HangMan's quick reaction snared the thieving Virus, securing one threat fairly successfully. As expected, the other viruses moved against him, one tossing a beacon-like object nearby. One of the sentient cloud viruses then somehow summoned some storm clouds to open up a deluge on the Navi. In moments, his fine clothing became soaked by the needle-like downpour. His wide-brimmed hat was the only thing protecting his cigar, which glowed brightly as the Navi's temper started to rise. "I request a Shotgun and Invis, please."
Holy had her handful of chips in hand, and slotted in the Shotgun and Invis1 chips quickly. Still grasping the virus by its neck in a fairly macabre pose, his left hand soon found the solid grip of a twin-barreled sawn-off shotgun. He pointed the weapon towards the pulsing orb on the ground, pressing the barrels against the BandCoon's back. With an unwavering grin, the shotgun went off with an echoing boom, firing a spray of energy shot forward towards the FlashBomb (hopefully through the Bandcoon's already damaged body). The bright yellow sparks erupted from the weapon and sprayed wildly over the area ahead, causing HangMan's mirrored glasses to flash in the light.
With a hopefully brutally ballistic execution complete, HangMan's body began to seep into the background, his outline becoming completely transparent while the rest of his body faded in to the background like a phantom. Behind his veil of invisibility, the slightly peeved Navi eyed his next victim(s).
ACTIONS:
2. Shotgun: Bandcoon, FlashBomb (50dmg + Spread1)
3. Invis1: HangMan.EXE (Invisibility for 1 Turn)
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Doused but not deterred, HangMan shrugged off the worst of the harmful storm and continued his offensive, using the ensnared and injured Bandcoon as an impromptu silencer on his shotgun in brutally macabre fashion. There was a muffled yelp as the scattering round tore through it, travelling on to wipe out the irksome flash bang at the same time, then brief silence.
The Twins continued their waltz in HangMan's general direction, and while one arced gracefully around its partner, the stationary virus lit up brighter, hummed for a moment, then sent a frightfully fast bolt of energy towards the executioner. Its target, however, faded from sight in that moment, and the beam of energy travelled onwards, hitting nothing but air. Under the guise of his defence, HangMan himself would experience the shot as coming hair-raisingly close to his person, missing by the nearest of fractions, but no-one else got to see how close it had come.
The second cloud virus finally got its own umbrella set up just the way it wanted, and another forceful sheet of rain meandered across the field as one storm added to the other. It didn't have much to aim at in the first place, and the trail wandered distractedly as it passed over, and fortunately, this one was nowhere near the hidden navi. HangMan's invisibility wasn't going to last much longer however, but right at this moment the remaining viruses didn't know exactly where he was. The downpour continued, soaking everything and everyone... except the Cloudys, with their umbrellas.
-=Shifty Villains=-
TwinA: 100Hp [Centre field]
TwinB: 100Hp [Centre field]
BigHat: 100Hp [Direct Right of HangMan]
Bandcoon: DELETED
CloudyA: 80Hp [Back Left]
CloudyB: 80Hp [Back Right]
-=Shifty Navi=-
HangMan: 60hp [Invis Expiring]
-=Shifty Setting=-
All Normal
-=Objects=-
FlashBomb: DELETED
RainStormA: ?? [1 Turn Remaining]
RainStormB: ?? [1 Turn Remaining]
The Twins continued their waltz in HangMan's general direction, and while one arced gracefully around its partner, the stationary virus lit up brighter, hummed for a moment, then sent a frightfully fast bolt of energy towards the executioner. Its target, however, faded from sight in that moment, and the beam of energy travelled onwards, hitting nothing but air. Under the guise of his defence, HangMan himself would experience the shot as coming hair-raisingly close to his person, missing by the nearest of fractions, but no-one else got to see how close it had come.
The second cloud virus finally got its own umbrella set up just the way it wanted, and another forceful sheet of rain meandered across the field as one storm added to the other. It didn't have much to aim at in the first place, and the trail wandered distractedly as it passed over, and fortunately, this one was nowhere near the hidden navi. HangMan's invisibility wasn't going to last much longer however, but right at this moment the remaining viruses didn't know exactly where he was. The downpour continued, soaking everything and everyone... except the Cloudys, with their umbrellas.
-=Shifty Villains=-
TwinA: 100Hp [Centre field]
TwinB: 100Hp [Centre field]
BigHat: 100Hp [Direct Right of HangMan]
Bandcoon: DELETED
CloudyA: 80Hp [Back Left]
CloudyB: 80Hp [Back Right]
-=Shifty Navi=-
HangMan: 60hp [Invis Expiring]
-=Shifty Setting=-
All Normal
-=Objects=-
FlashBomb: DELETED
RainStormA: ?? [1 Turn Remaining]
RainStormB: ?? [1 Turn Remaining]
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The transparent executioner tossed away the fragmenting corpse of the Bandcoon, as not to give away his position as he called out for additional weapons to bring into the fray. "I could use them Cannon and Dynamite chips, if ya don't mind," his somewhat hushed voice said seemingly from nowhere. Holly slid the requested chips across her desk from the small pile off to the side, then used her well-cared-for nails to flick the flat chips up to her fingers. The chip data scrolled across her screen as she slotted them in, then pressed the upload icon on the PET's smudge-less screen.
While his left hand began to grip the cylindrical tripbomb taking shape in his palm, his right arm began to take shape. Still hopefully unseen, his arm and hand were quickly replaced by a CannonDumb's turret, a large barrel with what appeared to be a circular ammo drum fixed vertically. Since the BigHat was the next-closest virus, his cross-hairs fell upon the squat enemy. Once he got a clear shot, the cannon went off with an oddly absent muzzle flash, but the sharp, percussive boom still rang through the battlefield. The heavy round closed the relatively short distance between the Navi and his target, so quickly it was difficult to comprehend. Before even the echoes of the cannon fire died down, the weapon began to disintegrate, leaving behind HangMan's default forearm and hand.
He turned his attention to the tandem viruses ahead, and crouched slightly before placing the tripbomb on the ground with one of its ends pointing directly ahead. With the flick of an unseen switch, a perfectly straight beam of ruby light stretched across the battlefield. He aimed to direct the beam so its trail would fall between the two Twin viruses, having seen their circling "dance" he hoped they'd pay no mind to the laser and continue as normal, so at least one would trip the beam and hopefully doom them both to perish from the bomb's directed blast. As he let go and began to move away, the bomb quickly became visible.
He too expected to become equally opaque soon, and would prefer not to get caught under another damaging deluge, so he started to lighten his steps as he moved. As he delegated his peripheral vision towards avoiding the small storm clouds on the field, he watched the remaining viruses. With him nearly walking on the balls of his feet alone, his legs were ready to propel him quickly to the side when enemy fire was directed back at him. The inky gray smoke from his cigar traced a lazily curving trail behind him as he moved, there also seemed to be a bit more than usual... was the Navi taking larger draws out of apparent fatigue? Didn't seem healthy to be smoking as heavily as one breathed.
ACTIONS:
1. Cannon: BigHat (60dmg + Knockback) (A) [+12 Assassin damage]
2. Dynamite1: Summon 100HP object (100 Null + Blast2 + Line Attack + Seeking)(A)
3. Dodge
While his left hand began to grip the cylindrical tripbomb taking shape in his palm, his right arm began to take shape. Still hopefully unseen, his arm and hand were quickly replaced by a CannonDumb's turret, a large barrel with what appeared to be a circular ammo drum fixed vertically. Since the BigHat was the next-closest virus, his cross-hairs fell upon the squat enemy. Once he got a clear shot, the cannon went off with an oddly absent muzzle flash, but the sharp, percussive boom still rang through the battlefield. The heavy round closed the relatively short distance between the Navi and his target, so quickly it was difficult to comprehend. Before even the echoes of the cannon fire died down, the weapon began to disintegrate, leaving behind HangMan's default forearm and hand.
He turned his attention to the tandem viruses ahead, and crouched slightly before placing the tripbomb on the ground with one of its ends pointing directly ahead. With the flick of an unseen switch, a perfectly straight beam of ruby light stretched across the battlefield. He aimed to direct the beam so its trail would fall between the two Twin viruses, having seen their circling "dance" he hoped they'd pay no mind to the laser and continue as normal, so at least one would trip the beam and hopefully doom them both to perish from the bomb's directed blast. As he let go and began to move away, the bomb quickly became visible.
He too expected to become equally opaque soon, and would prefer not to get caught under another damaging deluge, so he started to lighten his steps as he moved. As he delegated his peripheral vision towards avoiding the small storm clouds on the field, he watched the remaining viruses. With him nearly walking on the balls of his feet alone, his legs were ready to propel him quickly to the side when enemy fire was directed back at him. The inky gray smoke from his cigar traced a lazily curving trail behind him as he moved, there also seemed to be a bit more than usual... was the Navi taking larger draws out of apparent fatigue? Didn't seem healthy to be smoking as heavily as one breathed.
ACTIONS:
1. Cannon: BigHat (60dmg + Knockback) (A) [+12 Assassin damage]
2. Dynamite1: Summon 100HP object (100 Null + Blast2 + Line Attack + Seeking)(A)
3. Dodge
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While the sheets of rain continued to track back and forth over the field, one Cloudy drifted left, while the other scooted to the right. The heavy lines of downpours wove and snaked their way past HangMan's position for another pass, but both failed to cross over him this time.
Without needing to worry about the inaccurate rain storms, HangMan took aim at the BigHat as he prepared to throw another flash. The cannon shot took him by surprise, sending the smartly dressed virus tumbling backwards, and the flash bomb in an almost direct skyward arc, to land more or less at its own feet. It shook itself of and tried to straighten its shades.
As this was going on, The noose-navi was setting up his newest surprise for the revolving Twin viruses. The trip line played out, crossing just to the side of the first one as it stopped moving. It glowed and send a bolt of light in HangMan's direction as he came into view, but the navi managed, just barely again, to duck out of the way. While the Twin's partner virus arced around it, keeping to pattern, this one did end up crossing the beam, and the loud, dramatic line of shaped explosions that rocked up the field in response obscured all sight for several seconds.
When the dust cleared, all good fortune to HangMan, both Twins were no longer anywhere to be seen. The blast also seemed to have helped clear out the worst of the rain, for now; the main bodies of storm front tracing their way across the battlefield had faded, leaving only the persistent, yet harmless rain behind.
-=Shifty Villains=-
TwinA: DELETED
TwinB: DELETED
BigHat: 28Hp [Right edge of field, out of melee range]
Bandcoon: DELETED
CloudyA: 80Hp [Back Left]
CloudyB: 80Hp [Back Right]
-=Shifty Navi=-
HangMan: 60hp
-=Shifty Setting=-
All Normal
-=Objects=-
FlashBombB: 20Hp [Just in front of BigHat]
RainStormA: Expired
RainStormB: Expired
Without needing to worry about the inaccurate rain storms, HangMan took aim at the BigHat as he prepared to throw another flash. The cannon shot took him by surprise, sending the smartly dressed virus tumbling backwards, and the flash bomb in an almost direct skyward arc, to land more or less at its own feet. It shook itself of and tried to straighten its shades.
As this was going on, The noose-navi was setting up his newest surprise for the revolving Twin viruses. The trip line played out, crossing just to the side of the first one as it stopped moving. It glowed and send a bolt of light in HangMan's direction as he came into view, but the navi managed, just barely again, to duck out of the way. While the Twin's partner virus arced around it, keeping to pattern, this one did end up crossing the beam, and the loud, dramatic line of shaped explosions that rocked up the field in response obscured all sight for several seconds.
When the dust cleared, all good fortune to HangMan, both Twins were no longer anywhere to be seen. The blast also seemed to have helped clear out the worst of the rain, for now; the main bodies of storm front tracing their way across the battlefield had faded, leaving only the persistent, yet harmless rain behind.
-=Shifty Villains=-
TwinA: DELETED
TwinB: DELETED
BigHat: 28Hp [Right edge of field, out of melee range]
Bandcoon: DELETED
CloudyA: 80Hp [Back Left]
CloudyB: 80Hp [Back Right]
-=Shifty Navi=-
HangMan: 60hp
-=Shifty Setting=-
All Normal
-=Objects=-
FlashBombB: 20Hp [Just in front of BigHat]
RainStormA: Expired
RainStormB: Expired
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HangMan's gamble paid off, the tripbomb's directed explosion managed to reduce both Twins into fragmented data, leaving the enemy force to a much more manageable 3 vs 1. "How about we try that RageClaw next?" His question was still politely indirect, though his unwavering grin appeared as if he already knew the request would go uncontested. Since it wasn't an immediately nonsensical request, Holly obliged; she slotted the bear-claw emblazoned chip through the PET, and uploaded it to her well-dressed Navi.
He made another deep draw on his cigar, causing the ashen gray tip to temporarily glow bright orange before fading quickly to black as several jets of inky gray smoke streamed from seemingly unseen gaps in his teeth. As he did so, his black gloved right hand stretched and twisted into a set of wickedly curved claws that twinkled in the poorly lit area like a set of obsidian daggers. The Navi sprang forward without warning towards the BigHat, minding the glowing FlashBomb that stood between him and his intended target.
His shined leather shoes tapped loudly against the floor from his hastened pace, then snapped sharply as he halted into a brief slide while he attempted to deliver an underhanded strike with his newly formed claw, like a pitchfork diving into bale of hay he wished to pitch up and over his shoulder. His palm faced skyward as his fingers acted as the 'prongs of the pitchfork' in his attempt to stab the virus. If he managed to spear the BigHat with his fingers, he would've spun on his left heel and whipped the virus in a tight 180 degree turn. He then whipped his clawed hand downward, attempting to "spike" the virus down upon its own FlashBomb like a football to the turf.
Though he hoped to have reduced the enemy's number by 1, he expected his act of aggression wouldn't go unchallenged by his target's comrades. Expecting additional storm clouds to be sent his way, he focused on the Cloudy viruses, expecting to see stormclouds appear in close proximity. If that became the case, he would attempt to quickly side-step out of the way, holding on to his hat to prevent it from being left behind and subsequently rained upon.
ACTIONS:
1. Movement: Get within melee range of BigHat
2. RageClaw1: BigHat, FlashBomb (20dmg + Impact)(B)
3. Dodge
He made another deep draw on his cigar, causing the ashen gray tip to temporarily glow bright orange before fading quickly to black as several jets of inky gray smoke streamed from seemingly unseen gaps in his teeth. As he did so, his black gloved right hand stretched and twisted into a set of wickedly curved claws that twinkled in the poorly lit area like a set of obsidian daggers. The Navi sprang forward without warning towards the BigHat, minding the glowing FlashBomb that stood between him and his intended target.
His shined leather shoes tapped loudly against the floor from his hastened pace, then snapped sharply as he halted into a brief slide while he attempted to deliver an underhanded strike with his newly formed claw, like a pitchfork diving into bale of hay he wished to pitch up and over his shoulder. His palm faced skyward as his fingers acted as the 'prongs of the pitchfork' in his attempt to stab the virus. If he managed to spear the BigHat with his fingers, he would've spun on his left heel and whipped the virus in a tight 180 degree turn. He then whipped his clawed hand downward, attempting to "spike" the virus down upon its own FlashBomb like a football to the turf.
Though he hoped to have reduced the enemy's number by 1, he expected his act of aggression wouldn't go unchallenged by his target's comrades. Expecting additional storm clouds to be sent his way, he focused on the Cloudy viruses, expecting to see stormclouds appear in close proximity. If that became the case, he would attempt to quickly side-step out of the way, holding on to his hat to prevent it from being left behind and subsequently rained upon.
ACTIONS:
1. Movement: Get within melee range of BigHat
2. RageClaw1: BigHat, FlashBomb (20dmg + Impact)(B)
3. Dodge
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In the brief lull in the more forceful elements of the storm, the big-Hatted virus looked to be about to pull another flash from its coat, but HangMan was faster, sinking in his claws, lifting, and slamming it back down over its own mis-thrown explosive. That spelled the end for the midnight flasher, and left only the deceptively amiable clouds overhead to deal with.
As it turned out, though, HangMan's evasiveness was unnecessary; both clouds seemed to be taking their down time this round, zipping lazily back and forth, though they both looked to be brewing a fresh deluge for the navi soon.
-=Shifty Villains=-
TwinA: DELETED
TwinB: DELETED
BigHat: DELETED
Bandcoon: DELETED
CloudyA: 80Hp [Back Centre]
CloudyB: 80Hp [Mid Centre]
-=Shifty Navi=-
HangMan: 60hp
-=Shifty Setting=-
All Normal
-=Objects=-
FlashBombB: DELETED
As it turned out, though, HangMan's evasiveness was unnecessary; both clouds seemed to be taking their down time this round, zipping lazily back and forth, though they both looked to be brewing a fresh deluge for the navi soon.
-=Shifty Villains=-
TwinA: DELETED
TwinB: DELETED
BigHat: DELETED
Bandcoon: DELETED
CloudyA: 80Hp [Back Centre]
CloudyB: 80Hp [Mid Centre]
-=Shifty Navi=-
HangMan: 60hp
-=Shifty Setting=-
All Normal
-=Objects=-
FlashBombB: DELETED
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HangMan's wide grin remained throughout his successful removal of the virus and its thrown munition; 2v1 now. His eyes tried to track the Cloudy viruses as they moved about, and was about to call for Holly to slot in his last chip, but then he made an unfortunate realization. The log chip rolled along the ground, and the remaining foes floated freely several feet in the air; the log would likely harmlessly tumble beneath them. The cigar's angle changed and seemed to roll as the Navi ground his teeth, regretting he didn't use the chip earlier to deal with the other ground-based foes, as now he only had his claw and nooses left.
Noting his lapse of judgement but outwardly undeterred, HangMan kicked off as he began a quick dash towards the nearest Cloudy virus, his obsidian claws open like a wickedly designed bear trap. As he ran, the back swing of his left arm became more pronounced, winding up. On his next stride, he whipped his arm forward, causing the noose over his wrist to fling off his hand and arc through the air as more rope spooled from his sleeve. The shallow arc traced by the rope looked like an angler's cast combined with that of a cast net, due to the noose having widened in circumference by a significant degree as he attempted to lasso the further Cloudy.
Once it appeared the rope had encompassed the target, he yanked his right arm straight back as if drawing the string of an invisible bow while the slack quickly retracted into his sleeve to bring the noose taut. If the noose found a "neck" to constrict, some of the threads would've started to glow red and trace back to its master and provide siphoned energy. If he missed, it would've simply retracted like a spring-loaded tape measure. Regardless, HangMan's goal was to bear down on the closest Cloudy with a downward slash. He wasn't entirely sure his claws would get any significant purchase on the virus's body, as he feared it could be as permeable as the weather feature from which it's inspired, but still attempted to grab hold by slamming his claws shut.
If he managed to get a solid grip on the virus, he would've then taken a step towards the other (hopefully snared) Cloudy, naturally causing his right arm to trail back in place of winding up the impending throw. Still trying to keep the rope tight on the other Cloudy if it remained ensnared, he attempted to hurl the stabbed cloudy over his shoulder with an overhand throw. He would've released his grip naturally mid throw, his aim being to have the thrown Cloudy collide with its comrade. If he could keep them clustered together, they may prove easier to dice up with his remaining weapon, provided the use hadn't yet caused the claws to become damaged.
ACTIONS:
1. Movement: Get within melee range of CloudyB
2. Leeching Loop: CloudyA (15dmg Wood Lifesteal + Stun + 2TCD)
3. RageClaw1: CloudyB, CloudyA (20dmg + Impact)(B)
Noting his lapse of judgement but outwardly undeterred, HangMan kicked off as he began a quick dash towards the nearest Cloudy virus, his obsidian claws open like a wickedly designed bear trap. As he ran, the back swing of his left arm became more pronounced, winding up. On his next stride, he whipped his arm forward, causing the noose over his wrist to fling off his hand and arc through the air as more rope spooled from his sleeve. The shallow arc traced by the rope looked like an angler's cast combined with that of a cast net, due to the noose having widened in circumference by a significant degree as he attempted to lasso the further Cloudy.
Once it appeared the rope had encompassed the target, he yanked his right arm straight back as if drawing the string of an invisible bow while the slack quickly retracted into his sleeve to bring the noose taut. If the noose found a "neck" to constrict, some of the threads would've started to glow red and trace back to its master and provide siphoned energy. If he missed, it would've simply retracted like a spring-loaded tape measure. Regardless, HangMan's goal was to bear down on the closest Cloudy with a downward slash. He wasn't entirely sure his claws would get any significant purchase on the virus's body, as he feared it could be as permeable as the weather feature from which it's inspired, but still attempted to grab hold by slamming his claws shut.
If he managed to get a solid grip on the virus, he would've then taken a step towards the other (hopefully snared) Cloudy, naturally causing his right arm to trail back in place of winding up the impending throw. Still trying to keep the rope tight on the other Cloudy if it remained ensnared, he attempted to hurl the stabbed cloudy over his shoulder with an overhand throw. He would've released his grip naturally mid throw, his aim being to have the thrown Cloudy collide with its comrade. If he could keep them clustered together, they may prove easier to dice up with his remaining weapon, provided the use hadn't yet caused the claws to become damaged.
ACTIONS:
1. Movement: Get within melee range of CloudyB
2. Leeching Loop: CloudyA (15dmg Wood Lifesteal + Stun + 2TCD)
3. RageClaw1: CloudyB, CloudyA (20dmg + Impact)(B)
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With a rather unfitting choice of remaining options, HangMan returned to his old faithful, the signature noose, sending the morbid loop uncoiling towards his first target as he closed. Both Cloudies had, in that moment, paused to finish brewing their new storms, and his throw was good; insubstantial and wispy it might be, but the loop still fell neatly about the first cloud and drew tight, squeezing it in an almost cartoonishly humorous way, that made it bulge dramatically on either side of the rope.
The freshly released sheet of rain spiralled off wildly across the battlefield, a long way from HangMan while his noose drew energy back towards its navigator (+15). The second virus also sent out another thunderous storm, and this won wove much closer as it travelled, but still failed to make contact. The trapped cloudy made an unintelligible sound that was likely some form of panic while it struggled to pull away, without luck, but HangMan was now occupied with its ally instead.
Claws first, he made efforts to grapple with the insubstantial virus, and just as with the noose before, he found purchase to hold it tight and sink the claws in, improbable as it actually looked (-20). The good luck couldn't last completely, though, and actually throwing the Cloudy turned into an exercise in futility. Rather than streaking across the reaming space to collide with its ally, the virus lost momentum very quickly, turning over on itself like so much cotton wool caught in a breeze, before looking back at the navi with a glare of great offence. they were more or less right beside each other now, but drifting about was in their nature, and they probably wouldn't stay still for very long.
-=Shifty Villains=-
TwinA: DELETED
TwinB: DELETED
BigHat: DELETED
Bandcoon: DELETED
CloudyA: 65Hp [Back Centre][Stunned!]
CloudyB: 60Hp [Back Centre]
-=Shifty Navi=-
HangMan: 75hp [RageClaw 4/6]
-=Shifty Setting=-
All Normal
-=Objects=-
RainStormA: ?? [1 Turn Remaining]
RainStormB: ?? [1 Turn Remaining]
The freshly released sheet of rain spiralled off wildly across the battlefield, a long way from HangMan while his noose drew energy back towards its navigator (+15). The second virus also sent out another thunderous storm, and this won wove much closer as it travelled, but still failed to make contact. The trapped cloudy made an unintelligible sound that was likely some form of panic while it struggled to pull away, without luck, but HangMan was now occupied with its ally instead.
Claws first, he made efforts to grapple with the insubstantial virus, and just as with the noose before, he found purchase to hold it tight and sink the claws in, improbable as it actually looked (-20). The good luck couldn't last completely, though, and actually throwing the Cloudy turned into an exercise in futility. Rather than streaking across the reaming space to collide with its ally, the virus lost momentum very quickly, turning over on itself like so much cotton wool caught in a breeze, before looking back at the navi with a glare of great offence. they were more or less right beside each other now, but drifting about was in their nature, and they probably wouldn't stay still for very long.
-=Shifty Villains=-
TwinA: DELETED
TwinB: DELETED
BigHat: DELETED
Bandcoon: DELETED
CloudyA: 65Hp [Back Centre][Stunned!]
CloudyB: 60Hp [Back Centre]
-=Shifty Navi=-
HangMan: 75hp [RageClaw 4/6]
-=Shifty Setting=-
All Normal
-=Objects=-
RainStormA: ?? [1 Turn Remaining]
RainStormB: ?? [1 Turn Remaining]
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While his attacks found their targets without major issue, and the Cloudy was solid enough to hurl about, attempting to throw it a significant distance seemed to be difficult at best. With his claw still at the ready, HangMan didn't have very many options left, though he really couldn't complain. Both targets were now relatively close, and his brutally efficient weapon remained sharp. All that remained was to get within range to bring said weapon to bear, which he quickly executed as he leaped forward, making a beeline towards the two Cloudy viruses.
The grin on his face grew wider as he took another draw on his cigar, causing the end to glow bright orange for a brief moment. As he breathed in, he drew his arm up and back, then exhaled sharply as he delivered a diving slash down upon the Cloudy he previously threw. Just as his clawed hand raked over the Cloudy's position and stopped, he flicked his wrist around 180 degrees to reverse the direction of his claws, so he could throw a rising back-handed slash with a slightly shallower angle than his previous strike. His claws ripped through the air and the smoke from his cigar, causing the inky gray smoke to scatter around the Navi.
After hopefully cleaving the Cloudy into bits, his eyes locked on to its counterpart. His curved, sharpened fingers flexed slightly, causing some of the joints in his fingers to make a few unsettling pops and cracks. "Ready tah join your compatriot?" HangMan said threateningly, curious to see how the virus would respond, beyond trying to send another storm cloud his way.
ACTIONS:
1. Movement: Get within melee range of CloudyB
2. RageClaw1: CloudyB (40dmg + Slashing) (B)
3. RageClaw1: CloudyB (40dmg + Slashing) (B)
The grin on his face grew wider as he took another draw on his cigar, causing the end to glow bright orange for a brief moment. As he breathed in, he drew his arm up and back, then exhaled sharply as he delivered a diving slash down upon the Cloudy he previously threw. Just as his clawed hand raked over the Cloudy's position and stopped, he flicked his wrist around 180 degrees to reverse the direction of his claws, so he could throw a rising back-handed slash with a slightly shallower angle than his previous strike. His claws ripped through the air and the smoke from his cigar, causing the inky gray smoke to scatter around the Navi.
After hopefully cleaving the Cloudy into bits, his eyes locked on to its counterpart. His curved, sharpened fingers flexed slightly, causing some of the joints in his fingers to make a few unsettling pops and cracks. "Ready tah join your compatriot?" HangMan said threateningly, curious to see how the virus would respond, beyond trying to send another storm cloud his way.
ACTIONS:
1. Movement: Get within melee range of CloudyB
2. RageClaw1: CloudyB (40dmg + Slashing) (B)
3. RageClaw1: CloudyB (40dmg + Slashing) (B)
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No time to slow down, HangMan did his best to clean up the remaining two viruses as efficiently as he could. One of the clouds seemed to roll over in their air, twitching as it dealt with the after effects of the noose, but the stunned one wasn't his first target. As he closed, one of the wandering storm fronts cut across his path, missing by a fraction; it wasn't enough to deter him. The second sheet of bad weather curled around behind where HangMan had been moments before just as he lashed out with his claws. The cloudy seemed to... slide around his first strike, evading the rending blades, but it couldn't avoid the follow up that sliced cleanly through its body and spun the little cloud around, badly damaged.
The second cloud was only now recovering from the noose's stun, and shook itself off, shedding water droplets everywhere. Elsewhere, the two storm fronts petered out again, giving way to the more normal and less hurtful steady rain.
-=Shifty Villains=-
TwinA: DELETED
TwinB: DELETED
BigHat: DELETED
Bandcoon: DELETED
CloudyA: 65Hp [Back Centre]
CloudyB: 20Hp [Back Centre]
-=Shifty Navi=-
HangMan: 75hp [RageClaw 2/6]
-=Shifty Setting=-
All Normal
-=Objects=-
RainStormA: EXPIRED
RainStormB: EXPIRED
The second cloud was only now recovering from the noose's stun, and shook itself off, shedding water droplets everywhere. Elsewhere, the two storm fronts petered out again, giving way to the more normal and less hurtful steady rain.
-=Shifty Villains=-
TwinA: DELETED
TwinB: DELETED
BigHat: DELETED
Bandcoon: DELETED
CloudyA: 65Hp [Back Centre]
CloudyB: 20Hp [Back Centre]
-=Shifty Navi=-
HangMan: 75hp [RageClaw 2/6]
-=Shifty Setting=-
All Normal
-=Objects=-
RainStormA: EXPIRED
RainStormB: EXPIRED
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"Hm, persistent puff ball..." HangMan said under his breath as he looked upon two Cloudy viruses ahead, both still very much alive. He could try to activate the RollingLog chip and use his RageClaw to swing the log like a massive bat, but he was no strongman, and he predicted the strike would be rather slow and thus more prone to miss. He wagered his RageClaw didn't have much left before expiring, so what he did had to be done quickly and accurately.
Regardless, the plan required inflicting the previously stunned Cloudy significant damage, so he quickly strode towards the virus. His clawed right hand flickered faintly in the low light as he drew his arm back slightly before snapping forward in an attempt to stab directly into the virus's center. If his claws managed to find their mark without subsequently shattering, he had a potential option. He already saw throwing the viruses was as effective as throwing a balloon, but with such close proximity to its comrade, a throw wasn't entirely necessary.
Hopefully his new target was still close, as he'd then twist his body towards it, spinning on his heel if need be to square up on the second Cloudy. His arm and the potentially snared virus would've lagged behind, winding up a second strike. The Cloudy's body if impaled on his claw would've looked like an oddly-shaped boxing glove, with which he'd deliver a crushing right cross towards the other Cloudy. His form was definitely not that of a polished professional boxer, but it wasn't exactly sloppy for an impromptu pugilist. He must've watched a few CQC vids in his free time. He hoped the impact along with what remained of his claws would KO both viruses at the same time. If not, his vampiric nooses were nearly ready for use once more.
ACTIONS:
1. Movement: Ensure within melee range of both CloudyA & B
2. RageClaw1: CloudyA (40dmg + Slashing) (B) [+8 Assassin Dmg]
3. RageClaw1: CloudyA, B (20dmg + Impact) (B)
Regardless, the plan required inflicting the previously stunned Cloudy significant damage, so he quickly strode towards the virus. His clawed right hand flickered faintly in the low light as he drew his arm back slightly before snapping forward in an attempt to stab directly into the virus's center. If his claws managed to find their mark without subsequently shattering, he had a potential option. He already saw throwing the viruses was as effective as throwing a balloon, but with such close proximity to its comrade, a throw wasn't entirely necessary.
Hopefully his new target was still close, as he'd then twist his body towards it, spinning on his heel if need be to square up on the second Cloudy. His arm and the potentially snared virus would've lagged behind, winding up a second strike. The Cloudy's body if impaled on his claw would've looked like an oddly-shaped boxing glove, with which he'd deliver a crushing right cross towards the other Cloudy. His form was definitely not that of a polished professional boxer, but it wasn't exactly sloppy for an impromptu pugilist. He must've watched a few CQC vids in his free time. He hoped the impact along with what remained of his claws would KO both viruses at the same time. If not, his vampiric nooses were nearly ready for use once more.
ACTIONS:
1. Movement: Ensure within melee range of both CloudyA & B
2. RageClaw1: CloudyA (40dmg + Slashing) (B) [+8 Assassin Dmg]
3. RageClaw1: CloudyA, B (20dmg + Impact) (B)
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As the next lull in the two storm cloud's bad weather came around, Hangman mad his next play. Low on options, he opted to keep things simple, and relied on his claws one last time. His first stab delved deeply into the fluffy cloud body of the first, despite its attempts to drift out of the way. the little virus seemed to exhale in surprise, deflating slightly on his weapon, but it writhed again as he gripped and dug the claws a second time, in an effort to slam it forcefully into the second wisp.
The other cloud also tried to curl out of the way, but HangMan was quicker, and their luck was not in; the two blobs of cloud collided, shuddered, then disintegrated into a brief, and thankfully non-damaging shower of junk data and zenny.
It was still raining... but it was just cold, and not painful. On the bright side, the battlefield was clear, and HangMan was left to claim his rewards in something approaching peace.
-=Shifty Villains=-
TwinA: DELETED
TwinB: DELETED
BigHat: DELETED
Bandcoon: DELETED
CloudyA: DELETED
CloudyB: DELETED
-=Shifty Navi=-
HangMan: 75hp
-=Shifty Setting=-
All Normal
-=Battle 3, Victory!=-
Spoils: 1250z
The other cloud also tried to curl out of the way, but HangMan was quicker, and their luck was not in; the two blobs of cloud collided, shuddered, then disintegrated into a brief, and thankfully non-damaging shower of junk data and zenny.
It was still raining... but it was just cold, and not painful. On the bright side, the battlefield was clear, and HangMan was left to claim his rewards in something approaching peace.
-=Shifty Villains=-
TwinA: DELETED
TwinB: DELETED
BigHat: DELETED
Bandcoon: DELETED
CloudyA: DELETED
CloudyB: DELETED
-=Shifty Navi=-
HangMan: 75hp
-=Shifty Setting=-
All Normal
-=Battle 3, Victory!=-
Spoils: 1250
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Thankfully HangMan's plan and weapon worked out admirably, leaving both viruses reduced to errant bits of data. His hand reverted to its default, gloved state as he flexed it to ensure the transformation didn't leave any bugs in his fine motor functions. Satisfied with his state, but not so much with the weather, he took a long relaxed draw from his cigar. He exhaled as he reached down to gather up the zenny that littered the floor, accumulating them into a neat pile in his left hand. "Anothah tussle dealt with, shall we continue?" he asked of his NetOp as the zenny seemed to evaporate in his hand, downloaded to the PET.
Holly was pleased to see her zenny total tick upwards a decent amount, but she wasn't impressed by how drawn out the battle became, nor the fact her Navi's HP has been at a net loss from the last battle. ["Don't get cocky, that last one was sloppy,"] she criticized, providing an additional mental rain on his parade. His grin flattened slightly, he felt he performed pretty well while dealing with the handicap of so few battlechips. Though not to argue with his NetOp, he folded and grabbed the brim of his hat and pulled it down slightly, so some of the water that accumulated began to drain down in one predictable stream. "I understand, I'll do better then."
With the spoils obtained, HangMan proceeded onwards in the rain. He didn't really mind it too much thanks to the wide brim of his hat, and he was focused more on what he could do to possibly prevent a repeat performance. As he browsed through the new upgrades from the VirusBust_Suite add-on, he gave a more in-depth look into the decoy capabilities inherent in shadow subtype Navis like himself. He kept an eye out ahead, as he didn't want to embarrass himself by smacking into a light pole or building side, and he partially hoped to find some establishment in which to escape the rain.
((Ready for Battle #4))
Holly was pleased to see her zenny total tick upwards a decent amount, but she wasn't impressed by how drawn out the battle became, nor the fact her Navi's HP has been at a net loss from the last battle. ["Don't get cocky, that last one was sloppy,"] she criticized, providing an additional mental rain on his parade. His grin flattened slightly, he felt he performed pretty well while dealing with the handicap of so few battlechips. Though not to argue with his NetOp, he folded and grabbed the brim of his hat and pulled it down slightly, so some of the water that accumulated began to drain down in one predictable stream. "I understand, I'll do better then."
With the spoils obtained, HangMan proceeded onwards in the rain. He didn't really mind it too much thanks to the wide brim of his hat, and he was focused more on what he could do to possibly prevent a repeat performance. As he browsed through the new upgrades from the VirusBust_Suite add-on, he gave a more in-depth look into the decoy capabilities inherent in shadow subtype Navis like himself. He kept an eye out ahead, as he didn't want to embarrass himself by smacking into a light pole or building side, and he partially hoped to find some establishment in which to escape the rain.
((Ready for Battle #4))
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As the executioner endured the reprimands of his operator with dignity, the irksomely inclement weather didn't appear to care. The darkened streets offered little comfort or shelter as he moved onwards, but if HangMan was actively looking for a place out of the rain, there was a netcafe or two that, being the net, never closed, and the soft glow of a brightly lit interior might well seem very welcoming at this stage.
He still hadn't encountered any new threats by the time his steady footfalls brought him alongside the entryway, just on the edge of where the light spilled out into the rain. The place was mostly deserted, glancing int he windows. it was fashioned after a vaguely twenties theme, in terms of the decor, but that seemed to be no real indicator on its clientele; the cafe was mostly deserted, save only a couple of late night drinkers who both appeared to be generic normal navis. One, male, was reading a book with his coffee, at a table by the window. Another, female, looked to be typing a message of some sort in between sips, where she sat in one of the cushioned alcoves on the right.
There was plenty of room to take a seat inside, and be out of sight from anyone and everyone, if he wanted; the shop was set up to give privacy to most of the settings in the back, which were laid out in half-circles of comfy chairs, and quite secluded. The server, too, looked mostly generic, and was contentedly drying glasses behind the counter. If HangMan wanted to pause for a moment and at least wait for the rain to pass, now was the time to do it.
If he did, indeed, decide to pass through the door and step out of the rain, he would be greeted with polite nod and little else. The female patron glanced up and made a face at the smoke curling from his cigar, but there were no signs to suggest that he shouldn't, so that was her problem, really.
If, as well as sitting, HangMan decided that a coffee might also be a good idea, he'd find the server more than willing to get him one; a mere ten zenny for a hot drink to warm the insides, that would prove to be a mild brew, with a refreshing, bitter taste (It would also, as well as being comforting, restore a small amount of HP, +10 if HangMan gets a drink).
Alas, whether HangMan opted to get a drink with his sojourn from the rain or not, the quietude of the cafe didn't last as long as one might hope. A thundering sound from outside, would be enough to make everyone look up. It wasn't the thundering of the storm, but something much more grounded, and it made the frames on the walls rattle and the glasses clink. Then there was the sound of.. bleating?
The distressing sound grew until, with very little extra waring, a spooked heard of very unhappy-looking Moloko began streaming past the outside of the shop, rushing in a panic. This would have been alright, except for the fact that as they shoved and jockeyed one another in their rampage, several of the sodden creatures crashed wholesale through the broad window-fronts of the cafe, and another one or two butted clean in through the door.
Predictably, there were multiple shouts of surprise and fear, and the two other patrons promptly jacked out, while the server fled into the back of the cafe with impressive speed. HangMan himself was far better equipped to handle the intrusion of course, though the six viral sheep occupying the cafe looked particularly ill-temepred at this stage; their wool was a matted down sodden mess, rather than cute and fluffy, and they didn't look the sort to spare the furniture either.
Of course, If HangMan had opted to bypass the Cafe altogether, he would still find himself on the receiving end of a large amount of angry frightened sheep... only it would be out in the cold and the dark and the rain still, as the herd thundered past him.
-=Terrified Stampede=-
MolokoA: 60Hp
MolokoB: 60Hp
MolokoC: 60Hp
MolokoD: 60Hp
MolokoE: 60Hp
MolokoF: 60Hp
-=Not Their Shepard=-
HangMan: 75HP
-=Schrodinger's Setting=-
All Normal, either way.
-=Battle 4, Start!=-
He still hadn't encountered any new threats by the time his steady footfalls brought him alongside the entryway, just on the edge of where the light spilled out into the rain. The place was mostly deserted, glancing int he windows. it was fashioned after a vaguely twenties theme, in terms of the decor, but that seemed to be no real indicator on its clientele; the cafe was mostly deserted, save only a couple of late night drinkers who both appeared to be generic normal navis. One, male, was reading a book with his coffee, at a table by the window. Another, female, looked to be typing a message of some sort in between sips, where she sat in one of the cushioned alcoves on the right.
There was plenty of room to take a seat inside, and be out of sight from anyone and everyone, if he wanted; the shop was set up to give privacy to most of the settings in the back, which were laid out in half-circles of comfy chairs, and quite secluded. The server, too, looked mostly generic, and was contentedly drying glasses behind the counter. If HangMan wanted to pause for a moment and at least wait for the rain to pass, now was the time to do it.
If he did, indeed, decide to pass through the door and step out of the rain, he would be greeted with polite nod and little else. The female patron glanced up and made a face at the smoke curling from his cigar, but there were no signs to suggest that he shouldn't, so that was her problem, really.
If, as well as sitting, HangMan decided that a coffee might also be a good idea, he'd find the server more than willing to get him one; a mere ten zenny for a hot drink to warm the insides, that would prove to be a mild brew, with a refreshing, bitter taste (It would also, as well as being comforting, restore a small amount of HP, +10 if HangMan gets a drink).
Alas, whether HangMan opted to get a drink with his sojourn from the rain or not, the quietude of the cafe didn't last as long as one might hope. A thundering sound from outside, would be enough to make everyone look up. It wasn't the thundering of the storm, but something much more grounded, and it made the frames on the walls rattle and the glasses clink. Then there was the sound of.. bleating?
The distressing sound grew until, with very little extra waring, a spooked heard of very unhappy-looking Moloko began streaming past the outside of the shop, rushing in a panic. This would have been alright, except for the fact that as they shoved and jockeyed one another in their rampage, several of the sodden creatures crashed wholesale through the broad window-fronts of the cafe, and another one or two butted clean in through the door.
Predictably, there were multiple shouts of surprise and fear, and the two other patrons promptly jacked out, while the server fled into the back of the cafe with impressive speed. HangMan himself was far better equipped to handle the intrusion of course, though the six viral sheep occupying the cafe looked particularly ill-temepred at this stage; their wool was a matted down sodden mess, rather than cute and fluffy, and they didn't look the sort to spare the furniture either.
Of course, If HangMan had opted to bypass the Cafe altogether, he would still find himself on the receiving end of a large amount of angry frightened sheep... only it would be out in the cold and the dark and the rain still, as the herd thundered past him.
-=Terrified Stampede=-
MolokoA: 60Hp
MolokoB: 60Hp
MolokoC: 60Hp
MolokoD: 60Hp
MolokoE: 60Hp
MolokoF: 60Hp
-=Not Their Shepard=-
HangMan: 75HP
-=Schrodinger's Setting=-
All Normal, either way.
-=Battle 4, Start!=-
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((cue RainyMood+The Fragrance of Dark Coffee))
Thankfully it didn't take too long to find the soft glow of a building not shut up nor abandoned. In fact, luck would have it the Navi had stumbled upon a classic Cafe themed after a fashion long, long ago. "Hm, a lovely respite to take a proverbial 'breather,' I say." He ducked in to the entry way, and took a moment to brush the rain from his hat and sleeves. Upon entering the store, he had his first opportunity to meet programs that hadn't immediately wished to delete him. "Suckers," as Holly would call them; a title he himself didn't contest. He didn't care to remove his hat, but nodded back to any polite gestures made in his direction.
The female NormalNavi's look of apparent distaste amused him, causing him to adjust his cigar, tracing a lateral 'figure-8' with the butt of his cigar. The thin, inky trail would've had a difficult time showing through the significant puff of smoke that hissed through his uncomfortably white teeth. However, he didn't feel like antagonizing the Navi further, and took a seat at one of the chairs. [We don't have time for breaks, get back to it,] scrawled the text message in his head, sent by his NetOp, who had become silent in the presence of other programs. [[i]No use to get all soakin' wet, besides, this establishment seems a mighty fi~ine place to gather one's thoughts, especially when they involve utilizin' one's deceptive abilities,[/i] he parried as an unassuming server offered a cup of coffee for a rather affordable price.
HangMan's grin widened as he gave a mirrored stare back at the server. "Color me convinced, but be sure to make it extra black, ya hear?" he said, tossing the 10 zenny accurately towards the program's free hand like a penny to a newspaper salesman, with no short supply of posh confidence. He crossed his right leg over his left knee, and glanced out the establishment's window, likely speckled with raindrops as the storm continued. [[i]Though the ambiance is mighty fitting, why botha with rain in a network? Ah well, back to business...[/i]] He mused to himself briefly, then opened a small data readout in thin air, holding it like a delicate pane of glass as he read through its contents, soaking in the specifics of his decoy capabilities. Holly tapped her finger on her desk impatiently, loudly enough for HangMan to hear it through the PET's internal mic, though he seemed to be ignoring it quite well. He was only interrupted by the server coming back with a lazily steaming cup of coffee, to which he looked and thanked him with a wide grin. "Why thank you sah."
He brought the cup to his... teeth, and tilted it back slightly to take a sip. I doubt even he'd be able to explain it, but he somehow drank the dark coffee through his teeth, without so much as a drop going out of place. If the server was still nearby, he'd raise the coffee cup in a casual toast. "Well done, a mighty delectable cup-o-joe, sah." He turned back and continued to sip contently as he read the little data pad, occasionally looking outside to see if the rain continued. A few minutes later, a thundering noise came from outside. Not immediately concerning considering the weather, but the sound seemed... off. It wasn't especially loud, but he could feel his chair shake.
More noises arose, multiple cries from some sort of animal, or a lot of them. The rumbling didn't fade either, it instead got worse, cluing HangMan in to whatever that ruckus was coming from, it was approaching quickly. It quickly became apparent the culprits were a herd of stampeding viruses, looking awfully like unkempt sheep stuck in the rain. They charged into the establishment, some even crashing through the windows. HangMan just stared as the viruses crashed through and patrons ran for cover or jacked out. Through the din of the noise, HangMan's voice could barely be heard as he calmly said "Shotgun and Dynamite, if you please."
HangMan pointed his right arm outwards towards the group of viruses, while he knocked back what was left of his coffee with his free hand. As he calmly put the now empty cup neatly on the table, a snub-nosed twin-barreled shotgun materialized in his grip, freshly uploaded by his NetOp. He inhaled deeply, taking a big draw from his cigar as he refined his aim, trying to direct his weapon's projectiles towards a tightly grouped pair of viruses, for maximum effect. With his targets hopefully set, he fired the shotgun from his casually seated position as he exhaled. The shotgun barked with a quick burst of flame as milky gray smoke streamed from his grin, and mixed with the puff of smoke that wreathed the already fragmenting shotgun's barrels. Instead of lazily hanging in the air or wafting away, the smoke seemed to spread like ink spilled on a floor, and enveloped his entire body with unnatural speed.
The veritable cloud of smoke then seemed to swell vertically for a moment, before it began to dissipate in a more natural way, though revealing an unnatural sight: two HangMen. One seated, the other standing, both with lit cigars in their wide, toothy grins. The seated one stared at the Molokos that weren't caught in the blast, while the other casually moved towards the side of the shop with a cylindrical tripbomb in hand. He calmly placed it on the floor, pointing the emitter/blasting end directly across the front of the shop's front, towards its opposite side wall. With a muted click, a crimson beam stretched over floor, likely littered with puddles and shards of wood and glass, and right underneath the seated HangMan's chair. Still grinning madly, the Decoy outstretched his arms slightly, before waving his hands forward, as if saying "well, come and get me."
ACTIONS:
1. Shotgun: MolokoB,C (50dmg + Spread1) (A) [+10 Assassin dmg]
-[Clone Technique: Summon 1-turn decoy]-
2. Movement: move near the closest side of the establishment
3. Dynamite1: Align beam parallel with the shop's front, through the decoy (100 Null + Blast2 + Line Attack + Seeking) (A)
Decoy: Remain seated in the chair, while attempting to taunt the Molokos into charging him.
Thankfully it didn't take too long to find the soft glow of a building not shut up nor abandoned. In fact, luck would have it the Navi had stumbled upon a classic Cafe themed after a fashion long, long ago. "Hm, a lovely respite to take a proverbial 'breather,' I say." He ducked in to the entry way, and took a moment to brush the rain from his hat and sleeves. Upon entering the store, he had his first opportunity to meet programs that hadn't immediately wished to delete him. "Suckers," as Holly would call them; a title he himself didn't contest. He didn't care to remove his hat, but nodded back to any polite gestures made in his direction.
The female NormalNavi's look of apparent distaste amused him, causing him to adjust his cigar, tracing a lateral 'figure-8' with the butt of his cigar. The thin, inky trail would've had a difficult time showing through the significant puff of smoke that hissed through his uncomfortably white teeth. However, he didn't feel like antagonizing the Navi further, and took a seat at one of the chairs. [We don't have time for breaks, get back to it,] scrawled the text message in his head, sent by his NetOp, who had become silent in the presence of other programs. [[i]No use to get all soakin' wet, besides, this establishment seems a mighty fi~ine place to gather one's thoughts, especially when they involve utilizin' one's deceptive abilities,[/i] he parried as an unassuming server offered a cup of coffee for a rather affordable price.
HangMan's grin widened as he gave a mirrored stare back at the server. "Color me convinced, but be sure to make it extra black, ya hear?" he said, tossing the 10 zenny accurately towards the program's free hand like a penny to a newspaper salesman, with no short supply of posh confidence. He crossed his right leg over his left knee, and glanced out the establishment's window, likely speckled with raindrops as the storm continued. [[i]Though the ambiance is mighty fitting, why botha with rain in a network? Ah well, back to business...[/i]] He mused to himself briefly, then opened a small data readout in thin air, holding it like a delicate pane of glass as he read through its contents, soaking in the specifics of his decoy capabilities. Holly tapped her finger on her desk impatiently, loudly enough for HangMan to hear it through the PET's internal mic, though he seemed to be ignoring it quite well. He was only interrupted by the server coming back with a lazily steaming cup of coffee, to which he looked and thanked him with a wide grin. "Why thank you sah."
He brought the cup to his... teeth, and tilted it back slightly to take a sip. I doubt even he'd be able to explain it, but he somehow drank the dark coffee through his teeth, without so much as a drop going out of place. If the server was still nearby, he'd raise the coffee cup in a casual toast. "Well done, a mighty delectable cup-o-joe, sah." He turned back and continued to sip contently as he read the little data pad, occasionally looking outside to see if the rain continued. A few minutes later, a thundering noise came from outside. Not immediately concerning considering the weather, but the sound seemed... off. It wasn't especially loud, but he could feel his chair shake.
More noises arose, multiple cries from some sort of animal, or a lot of them. The rumbling didn't fade either, it instead got worse, cluing HangMan in to whatever that ruckus was coming from, it was approaching quickly. It quickly became apparent the culprits were a herd of stampeding viruses, looking awfully like unkempt sheep stuck in the rain. They charged into the establishment, some even crashing through the windows. HangMan just stared as the viruses crashed through and patrons ran for cover or jacked out. Through the din of the noise, HangMan's voice could barely be heard as he calmly said "Shotgun and Dynamite, if you please."
HangMan pointed his right arm outwards towards the group of viruses, while he knocked back what was left of his coffee with his free hand. As he calmly put the now empty cup neatly on the table, a snub-nosed twin-barreled shotgun materialized in his grip, freshly uploaded by his NetOp. He inhaled deeply, taking a big draw from his cigar as he refined his aim, trying to direct his weapon's projectiles towards a tightly grouped pair of viruses, for maximum effect. With his targets hopefully set, he fired the shotgun from his casually seated position as he exhaled. The shotgun barked with a quick burst of flame as milky gray smoke streamed from his grin, and mixed with the puff of smoke that wreathed the already fragmenting shotgun's barrels. Instead of lazily hanging in the air or wafting away, the smoke seemed to spread like ink spilled on a floor, and enveloped his entire body with unnatural speed.
The veritable cloud of smoke then seemed to swell vertically for a moment, before it began to dissipate in a more natural way, though revealing an unnatural sight: two HangMen. One seated, the other standing, both with lit cigars in their wide, toothy grins. The seated one stared at the Molokos that weren't caught in the blast, while the other casually moved towards the side of the shop with a cylindrical tripbomb in hand. He calmly placed it on the floor, pointing the emitter/blasting end directly across the front of the shop's front, towards its opposite side wall. With a muted click, a crimson beam stretched over floor, likely littered with puddles and shards of wood and glass, and right underneath the seated HangMan's chair. Still grinning madly, the Decoy outstretched his arms slightly, before waving his hands forward, as if saying "well, come and get me."
ACTIONS:
1. Shotgun: MolokoB,C (50dmg + Spread1) (A) [+10 Assassin dmg]
-[Clone Technique: Summon 1-turn decoy]-
2. Movement: move near the closest side of the establishment
3. Dynamite1: Align beam parallel with the shop's front, through the decoy (100 Null + Blast2 + Line Attack + Seeking) (A)
Decoy: Remain seated in the chair, while attempting to taunt the Molokos into charging him.
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((HangMan gains +10Hp, and a lovely inner warmth from the coffee. The latter doesn't really do anything, but it's pleasant ^.^))
A short break and a respite from the rain, good coffee and a chance to catch up on some reading. All in all it made a perfect little time out from busting, up until the cosy atmosphere was ruined by soaking wet, terrified livestock.
While he readied himself to respond, the first sodden sheep bleated wildly and charged through the shop, roughly towards the one remaining navi. It butted a low table our of the way, veered to the left, and bowled over the top of the bar, disappearing from sight temporarily with a thud and the crash of breaking glass. HangMan responded, unfazed, by levelling his shotgun blast at the next two Moloko in line, who were busy shaking themselves off. The fit caught the brunt of his buckshot, disintegrating with a startled cry, but the angle wasn't quite right to get the second one, and the shot peppered the wood frame of the door behind harmlessly.
As HangMan split himself up, the less than brainy sheep paused, milling for a moment and looking uncertainly, until three of them began to charge at once. One was going for HangMan, while two were aiming for the seated decoy still, but ultimately, it ceased to matter; the executioner had gained enough time to set a little trap for the blundering viruses, and irrespective of the fact that only one of the three looked to be on target at all, they all crossed the trip line at roughly the same moment.
The resulting lines of powerful blasts thoroughly destroyed a broad swathe of the cafe, rending wooden veneer, inoffensive wallpaper, chairs, tables, and sheep alike. When the air cleared and the sound receded, there was nothing much left of the sheep, or HangMan's decoy... or really anything much along the line that the blasts had fired.
The remaining Moloko saw its chance and made a run for its coffee-fuelled opponent, and as ill-chance would have it, this one actually managed to keep on target enough to wing HangMan as it butted past him (-20). It skidded to a stop and still crashed clumsily into the wall just beyond him, turning about slowly while its compatriot managed to make its way out from behind the bar.
In the few seconds that followed, both sheep pawed at the ground and shook themselves off, then something unusual happened: with a distinct popping sound, and a small spray of water droplets while they shook, the matted wool of both sheep sprang out into thick, rounded, and gloriously fluffy coverings, now dry and springy again. It actually make them look sickeningly adorable, all told, but they were no less angry and frightened. Perhaps a little more angry than frightened, now that their wool was fluffed up again.
-=Terrified Stampede=-
MolokoA: 60Hp [10Hp Wool Fleece][Left side of the bar.]
MolokoB: DELETED
MolokoC: DELETED
MolokoD: DELETED
MolokoE: DELETED
MolokoF: 60Hp [10Hp Wool Fleece][Right side of the bar.]
-=Not Their Shepard=-
HangMan: 65HP
-=No Place For Sheep=-
All Normal... and slightly wrecked.
A short break and a respite from the rain, good coffee and a chance to catch up on some reading. All in all it made a perfect little time out from busting, up until the cosy atmosphere was ruined by soaking wet, terrified livestock.
While he readied himself to respond, the first sodden sheep bleated wildly and charged through the shop, roughly towards the one remaining navi. It butted a low table our of the way, veered to the left, and bowled over the top of the bar, disappearing from sight temporarily with a thud and the crash of breaking glass. HangMan responded, unfazed, by levelling his shotgun blast at the next two Moloko in line, who were busy shaking themselves off. The fit caught the brunt of his buckshot, disintegrating with a startled cry, but the angle wasn't quite right to get the second one, and the shot peppered the wood frame of the door behind harmlessly.
As HangMan split himself up, the less than brainy sheep paused, milling for a moment and looking uncertainly, until three of them began to charge at once. One was going for HangMan, while two were aiming for the seated decoy still, but ultimately, it ceased to matter; the executioner had gained enough time to set a little trap for the blundering viruses, and irrespective of the fact that only one of the three looked to be on target at all, they all crossed the trip line at roughly the same moment.
The resulting lines of powerful blasts thoroughly destroyed a broad swathe of the cafe, rending wooden veneer, inoffensive wallpaper, chairs, tables, and sheep alike. When the air cleared and the sound receded, there was nothing much left of the sheep, or HangMan's decoy... or really anything much along the line that the blasts had fired.
The remaining Moloko saw its chance and made a run for its coffee-fuelled opponent, and as ill-chance would have it, this one actually managed to keep on target enough to wing HangMan as it butted past him (-20). It skidded to a stop and still crashed clumsily into the wall just beyond him, turning about slowly while its compatriot managed to make its way out from behind the bar.
In the few seconds that followed, both sheep pawed at the ground and shook themselves off, then something unusual happened: with a distinct popping sound, and a small spray of water droplets while they shook, the matted wool of both sheep sprang out into thick, rounded, and gloriously fluffy coverings, now dry and springy again. It actually make them look sickeningly adorable, all told, but they were no less angry and frightened. Perhaps a little more angry than frightened, now that their wool was fluffed up again.
-=Terrified Stampede=-
MolokoA: 60Hp [10Hp Wool Fleece][Left side of the bar.]
MolokoB: DELETED
MolokoC: DELETED
MolokoD: DELETED
MolokoE: DELETED
MolokoF: 60Hp [10Hp Wool Fleece][Right side of the bar.]
-=Not Their Shepard=-
HangMan: 65HP
-=No Place For Sheep=-
All Normal... and slightly wrecked.
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HangMan's disturbing smile remained plastered on his face as the Moloko crashed past him. The pain was sharp, but brief; not at all enough to break his concentration. Moments after the Moloko had turned and popped out its fluffy white coat, HangMan flicked his left arm towards it, causing the noose to fling off his wrist and hurtle towards the virus. The noose quickly widened by several times its usual diameter, before it cinched back down over the Moloko's position in an attempt to lasso the virus. The length of rope spooling from his wrist stopped once the noose constricted, then reversed direction to take up the slack and make the rope nice and tight. If it snared the sheep and started its glowing leeching process, it would've almost looked as if the scarecrow-esque Navi had a sheep virus as a pet.
"Cannon, please," HangMan requested as he bent his left arm upwards at the elbow to further keep the noose tight. Holly still had the 4 remaining chips in a neat pile next to the PET, so slotting in the requested weapon was satisfyingly easy. Mere moments later, HangMan's right hand and forearm changed into a shape similar to a CannonDumb's turret, armed with a similar payload. He aimed the cannon directly between the Moloko's eyes, which was hopefully easy if the virus was effectively encumbered by his noose. Once he deemed his aim acceptable, the cannon went off with a loud boom, which probably would've shattered the window of the cafe if it hadn't already had been careened through by a virus. Some of the dust and smaller debris on the ground immediately in front of him jolted slightly outwards from the shockwave, and the brief trail of smoke from the cannon's barrel rose lazily to the ceiling, joining the small pool created by HangMan's cigar.
If the cannon managed to bring down the virus, a noose had no use on a corpse. The rope quickly retracted and the noose snapped snugly around his left wrist while his right arm and hand fragmented as it reverted back to it's default form. Knowing there was still one more virus to deal with, he elected to briefly move to the defensive. He moved amongst the debris that littered the floor of the cafe, and surveyed the room in an attempt to locate the final wayward sheep. HangMan expected it to charge like its counterparts, and was prepared to simply execute a quick side-step to the left or right before its horns and hooves could be brought to bear. He tried to avoid being near the larger tables and chairs, due to suspecting the Moloko's would be able to toss them about relatively easily.
"I'll be needing that Rollinglog chip next, please." he advised, to have Holly begin loading the next chip as the Navi waited for the lone Moloko to strike.
ACTIONS:
1. Leeching Loop: MolokoA or B ((Whichever hit him last turn)) (15dmg Wood LifeDrain + Stun + 2TCD)
2. Cannon: MolokoA or B ((Whichever hit him last turn)) (60dmg + Knockback) (A)
3. Dodge
"Cannon, please," HangMan requested as he bent his left arm upwards at the elbow to further keep the noose tight. Holly still had the 4 remaining chips in a neat pile next to the PET, so slotting in the requested weapon was satisfyingly easy. Mere moments later, HangMan's right hand and forearm changed into a shape similar to a CannonDumb's turret, armed with a similar payload. He aimed the cannon directly between the Moloko's eyes, which was hopefully easy if the virus was effectively encumbered by his noose. Once he deemed his aim acceptable, the cannon went off with a loud boom, which probably would've shattered the window of the cafe if it hadn't already had been careened through by a virus. Some of the dust and smaller debris on the ground immediately in front of him jolted slightly outwards from the shockwave, and the brief trail of smoke from the cannon's barrel rose lazily to the ceiling, joining the small pool created by HangMan's cigar.
If the cannon managed to bring down the virus, a noose had no use on a corpse. The rope quickly retracted and the noose snapped snugly around his left wrist while his right arm and hand fragmented as it reverted back to it's default form. Knowing there was still one more virus to deal with, he elected to briefly move to the defensive. He moved amongst the debris that littered the floor of the cafe, and surveyed the room in an attempt to locate the final wayward sheep. HangMan expected it to charge like its counterparts, and was prepared to simply execute a quick side-step to the left or right before its horns and hooves could be brought to bear. He tried to avoid being near the larger tables and chairs, due to suspecting the Moloko's would be able to toss them about relatively easily.
"I'll be needing that Rollinglog chip next, please." he advised, to have Holly begin loading the next chip as the Navi waited for the lone Moloko to strike.
ACTIONS:
1. Leeching Loop: MolokoA or B ((Whichever hit him last turn)) (15dmg Wood LifeDrain + Stun + 2TCD)
2. Cannon: MolokoA or B ((Whichever hit him last turn)) (60dmg + Knockback) (A)
3. Dodge
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While the two sheep readied themselves for a proper scuffle, replete in their adorably fluffy restored wool, HangMan wasn't about to wait around. He might not have been their shepard, but he certainly knew how to rope them, and was swift to secure his noose about the sheep that had butted him before, tightening the hold enough to crush down the virus' fleece and make it collapse lank again.
The other sheep charged valiantly at him in defence of its friend, veered right, crashed through a half-broken table, and butted resoundingly into the far wall with a bleat. Its compatriot struggled against the noose, making similar sounds of distress, then turned as though it meant to charge its captor instead. Unfortunately for the poor Moloko, it turned to face the business end of HangMan's cannon, which went off with a roar that... well it certainly set the sheep free of the noose.
With only one virus left, it wasn't hard to set sights on the remaining Moloko as it groggily shoot itself off from its earlier collision. There honestly wasn't that much furniture left to break at this point. The cafe had been thoroughly wrecked... though even in the shamble sit was in, it was still arguably more inviting that the downpour outside.
-=Terrified Stampede=-
MolokoA: 60Hp [10Hp Wool Fleece][Near the right wall]
MolokoB: DELETED
MolokoC: DELETED
MolokoD: DELETED
MolokoE: DELETED
MolokoF: DELETED
-=Not Their Shepard=-
HangMan: 65HP
-=No Place For Sheep=-
All Normal... andslightly substantially wrecked.
The other sheep charged valiantly at him in defence of its friend, veered right, crashed through a half-broken table, and butted resoundingly into the far wall with a bleat. Its compatriot struggled against the noose, making similar sounds of distress, then turned as though it meant to charge its captor instead. Unfortunately for the poor Moloko, it turned to face the business end of HangMan's cannon, which went off with a roar that... well it certainly set the sheep free of the noose.
With only one virus left, it wasn't hard to set sights on the remaining Moloko as it groggily shoot itself off from its earlier collision. There honestly wasn't that much furniture left to break at this point. The cafe had been thoroughly wrecked... though even in the shamble sit was in, it was still arguably more inviting that the downpour outside.
-=Terrified Stampede=-
MolokoA: 60Hp [10Hp Wool Fleece][Near the right wall]
MolokoB: DELETED
MolokoC: DELETED
MolokoD: DELETED
MolokoE: DELETED
MolokoF: DELETED
-=Not Their Shepard=-
HangMan: 65HP
-=No Place For Sheep=-
All Normal... and
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Pleased his assault brought down his target to completion, HangMan could then focus on the final virus rampaging through the once sublime cafe. Holly send in the RollingLog1 chip as previously requested, which caused a large, cylindrical log to materialize at his feet as he faced the final Moloko. Once the virus came within the horizontal reach of the log, HangMan gave the wooden cylinder a stiff kick with his heel to send it hurtling across the debris-strewn floor of the cafe in an attempt to collide with the sheep-designed Navi.
In anticipation of the log-designed attack to bounce and/or ricochet from the virus, HangMan remained mostly in the same position as before. His cigar continued to burn with a crimson glow with lazy gray smoke rising towards the ceiling as he waited for the log to return. Once it did so, he delivered a similarly fashioned kick as before to send it back down a careening path towards the Moloko. Its fleece proved to be a stubborn layer of defense, but he didn't entirely understand it's function and potential flaws; this careening log would prove a valuable tool to evaluate the capabilities of the Virus's defensive skill.
Regardless of the outcome, HangMan kept his focus on the virus and stayed limber, pacing calmly amongst the debris as he waited for the virus to respond. If it did so, he'd quickly sidestep towards the side most advantageous for him. His unnervingly unwavering grin betrayed the amount of dedication to his dodge, his outward appearance would appear to be no less than taunting of the virus thanks to the aforementioned grin and overall calm manner of movement.
ACTIONS
1. RollingLog1: MolokoA (50 + Ground Attack + Wide Attack (2) + Double Attack) (C)
2. RollingLog1: MolokoA (50 + Ground Attack + Wide Attack (2) (C)
3. Dodge
In anticipation of the log-designed attack to bounce and/or ricochet from the virus, HangMan remained mostly in the same position as before. His cigar continued to burn with a crimson glow with lazy gray smoke rising towards the ceiling as he waited for the log to return. Once it did so, he delivered a similarly fashioned kick as before to send it back down a careening path towards the Moloko. Its fleece proved to be a stubborn layer of defense, but he didn't entirely understand it's function and potential flaws; this careening log would prove a valuable tool to evaluate the capabilities of the Virus's defensive skill.
Regardless of the outcome, HangMan kept his focus on the virus and stayed limber, pacing calmly amongst the debris as he waited for the virus to respond. If it did so, he'd quickly sidestep towards the side most advantageous for him. His unnervingly unwavering grin betrayed the amount of dedication to his dodge, his outward appearance would appear to be no less than taunting of the virus thanks to the aforementioned grin and overall calm manner of movement.
ACTIONS
1. RollingLog1: MolokoA (50 + Ground Attack + Wide Attack (2) + Double Attack) (C)
2. RollingLog1: MolokoA (50 + Ground Attack + Wide Attack (2) (C)
3. Dodge
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A dramatic showdown amidst the shattered ruins of a once cosy cafe. One one side, an arbiter of death and execution; on the other, the last remaining and highly agitated sheep. The Moloko shook itself off, and bleated once, pawing the floor, then began to charge. Coming right at HangMan, head down, the first log crashed into it directly, shattering away to either side and shredding splinters through the virus' fleece as it came on.
The wrathful sheep was undeterred as the log reformed in front of HangMan and he sent it out again. Once more, log met virus with a loud crash of splintering wood, and this time the sheep wobbled, reeling, then stumbled away to the right again, derailed from its target and colliding with the bar again, scraping along the unyielding structure until it came to a halt a short way to the side of the safely un-rammed navi. the virus bleated again, far more piteously this time. Its charge had ended in a tumble and fall, leaving it flat out on the cafe floor where it struggled, slowly, to rise. It was clinging onto life, but only just. Even when it managed to push itself to its feet, the last sheep seemed very unsteady, wavering slowly. If HangMan was quick, he could probably finish it off before the fleece regenerated... but even if not, it didn't look to be in the condition to attack anything at the moment.
-=Terrified Stampede=-
MolokoA: 5Hp [Near HangMan]
MolokoB: DELETED
MolokoC: DELETED
MolokoD: DELETED
MolokoE: DELETED
MolokoF: DELETED
-=Not Their Shepard=-
HangMan: 65HP
-=No Place For Sheep=-
All Normal... and very wrecked.
The wrathful sheep was undeterred as the log reformed in front of HangMan and he sent it out again. Once more, log met virus with a loud crash of splintering wood, and this time the sheep wobbled, reeling, then stumbled away to the right again, derailed from its target and colliding with the bar again, scraping along the unyielding structure until it came to a halt a short way to the side of the safely un-rammed navi. the virus bleated again, far more piteously this time. Its charge had ended in a tumble and fall, leaving it flat out on the cafe floor where it struggled, slowly, to rise. It was clinging onto life, but only just. Even when it managed to push itself to its feet, the last sheep seemed very unsteady, wavering slowly. If HangMan was quick, he could probably finish it off before the fleece regenerated... but even if not, it didn't look to be in the condition to attack anything at the moment.
-=Terrified Stampede=-
MolokoA: 5Hp [Near HangMan]
MolokoB: DELETED
MolokoC: DELETED
MolokoD: DELETED
MolokoE: DELETED
MolokoF: DELETED
-=Not Their Shepard=-
HangMan: 65HP
-=No Place For Sheep=-
All Normal... and very wrecked.