+(Tactile)Telekinesis): Grab countbomb (tele), hit HandyA (Microburst),
3: Hurl towards fishies with Sat orbiting (Telekinesis shot)
4: Sword(80, Slashing) HandyB
He found himself moving without any conscious effort or will, as though another force or entity took control once he had given up. His feet seemed heavy, or time seemed slower, he couldn't really be sure which of them was occurring. Regardless, it seemed to take forever for him to get to the bomb, crawling ahead of the horrible mockery of a virus he released. Electricity danced across its spiked surface like some pathetic imitation of actual life. As he landed daintily just beyond his target, he gripped tightly onto the explosive with his left arm. He could feel the metal deform slightly underneath his fingers, and the device lifted up with an incredible effort. It seemed very strange, any decision he made seemed resisted by the reality before him. It was just as hard to stop lifting the explosive as it was to continue.
With explosive in hand he took a step forward, the quiet thunk of impact shook over his body, though he couldn't quite tell if he hit something, or something hit him, or some combination thereof. Regardless, time seemed to resume for him most effectively as the bomb shot away from him with the speed of a bullet. The electrical 'virus' he had released earlier still somehow managed to orbit the object. It was comical in a way, that even reality here seemed as arbitrary as the battle.
Off to the side he head a crash, apparently he had thrown it towards the group of fish... things... hopefully they were all dead. In front of him he saw the other hand. His arm transformed into a sword of some sort and the resulting choice of action seemed pretty obvious.
'Apparently Chad has grown slightly less incompetent' - The thought flashed across his mind as he moved to thrust his blade into the remaining artificial hand.
Summary:
1: Satellite1(60+Impact, Elec): Countbomb (cause orbit)
0: Advanced mobility: Jump to countbomb
2:The Power of Rage(Microburst+(Tactile)Telekinesis): Grab countbomb (tele), hit HandyA (Microburst),
3: Hurl towards fishies with Sat orbiting (Telekinesis shot)
4: Sword(80, Slashing) HandyB
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Quote (RoboTek)
((Come now, surely someone isn't prohibitively busy))
(You'd be wrong. They've been tracking down illegal drinking establishments all day.)
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Indeed, the jolt Splitman felt that snapped him out of his zombie-like reverie as he reached out to pick up the CountBomb was the very Satellite he himself had sent forth to orbit the explosive object. It had taken him so long to close the gap between launching the Satellite and picking up the CountBomb that the Satellite had reached the object first and made almost half an orbit before Splitman arrived. [Splitman: -60 HP]
The zoned out nature of the Navi had taken the fun out of the Fishys' attempts at taunting Splitman, and had served to convince the viruses to watch warily, as they had never seen a Navi act in this manner before and didn't know what to make of it. That all changed the moment Splitman conked himself with his own Satellite, because the Navi, possibly angered at what he'd done to himself, lashed out at them by launching the object and the orbiting satellite at them like a missile. The first fishy charged, took a hit from the satellite as the virus and countbomb passed each other, and slammed into Splitman before flying on. [Splitman: -15 HP] The second fishy took the CountBomb dead-on, and exploded into deletion, while the satellite, now deprived of it's orbital anchor, careened off to strike the third before exploding itself.
Splitman heard a thud next to him as the second Handy appeared from a hole in the ground to set a fresh CountBomb. The Navi took the opportunity to slay the virus with a single slash of his Sword. He got a good look at the digital display of the new bomb, which curiously displayed "X" instead of a number.... Right before the last Fishy slammed into him and knocked him sideways a panel or three. [Splitman: -15]
----Allies----
Splitman: 50 HP
----Enemies----
FishyA: 30 HP
FishyB: Deleted
FishyC: 30 HP
HandyA: 80 HP
HandyB: Deleted
----Objects----
CountBombA: Destroyed
CountBombB: 1 HP [Countdown: X]
Terrain: 100% Normal
The zoned out nature of the Navi had taken the fun out of the Fishys' attempts at taunting Splitman, and had served to convince the viruses to watch warily, as they had never seen a Navi act in this manner before and didn't know what to make of it. That all changed the moment Splitman conked himself with his own Satellite, because the Navi, possibly angered at what he'd done to himself, lashed out at them by launching the object and the orbiting satellite at them like a missile. The first fishy charged, took a hit from the satellite as the virus and countbomb passed each other, and slammed into Splitman before flying on. [Splitman: -15 HP] The second fishy took the CountBomb dead-on, and exploded into deletion, while the satellite, now deprived of it's orbital anchor, careened off to strike the third before exploding itself.
Splitman heard a thud next to him as the second Handy appeared from a hole in the ground to set a fresh CountBomb. The Navi took the opportunity to slay the virus with a single slash of his Sword. He got a good look at the digital display of the new bomb, which curiously displayed "X" instead of a number.... Right before the last Fishy slammed into him and knocked him sideways a panel or three. [Splitman: -15]
----Allies----
Splitman: 50 HP
----Enemies----
FishyA: 30 HP
FishyB: Deleted
FishyC: 30 HP
HandyA: 80 HP
HandyB: Deleted
----Objects----
CountBombA: Destroyed
CountBombB: 1 HP [Countdown: X]
Terrain: 100% Normal
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Split stared down at the bomb for a solemn moment, realizing that it might actually have the power to end his miserable existence. Interesting concept, he supposed, maybe he should help it along. Small blue specs of energy gathered to him, seeming to materialize out of some unknown vector. The tiny sphere coalesced across his skin, forming a brilliant blue sheathe of raw energy. His heart danced quietly in the background and for the first time in the day his eyes pulsed blue in momentary synchronization with his surroundings.
Then, suddenly, the wave of energy expanded out, like an explosion. The pulse of blue illuminated the surrounding area, like a sun exploding out from the night. The regenerative forces swept over the asymmetrical navi and his damning explosive, and then they were gone. Silence was all that remained of the spectacle, silence and the thought that violence was soon to follow.
He could cut it off though, cut it off with violence of his own. Though he wasn't in a particularly aggressive mood anymore, high-yield ordinance would do the job just as well as during any other circumstance.
BOOM-BOOM the distinct pattern of explosions danced across the floor as smoke billowed from what was once his unusually large arm. Split took a glance at the remaining virus, one of those hands that dropped bombs everywhere for no reason.
He would get to it later, once it was determined whether or not the blast killed him. He leapt away towards the remaining virus, hoping to shield himself from what was almost certainly death.
Summary:
1: Positive Energy Infusion: Pool Of 230 Points to add to Healing, Self-Slow
2: Positive Energy Mastery: Blast 4 Healing 30 Deals 30 damage to self. Additional 90 healing to CountBombB(total 120), additional 140 healing to self.
3: Spreader(30 Damage, Spread 6): Fishy A +Fishy B
4: Spreader(30 Damage, Spread 6): Fishy B +Fishy A
0: Advanced Mobility: Jump behind HandyA to shield from blast.
Then, suddenly, the wave of energy expanded out, like an explosion. The pulse of blue illuminated the surrounding area, like a sun exploding out from the night. The regenerative forces swept over the asymmetrical navi and his damning explosive, and then they were gone. Silence was all that remained of the spectacle, silence and the thought that violence was soon to follow.
He could cut it off though, cut it off with violence of his own. Though he wasn't in a particularly aggressive mood anymore, high-yield ordinance would do the job just as well as during any other circumstance.
BOOM-BOOM the distinct pattern of explosions danced across the floor as smoke billowed from what was once his unusually large arm. Split took a glance at the remaining virus, one of those hands that dropped bombs everywhere for no reason.
He would get to it later, once it was determined whether or not the blast killed him. He leapt away towards the remaining virus, hoping to shield himself from what was almost certainly death.
Summary:
1: Positive Energy Infusion: Pool Of 230 Points to add to Healing, Self-Slow
2: Positive Energy Mastery: Blast 4 Healing 30 Deals 30 damage to self. Additional 90 healing to CountBombB(total 120), additional 140 healing to self.
3: Spreader(30 Damage, Spread 6): Fishy A +Fishy B
4: Spreader(30 Damage, Spread 6): Fishy B +Fishy A
0: Advanced Mobility: Jump behind HandyA to shield from blast.
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Splitman charges up his healing power, his HP temporarily dropping as he does so. He then triggers his Healing Mastery skill, and generates a spherical zone of healing. His HP drops again as he triggers the skill, but rises again back to maximum as the two abilities take effect in conjunction. His attempt to heal the CountBomb comes to naught, as it appears this bomb's max HP really is just one. However, he is successful in healing one of the Fishy Viruses as it was caught in the zone of healing while charging in to slam into Splitman. [Splitman: -15 HP]
Splitman retaliates by firing a Spreader1 at the first Fishy he sees, which didn't happen to be the same one that struck him. The virus was just about to light off it's afterburner when the fragmentation round struck it and deleted it. A huge spray of projectiles erupted in all directions, striking the other Fishy, the CountBomb, and the Handy, but leaving Splitman untouched. Or... would have. The bomb did something very uncharacteristic of a normal CountBomb as it crumbled to dust and triggered an air-burst explosion right on top of the Mafia Navi that also caught the nearby Handy. [Splitman: -50 HP] Splitman's final attack wasted the remaining Fishy, ending the battle.
Victory
----Allies----
Splitman: 75 HP
-- GET: DashAttack; 600 Zenny
----Enemies----
FishyA: Deleted
FishyB: Deleted
FishyC: Deleted
HandyA: Deleted
HandyB: Deleted
----Objects----
CountBombA: Destroyed
CountBombB: Destroyed
Terrain: 100% Normal
Splitman retaliates by firing a Spreader1 at the first Fishy he sees, which didn't happen to be the same one that struck him. The virus was just about to light off it's afterburner when the fragmentation round struck it and deleted it. A huge spray of projectiles erupted in all directions, striking the other Fishy, the CountBomb, and the Handy, but leaving Splitman untouched. Or... would have. The bomb did something very uncharacteristic of a normal CountBomb as it crumbled to dust and triggered an air-burst explosion right on top of the Mafia Navi that also caught the nearby Handy. [Splitman: -50 HP] Splitman's final attack wasted the remaining Fishy, ending the battle.
Victory
----Allies----
Splitman: 75 HP
-- GET: DashAttack; 600 Zenny
----Enemies----
FishyA: Deleted
FishyB: Deleted
FishyC: Deleted
HandyA: Deleted
HandyB: Deleted
----Objects----
CountBombA: Destroyed
CountBombB: Destroyed
Terrain: 100% Normal
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Split surveyed the surrounding area briefly, before responding to some unseen message.
"That is enough, I don't want to see you getting yourself killed and losing all the rewards you have acquired" The voice murmured absentmindedly.
"Its not-
Alright, I will be returning now" The navi responded. 'No reason to wait on it', he thought to himself. He always hated the random scuffles anyway, never seemed to get anything practical done. Any time he got something from it it was practically always pawned off anyway.
Not that it concerned him too much right now. He was just pleased to be leaving. That was the one thought that went through his head as he shot up into the virtual sky.
"That is enough, I don't want to see you getting yourself killed and losing all the rewards you have acquired" The voice murmured absentmindedly.
"Its not-
Alright, I will be returning now" The navi responded. 'No reason to wait on it', he thought to himself. He always hated the random scuffles anyway, never seemed to get anything practical done. Any time he got something from it it was practically always pawned off anyway.
Not that it concerned him too much right now. He was just pleased to be leaving. That was the one thought that went through his head as he shot up into the virtual sky.