"Its a pleasure to meet you too, Ceres," Kasumi responded. "Thanks for the assist. WE got blindsided in that last battle, and there's not way we could have beaten this thing with XIII in such a poor condition as that."
"Hey! I could have stuck it out longer!" her navi replied in an annoyed tone. Though he wouldn't outright admit it, he was very thankful for the help, especially the healing. He just didn't like it when his operator inadvertently tried to emasculate him in front of others.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever hotshot. Look just don't get close, that thing is ten kinds of dangerous and 20 kinds of disgusting. you don't want to tango in close with that nasty thing." Kasumi was already rummaging through her bag to find some good chips. "Alright lets test the waters! Cactball1, Guard1 slot in!"
The Navi fired off the prickly cactus projectile into the living muck creature as he continued to dash back to where his new partner Enigma was now. When he was at a good position between the monster and the fellow navi, he activated the guard chip and a mettool-colored shield appeared in front of him.
Summary
Cactball1 (3x20 Wood) to The Rampaging Snorgmorphophage
Guard1 (60 + shockwave) activated
Dodge
Dodge
Dodge
Mission: The monster of the Viral Lab
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"It's coming!" Cutris warned as the two started engaging the Snorgmorphophage. Enigma started as the support, healing XIII with a bunch of.... well, healing stuff.
Anyway, the flaming swordsman decided to play it safe and bowl a Cactball at the Snorgmorphophage, who opened up a hole below its body, letting the attack pass harmlessly through, before screeching and spewing a blast of mucus that raced through the air at the two navis.
Enigma uses his fluctuating nature to bounce out of the way while XIII threw up a Guard and returned the damage to the monstrosity. Riled up, the eyes on the Snorgmorphophage became a bloody crimson, veins streaking up at the bases before the snot monster let out an inhuman, garbled roar, sending what seemed to be like millions of snotty hands at the two navis.
The warriors soon played a game of "Evade and Avoid" and luckily got away with a few scratches, but there was kind of some snot on them... not too much though. (10)
The Rampaging Snorgmorphophage: 1250 HP (snot)
Terrain: 80% Snot (Slows Dodges), 20% Normal
XIII.exe: 70 HP (tag)
Engima.exe: 110 HP (tag)
Anyway, the flaming swordsman decided to play it safe and bowl a Cactball at the Snorgmorphophage, who opened up a hole below its body, letting the attack pass harmlessly through, before screeching and spewing a blast of mucus that raced through the air at the two navis.
Enigma uses his fluctuating nature to bounce out of the way while XIII threw up a Guard and returned the damage to the monstrosity. Riled up, the eyes on the Snorgmorphophage became a bloody crimson, veins streaking up at the bases before the snot monster let out an inhuman, garbled roar, sending what seemed to be like millions of snotty hands at the two navis.
The warriors soon played a game of "Evade and Avoid" and luckily got away with a few scratches, but there was kind of some snot on them... not too much though. (10)
The Rampaging Snorgmorphophage: 1250 HP (snot)
Terrain: 80% Snot (Slows Dodges), 20% Normal
XIII.exe: 70 HP (tag)
Engima.exe: 110 HP (tag)
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= Shit. XD =
Enigma, frowning irritably, wiped the residual mucus from his face. That's disgusting, he growled, burning from embarrassment.
Worst idea for an experiment, hands-down, Ceres agreed.
Pleased to make your acquaintance, Kasumi; here's some quick advice. Kill it with fire, he grinned, but then changed his mind. Actually, use more of your weak chips first to keep it at bay; we have a Bighammer in our arsenal, but we'll save that for when we need a big punch. Between the two of us, we should be able to whittle this thing down some...
Let's get the AirRaid out, and send me a few basic chips, Enigma requested, squinting at the thrashing Snogmorphophage angrily. What, you're just going to spew mucus at us? You're not going to come down and take a bite? he cackled derisively.
Sending them now, Ceres replied calmly, slotting in the AirRaid and a Vulcan2 immediately, and then lingering on a Shotgun. It's alright if you miss some; just piss it off enough so it gets close enough to deal some real damage.
Done and done, Enigma nodded. He smiled knowingly as the faint sound of an engine drifted out from behind him, steadily growing louder into a waspish hum of a plane motor. Without warning, a sleek, silver-tinted fighter jet streaked out from behind the duo of navis, belching black smoke behind it uncharacteristically.
Ready for action, the pilot, who was seemingly computerized, reported in calmly, as the plane began to circle around the Snorgmorphophage almost dizzyingly. Suggested course of action, sir?
Don't get too close, Enigma advised. Go in for a few quick hits, but stay as far back as possible while maintaining optimum accuracy. We have to keep you safe until fuel runs out.
Roger roger, the pilot responded, and the plane began to dip in slightly before actually zooming out of 'orbit' of the Snormorphophage and looping back around in an elaborate, barrel-roll-involving u-turn in midair. As he came back around, he announced, Engaging enemy, and let loose a barrage of machine gun rounds at the creature just before impact, then veered off to the side again. While the Snorgmorphophage was hopefully occupied, Enigma drew out the Vulcan and began to take aim at the horror. Lining up the creature's eyes with the small tick mark overshadowing the triple-barrel of the gun, he unleashed five quick rounds of about three bluish energy bursts each. Now, in addition to the pilot's continual onslaught (who kept looping back around for additional raids), the Snorgmorphophage would also have to deal with a good fifteen pellets from another direction.
Quickly, the shotgun! Ceres exclaimed, who had obviously become rather tense in the course of the battle.
Right, Enigma acknowledged, and drew out the cylindrical tube (or rather, formed it) on his arm speedily. Taking a proper firing stance (one foot in front, one behind, slightly angled), he held his shotgun arm with his free arm, steadying it. Almost painstakingly slowly, he brought the shotgun in line with the Snorgmorphophage's mouth, carefully following its motions until he was satisfied with his aim. He slowly squeezed the trigger, and then--bam. The blast had surprised him, and the armament quickly faded as soon as the blue bolt had begun speeding towards the enemy. Seeming satisfied, Enigma glanced quickly over at XIII, calling over, Attack, quickly, while he's distracted! and then preparing to evade incoming mucus or pointy teeth with both his body and "evasive maneuvers."
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Enigma.EXE
HP: 110
1: AirRaid1 Summon! [3 turn duration]
2: Vulcan2 > Rampaging Snorgmorphophage [10 DMG x 5, Spread 1]
3: Shotgun > Rampaging Snorgporphophage [50 DMG, Spread 1]
4: Careful-ness! [Dodge]
*: Careful-ness! [Free dodge!]
AirRaid1 (Support Fighter)
HP: 100
Turns Left: 3
1: Gun down the snot monstrosity! [10 DMG x 10]
Sigs
Data Influx: Ready next turn!
Data Vampirism: Ready!
Fluctuating Nature: Directed to front again.
Fluctuating Nature v2: Used this turn! Ready turn after next!
Chips
Cannon: 40 damage. Accuracy: A
Cannon: 40 damage. Accuracy: A
Shotgun: 50 damage + spread 1. Accuracy: A
Shotgun: 50 damage + spread 1. Accuracy: A
Heatshot x2: 40 damage + spread 1. Accuracy: A Element: Fire
Vulcan2: 10 damage x5 + spread 1. Accuracy: A
Airshot2: 30 damage and strong knockback. Accuracy: A
Wideshot: 60 + Wide Attack. Accuracy: A Element: Aqua
Rageclaw: 40 damage slashing, 20 impacting. Accuracy: B
BigHammer: 160 damage + Impact + Break. Accuracy: B
Dash Attack: 90 damage + Impact. Accuracy: C
Flameline1: 70 + 3 targets. Accuracy: B Element: Fire
AirRaid1: Summon 100 HP FighterPlane (Flying) [50 + Impact] [10x10 shots] Accuracy: A Duration: 3 turns
Areagrab: Teleports to another location on terrain. +1 Accuracy.
= OK, this summary format should be totally helpful to all mods. =
Enigma, frowning irritably, wiped the residual mucus from his face. That's disgusting, he growled, burning from embarrassment.
Worst idea for an experiment, hands-down, Ceres agreed.
Pleased to make your acquaintance, Kasumi; here's some quick advice. Kill it with fire, he grinned, but then changed his mind. Actually, use more of your weak chips first to keep it at bay; we have a Bighammer in our arsenal, but we'll save that for when we need a big punch. Between the two of us, we should be able to whittle this thing down some...
Let's get the AirRaid out, and send me a few basic chips, Enigma requested, squinting at the thrashing Snogmorphophage angrily. What, you're just going to spew mucus at us? You're not going to come down and take a bite? he cackled derisively.
Sending them now, Ceres replied calmly, slotting in the AirRaid and a Vulcan2 immediately, and then lingering on a Shotgun. It's alright if you miss some; just piss it off enough so it gets close enough to deal some real damage.
Done and done, Enigma nodded. He smiled knowingly as the faint sound of an engine drifted out from behind him, steadily growing louder into a waspish hum of a plane motor. Without warning, a sleek, silver-tinted fighter jet streaked out from behind the duo of navis, belching black smoke behind it uncharacteristically.
Ready for action, the pilot, who was seemingly computerized, reported in calmly, as the plane began to circle around the Snorgmorphophage almost dizzyingly. Suggested course of action, sir?
Don't get too close, Enigma advised. Go in for a few quick hits, but stay as far back as possible while maintaining optimum accuracy. We have to keep you safe until fuel runs out.
Roger roger, the pilot responded, and the plane began to dip in slightly before actually zooming out of 'orbit' of the Snormorphophage and looping back around in an elaborate, barrel-roll-involving u-turn in midair. As he came back around, he announced, Engaging enemy, and let loose a barrage of machine gun rounds at the creature just before impact, then veered off to the side again. While the Snorgmorphophage was hopefully occupied, Enigma drew out the Vulcan and began to take aim at the horror. Lining up the creature's eyes with the small tick mark overshadowing the triple-barrel of the gun, he unleashed five quick rounds of about three bluish energy bursts each. Now, in addition to the pilot's continual onslaught (who kept looping back around for additional raids), the Snorgmorphophage would also have to deal with a good fifteen pellets from another direction.
Quickly, the shotgun! Ceres exclaimed, who had obviously become rather tense in the course of the battle.
Right, Enigma acknowledged, and drew out the cylindrical tube (or rather, formed it) on his arm speedily. Taking a proper firing stance (one foot in front, one behind, slightly angled), he held his shotgun arm with his free arm, steadying it. Almost painstakingly slowly, he brought the shotgun in line with the Snorgmorphophage's mouth, carefully following its motions until he was satisfied with his aim. He slowly squeezed the trigger, and then--bam. The blast had surprised him, and the armament quickly faded as soon as the blue bolt had begun speeding towards the enemy. Seeming satisfied, Enigma glanced quickly over at XIII, calling over, Attack, quickly, while he's distracted! and then preparing to evade incoming mucus or pointy teeth with both his body and "evasive maneuvers."
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Enigma.EXE
HP: 110
1: AirRaid1 Summon! [3 turn duration]
2: Vulcan2 > Rampaging Snorgmorphophage [10 DMG x 5, Spread 1]
3: Shotgun > Rampaging Snorgporphophage [50 DMG, Spread 1]
4: Careful-ness! [Dodge]
*: Careful-ness! [Free dodge!]
AirRaid1 (Support Fighter)
HP: 100
Turns Left: 3
1: Gun down the snot monstrosity! [10 DMG x 10]
Sigs
Data Influx: Ready next turn!
Data Vampirism: Ready!
Fluctuating Nature: Directed to front again.
Fluctuating Nature v2: Used this turn! Ready turn after next!
Chips
Cannon: 40 damage. Accuracy: A Shotgun: 50 damage + spread 1. Accuracy: A Heatshot x2: 40 damage + spread 1. Accuracy: A Element: Fire Airshot2: 30 damage and strong knockback. Accuracy: A Wideshot: 60 + Wide Attack. Accuracy: A Element: Aqua Rageclaw: 40 damage slashing, 20 impacting. Accuracy: B BigHammer: 160 damage + Impact + Break. Accuracy: B Dash Attack: 90 damage + Impact. Accuracy: C Flameline1: 70 + 3 targets. Accuracy: B Element: Fire Areagrab: Teleports to another location on terrain. +1 Accuracy.= OK, this summary format should be totally helpful to all mods. =
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"fire? your telling me I have to use fire?" it was a question, but Kasumi's tone was dripping with amusement and mild sarcasm. "I-I think we can manage fire. What do you think XIII? I mean, it is your specialty after all...."
"Yeah..." The navi replied with a grin. "I think I can manage it."
"Alright, XIII, 3 Heatshots, slotted in and coming at ya! And one more shotgun to even it up, slot in!"
Kasumi practically kept these three heatshot chips grouped together in her folder, simply because they constantly found themselves in situations where if one heatshot would do well, 3 would turn the tide of battle. The Netnavi's arm had already turned into the pump-shotgun barrel he was so familiar with, and XIII took off from where he was standing, unloading shot after shot into the beast until all four chips worth of rounds were expended. They had burst out in a staccato of three burning shots followed by a same-sized hail of normal shot following behind them, guaranteed to rip anything they came across several new structurally superfluous orifices.
Summary
Heatshot (40 + 5 Fire + spread) to Rampaging Snorgmorphophage
Heatshot (40 + 5 Fire + spread) to Rampaging Snorgmorphophage
Heatshot (40 + 5 Fire + spread) to Rampaging Snorgmorphophage
Shotgun (50 + spread) to Rampaging Snorgmorphophage
Dodge
"Yeah..." The navi replied with a grin. "I think I can manage it."
"Alright, XIII, 3 Heatshots, slotted in and coming at ya! And one more shotgun to even it up, slot in!"
Kasumi practically kept these three heatshot chips grouped together in her folder, simply because they constantly found themselves in situations where if one heatshot would do well, 3 would turn the tide of battle. The Netnavi's arm had already turned into the pump-shotgun barrel he was so familiar with, and XIII took off from where he was standing, unloading shot after shot into the beast until all four chips worth of rounds were expended. They had burst out in a staccato of three burning shots followed by a same-sized hail of normal shot following behind them, guaranteed to rip anything they came across several new structurally superfluous orifices.
Summary
Heatshot (40 + 5 Fire + spread) to Rampaging Snorgmorphophage
Heatshot (40 + 5 Fire + spread) to Rampaging Snorgmorphophage
Heatshot (40 + 5 Fire + spread) to Rampaging Snorgmorphophage
Shotgun (50 + spread) to Rampaging Snorgmorphophage
Dodge
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-GAME OVER-
At any rate, Enigma starts off the assault by summoning an Airplane, which then shoots bullets at the monster, who decides at that moment to open a giant hole in itself and have the damage pass meaninglessly through it.
Undetterred, the two navi blast the project with bullets, lead, and FIRE, weakening its health considerably.
Screeching and garbling inhumanly, the Rampaging Snorgmorphophage imitates the warriors and starts firing like a million snot bullets at the two, who dodge like crazy to try and avoid the icky assault, but some still manages to catch on them, in fact, so much so, that their movements are slowed!
Oh, and it seems that everything is covered in snot now. <__<;
The Rampaging Snorgmorphophage: 965 HP (snot)
Terrain: 100% Snot (Slows Dodges)
XIII.exe: 50 HP (tag) (Snot) (Dodges Slowed!)
Engima.exe: 90 HP (tag) (Snot) (Dodges Slowed!)
FighterPlane: 100 HP (0/3)
At any rate, Enigma starts off the assault by summoning an Airplane, which then shoots bullets at the monster, who decides at that moment to open a giant hole in itself and have the damage pass meaninglessly through it.
Undetterred, the two navi blast the project with bullets, lead, and FIRE, weakening its health considerably.
Screeching and garbling inhumanly, the Rampaging Snorgmorphophage imitates the warriors and starts firing like a million snot bullets at the two, who dodge like crazy to try and avoid the icky assault, but some still manages to catch on them, in fact, so much so, that their movements are slowed!
Oh, and it seems that everything is covered in snot now. <__<;
The Rampaging Snorgmorphophage: 965 HP (snot)
Terrain: 100% Snot (Slows Dodges)
XIII.exe: 50 HP (tag) (Snot) (Dodges Slowed!)
Engima.exe: 90 HP (tag) (Snot) (Dodges Slowed!)
FighterPlane: 100 HP (0/3)
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In short, Enigma was disgusted. There was no other way to put it. He was covered in snot, everything around him was covered in snot, he was moving slower because of the snot, and he was fighting something made out of snot. It was like something out of a small child's nightmare, except this had more teeth. Many, many more teeth. So, instead of valiantly charging at the Snorgmorphophage, Enigma instead trudged backwards a bit, ego twinging in pain from the amounts of mucus that were currently liquefying his data.
Enigma! Should I send something? Ceres called, sounding vaguely worried, but Enigma could tell without looking that he was probably cracking up in the coffee shop.
No, he replied rather tersely, and instead continued trudging, but angling slightly towards XIII. Oddly enough, the snot on his body was making it so he no longer had the capability to "blob," so he had to literally form legs, feet, and balance systems just so he could make his way around the battlefield. With each step, his foot was lifted out of the muck with a sickening thuck noise, an individual suction cup-like vacuum to break on every footfall. When he deemed he was close enough, he looked around himself, making sure that there was excess data floating about so that he wouldn't be harming himself in the process of his next maneuver.
Don't use too much of your energy, Ceres warned, scrolling through his PET chip-list rapidly at the same time. Feeling tense suddenly, he stood up from his chair, scaring the barista slightly. She looked up inquisitively, saw the PET in his hands, sighed, and then went back to texting one of her friends disinterestedly.
I'm not an idiot, snapped Enigma, who had siphoned a good portion of data from his excess by then. XIII, you need to be more careful, he admonished, and then directed the newfound stream of data in a roughly pixelated Medic-heal-beam-esque line towards XIII. Now, it's time for me to get healthier, he announced, frowning slightly.
Make it original, because that thing is resistant, Ceres added in from the sidelines, choosing an optimal chip for the situation as he did so. Pressing a few buttons on his PET rapidly, he made it so that the chip would be ready for immediate selection, should Enigma need more assistance.
Now, what's the best thing to wipe up snot? Enigma pondered, going through his usual transformation ideas ("Sword? Axe? Arrows? Daggers? Gun?") before actually answering his own question. Smirking slightly, he wiped off some of the remaining snot on his shoulder and chest before rapidly disassembling himself. In a matter of seconds, nothing was left but a swirling vortex of indigo data points. In another, say, five-second interval, the pixels were gone as well, having pieced together a sort of box. Not just any box...
A box of Kleenex.
Better than usual, Ceres commented, who had looked up at Enigma casually from his rather unnecessary deep strategical thoughts.
Enigma didn't respond, seeing as he didn't like talking when his present form lacked a mouth, but instead advanced, hovering slightly, towards the Snorgmorphophage. The box seemed to ripple up and down for a moment, as if hesitating; then, without warning, a sudden stream of flowing, rippling data (in separate pieces) began to stream out towards the Snorgmorphophage. A... tissue gun. Within seconds, dozens of Kleenex-brand Antibacterial tissues were speeding towards their adversary. Whether they hit the Snorgmorphophage or not, they certainly wiped up a good portion of snot from who-knows-where, and this, much to Enigma's distaste, came back to him in the form of several dozen used tissues. They merged back with him quickly, recovering some lost data, but doing nothing for Enigma's morale. I dislike this thing more and more as time goes on, he grumbled, morphing back into his (default?) humanoid form as he spoke.
I'm sending you a Flameline. It should help clear up its nostrils a bit, Ceres informed Enigma, delighted at his own play on words.
Gee, aren't we clever, Enigma replied icily, but knew the gist of Ceres' plan immediately. Quickly, he accepted the 'pending chip request!' notice and watched with mild interest as the usual cylindrical weapon formed on his right arm. As usual. How boring.
Sir! Further orders, sir? the AirRaid pilot demanded, making Enigma jump; he'd forgotten about the air-support unit.
Ah! Same thing as last time around, Enigma said quickly, and then turned to the Snorgmorphophage with an air of determination.
Yes sir! the pilot cried loyally, and then plunged his previously-circling plane into danger yet again, letting his machine guns loose on the mucus monstrosity. He kept the same tactic as he had earlier; dogfighting at its best.
Enigma, however, was contemplating how best to make his plan work. Raising the hunk of Net-metal in a tube form curiously, he took an experimental aim at the Snorgmorphophage, trying to predict how best to use the wide range of the Flameline. The only really useful purpose he could think of for it was to get rid of some of the disgusting snot around him, or to whittle down at the immediate enemy; if everything worked as he planned. Stay still, you, he growled to the Snorgmorphophage, as if it could hear him. Aiming carefully down the barrel of the Flameline, he slowly moved it downwards until the tick mark rested somewhere near the bottom of the Snorgmorphophage's great mucus-y mass, merged in with the terrain oddly. Holding his breath, Enigma slowly squeezed down on the trigger, and then, with an intimidating fwisssh sound, flames burst from the barrel, reaching outwards with fiery tendrils at the Snorgmorphophage and its excretions, burning for a solid three seconds before the flames dissipated entirely. Feeling satisfied with the most recent barrage, Enigma danced backwards nimbly, not wanting to get mucked up in any more snot.
XIII, Kasumi, be more careful, Ceres warned, and then came up with an idea. If you have any chips for it, try to burn away at the snot as well, then we can clear a path and strike at it up close and personal.
XIII, I'll try to distract him a bit, Enigma confided in his partner, and then suddenly lunged forwards slightly, heading for the Snorgmorphophage for a good few steps before angling slightly to the side and circling around the beastie continually, summoning up a separate "shield" of data to protect the side facing the Snorgmorphophage while he did so.
Enigma, you need to stop doing that... Ceres grumbled, and received no response for his efforts.
Taking a risk, sir! the pilot informed Enigma, oddly enough, and began circling the Snorgmorphophage in a direction opposite Enigma, firing a few more harassing shots for good measure.
Thanks...
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Enigma.EXE
HP: 90
1: Data Influx > XIII [+30 HP, 1TCD]
2: Data Vampirism > Rampaging Snorgmorphophage [80 DMG, +20 HP > Enigma, 3TCD]
3: Flameline1 > Rampaging Snorgmorphophage, hope it burns some snot from the terrain [70 DMG, hits up to 3, ground attack, [color=red]Fire[/color]]
4: Dodge like all hell!
AirRaid1 (Support Fighter)
HP: 100
Turns Left: 3
1: More attacking! [10 DMG x 10]
Sigs
Data Influx: Just used. Ready turn after next.
Data Vampirism: Just used. Ready in 4 turns.
Fluctuating Nature: Directed to ... LEFT. (That's facing the Snorgmorphophage)
Fluctuating Nature v2: Ready next turn.
Chips
Cannon: 40 damage. Accuracy: A
Cannon: 40 damage. Accuracy: A
Shotgun: 50 damage + spread 1. Accuracy: A
Shotgun: 50 damage + spread 1. Accuracy: A
Heatshot x2: 40 damage + spread 1. Accuracy: A Element: Fire
Vulcan2: 10 damage x5 + spread 1. Accuracy: A
Airshot2: 30 damage and strong knockback. Accuracy: A
Wideshot: 60 + Wide Attack. Accuracy: A Element: Aqua
Rageclaw: 40 damage slashing, 20 impacting. Accuracy: B
BigHammer: 160 damage + Impact + Break. Accuracy: B
Dash Attack: 90 damage + Impact. Accuracy: C
Flameline1: 70 + 3 targets. Accuracy: B Element: Fire
AirRaid1: Summon 100 HP FighterPlane (Flying) [50 + Impact] [10x10 shots] Accuracy: A Duration: 3 turns
Areagrab: Teleports to another location on terrain. +1 Accuracy.
Enigma! Should I send something? Ceres called, sounding vaguely worried, but Enigma could tell without looking that he was probably cracking up in the coffee shop.
No, he replied rather tersely, and instead continued trudging, but angling slightly towards XIII. Oddly enough, the snot on his body was making it so he no longer had the capability to "blob," so he had to literally form legs, feet, and balance systems just so he could make his way around the battlefield. With each step, his foot was lifted out of the muck with a sickening thuck noise, an individual suction cup-like vacuum to break on every footfall. When he deemed he was close enough, he looked around himself, making sure that there was excess data floating about so that he wouldn't be harming himself in the process of his next maneuver.
Don't use too much of your energy, Ceres warned, scrolling through his PET chip-list rapidly at the same time. Feeling tense suddenly, he stood up from his chair, scaring the barista slightly. She looked up inquisitively, saw the PET in his hands, sighed, and then went back to texting one of her friends disinterestedly.
I'm not an idiot, snapped Enigma, who had siphoned a good portion of data from his excess by then. XIII, you need to be more careful, he admonished, and then directed the newfound stream of data in a roughly pixelated Medic-heal-beam-esque line towards XIII. Now, it's time for me to get healthier, he announced, frowning slightly.
Make it original, because that thing is resistant, Ceres added in from the sidelines, choosing an optimal chip for the situation as he did so. Pressing a few buttons on his PET rapidly, he made it so that the chip would be ready for immediate selection, should Enigma need more assistance.
Now, what's the best thing to wipe up snot? Enigma pondered, going through his usual transformation ideas ("Sword? Axe? Arrows? Daggers? Gun?") before actually answering his own question. Smirking slightly, he wiped off some of the remaining snot on his shoulder and chest before rapidly disassembling himself. In a matter of seconds, nothing was left but a swirling vortex of indigo data points. In another, say, five-second interval, the pixels were gone as well, having pieced together a sort of box. Not just any box...
A box of Kleenex.
Better than usual, Ceres commented, who had looked up at Enigma casually from his rather unnecessary deep strategical thoughts.
Enigma didn't respond, seeing as he didn't like talking when his present form lacked a mouth, but instead advanced, hovering slightly, towards the Snorgmorphophage. The box seemed to ripple up and down for a moment, as if hesitating; then, without warning, a sudden stream of flowing, rippling data (in separate pieces) began to stream out towards the Snorgmorphophage. A... tissue gun. Within seconds, dozens of Kleenex-brand Antibacterial tissues were speeding towards their adversary. Whether they hit the Snorgmorphophage or not, they certainly wiped up a good portion of snot from who-knows-where, and this, much to Enigma's distaste, came back to him in the form of several dozen used tissues. They merged back with him quickly, recovering some lost data, but doing nothing for Enigma's morale. I dislike this thing more and more as time goes on, he grumbled, morphing back into his (default?) humanoid form as he spoke.
I'm sending you a Flameline. It should help clear up its nostrils a bit, Ceres informed Enigma, delighted at his own play on words.
Gee, aren't we clever, Enigma replied icily, but knew the gist of Ceres' plan immediately. Quickly, he accepted the 'pending chip request!' notice and watched with mild interest as the usual cylindrical weapon formed on his right arm. As usual. How boring.
Sir! Further orders, sir? the AirRaid pilot demanded, making Enigma jump; he'd forgotten about the air-support unit.
Ah! Same thing as last time around, Enigma said quickly, and then turned to the Snorgmorphophage with an air of determination.
Yes sir! the pilot cried loyally, and then plunged his previously-circling plane into danger yet again, letting his machine guns loose on the mucus monstrosity. He kept the same tactic as he had earlier; dogfighting at its best.
Enigma, however, was contemplating how best to make his plan work. Raising the hunk of Net-metal in a tube form curiously, he took an experimental aim at the Snorgmorphophage, trying to predict how best to use the wide range of the Flameline. The only really useful purpose he could think of for it was to get rid of some of the disgusting snot around him, or to whittle down at the immediate enemy; if everything worked as he planned. Stay still, you, he growled to the Snorgmorphophage, as if it could hear him. Aiming carefully down the barrel of the Flameline, he slowly moved it downwards until the tick mark rested somewhere near the bottom of the Snorgmorphophage's great mucus-y mass, merged in with the terrain oddly. Holding his breath, Enigma slowly squeezed down on the trigger, and then, with an intimidating fwisssh sound, flames burst from the barrel, reaching outwards with fiery tendrils at the Snorgmorphophage and its excretions, burning for a solid three seconds before the flames dissipated entirely. Feeling satisfied with the most recent barrage, Enigma danced backwards nimbly, not wanting to get mucked up in any more snot.
XIII, Kasumi, be more careful, Ceres warned, and then came up with an idea. If you have any chips for it, try to burn away at the snot as well, then we can clear a path and strike at it up close and personal.
XIII, I'll try to distract him a bit, Enigma confided in his partner, and then suddenly lunged forwards slightly, heading for the Snorgmorphophage for a good few steps before angling slightly to the side and circling around the beastie continually, summoning up a separate "shield" of data to protect the side facing the Snorgmorphophage while he did so.
Enigma, you need to stop doing that... Ceres grumbled, and received no response for his efforts.
Taking a risk, sir! the pilot informed Enigma, oddly enough, and began circling the Snorgmorphophage in a direction opposite Enigma, firing a few more harassing shots for good measure.
Thanks...
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Enigma.EXE
HP: 90
1: Data Influx > XIII [+30 HP, 1TCD]
2: Data Vampirism > Rampaging Snorgmorphophage [80 DMG, +20 HP > Enigma, 3TCD]
3: Flameline1 > Rampaging Snorgmorphophage, hope it burns some snot from the terrain [70 DMG, hits up to 3, ground attack, [color=red]Fire[/color]]
4: Dodge like all hell!
AirRaid1 (Support Fighter)
HP: 100
Turns Left: 3
1: More attacking! [10 DMG x 10]
Sigs
Data Influx: Just used. Ready turn after next.
Data Vampirism: Just used. Ready in 4 turns.
Fluctuating Nature: Directed to ... LEFT. (That's facing the Snorgmorphophage)
Fluctuating Nature v2: Ready next turn.
Chips
Cannon: 40 damage. Accuracy: A Shotgun: 50 damage + spread 1. Accuracy: A Heatshot x2: 40 damage + spread 1. Accuracy: A Element: Fire Airshot2: 30 damage and strong knockback. Accuracy: A Wideshot: 60 + Wide Attack. Accuracy: A Element: Aqua Rageclaw: 40 damage slashing, 20 impacting. Accuracy: B BigHammer: 160 damage + Impact + Break. Accuracy: B Dash Attack: 90 damage + Impact. Accuracy: C Areagrab: Teleports to another location on terrain. +1 Accuracy.
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"Thanks for the distraction Enigma!" XIII yelled. Kasumi had already found the chip she was looking for.
"Alright, XIII, PhoenixShot1, Slot in!"
The Navi took careful aim at the shot monster, the data flying from the gun on his hand almost faster than the gun itself could form. THe blase of erupting fire formed into the shape of a giant fiery bird as it raked its flaming wings across the area towards its target.
Summary:
PhoenixShot1 (70 + Wide Attack, +5 Fire) To Rampaging Snorgmorphophage
Dodge
Dodge
Dodge
Dodge
"Alright, XIII, PhoenixShot1, Slot in!"
The Navi took careful aim at the shot monster, the data flying from the gun on his hand almost faster than the gun itself could form. THe blase of erupting fire formed into the shape of a giant fiery bird as it raked its flaming wings across the area towards its target.
Summary:
PhoenixShot1 (70 + Wide Attack, +5 Fire) To Rampaging Snorgmorphophage
Dodge
Dodge
Dodge
Dodge
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Enigma grabs out some data from the air and uses it to heal XIII. He then took control of his transformation abilities and shot some tissues, wiping up some health from the Snorgmorphophage in the process. XIII blasted forward with a PhoenixShot while Enigma came down with a Flameline, both flaming attacks singing some of the terrain clear and hitting their mark. The monster let out another shriek, and soon filled in the gap, so there was still... a giant swamp of mucus.
Hey! Did it seem like it was receding?
Indeed, the Snorgmorphophage seemed to be sucking in the snot from the area, limiting the terrain to a boggy pond around itself.
Another garbled cry and [/i]something[/i] seemed to be building up in what could be called the throat of the monster. There appeared to be some odd bubbling in the Snorgmophophage's gaping open mouth.
The Fighterplane shot at it, but it only went through the monster, not damaging it at all.
As if sensing the attack, lines of snot shot out from the pool and converged under the Fighterplane, and then buffeted it with a rising column of mucus, which cleared away to reveal a heavily bogged down version of the summoned object.
The Rampaging Snorgmorphophage: 740 HP (snot) (IMMAH CHARGIN' SOMETHING)
Terrain: 30% Snot (Slows Dodges, around Snorgmorphophage), 70% Normal
XIII.exe: 80 HP (tag)
Engima.exe: 110 HP (tag)
FighterPlane: 50 HP (1/3) [Immobilized]
Hey! Did it seem like it was receding?
Indeed, the Snorgmorphophage seemed to be sucking in the snot from the area, limiting the terrain to a boggy pond around itself.
Another garbled cry and [/i]something[/i] seemed to be building up in what could be called the throat of the monster. There appeared to be some odd bubbling in the Snorgmophophage's gaping open mouth.
The Fighterplane shot at it, but it only went through the monster, not damaging it at all.
As if sensing the attack, lines of snot shot out from the pool and converged under the Fighterplane, and then buffeted it with a rising column of mucus, which cleared away to reveal a heavily bogged down version of the summoned object.
The Rampaging Snorgmorphophage: 740 HP (snot) (IMMAH CHARGIN' SOMETHING)
Terrain: 30% Snot (Slows Dodges, around Snorgmorphophage), 70% Normal
XIII.exe: 80 HP (tag)
Engima.exe: 110 HP (tag)
FighterPlane: 50 HP (1/3) [Immobilized]
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"XIII! Lets try and stop him in his tracks!" Kasumi yelled into the reciever. "Bubbstar1, Zapring1, Elecreel1, Fireburn1, slot in!"
The virus was probably too large to contain entirely in a bubble, but the bubbstar could atleast trap a good-sized portion of it. That's all XIII needed to pull this off. He fired the bubble right at the large virus, waiting a second for it to score the hit. "Alright! now for the followup!" The navi charged forward, letting of the blast of the zapring through the air in the same path as the bubble. The sword at his hip had already been charged with the Elecreel by now, so he whipped it out of it's sheath, letting loose a massive surge of electricity, all heading for the virus and its bubble-trapped part.
"Enigma, aim for it now! It should be in a bad way after that!" He yelled over to his partner in the battle. "I'll try and clear a path!"
He was already running around, aiming up with the other exposed parts of the virus and the goopy snot covered ground. It was then that XIII let the Fireburn fly, causing him to streak across his target line with a burning trail behind him. With any luck, not only would it damage the virus alot, but it would also burn away alot of the snot on the floor infront of them.
Summary
Bubbstar1(20 + Bubble Trap + 3 targets) to Rampaging Snorgmorphophage
Zapring1 (40 + Stun 1 Elec) to Rampaging Snorgmorphophage
ElecReel1 (80 Elec) to Rampaging Snorgmorphophage
Fireburn1 (50 + 5 Fire + Line Attack) to Rampaging Snorgmorphophage and snotty terrain
Dodge
The virus was probably too large to contain entirely in a bubble, but the bubbstar could atleast trap a good-sized portion of it. That's all XIII needed to pull this off. He fired the bubble right at the large virus, waiting a second for it to score the hit. "Alright! now for the followup!" The navi charged forward, letting of the blast of the zapring through the air in the same path as the bubble. The sword at his hip had already been charged with the Elecreel by now, so he whipped it out of it's sheath, letting loose a massive surge of electricity, all heading for the virus and its bubble-trapped part.
"Enigma, aim for it now! It should be in a bad way after that!" He yelled over to his partner in the battle. "I'll try and clear a path!"
He was already running around, aiming up with the other exposed parts of the virus and the goopy snot covered ground. It was then that XIII let the Fireburn fly, causing him to streak across his target line with a burning trail behind him. With any luck, not only would it damage the virus alot, but it would also burn away alot of the snot on the floor infront of them.
Summary
Bubbstar1(20 + Bubble Trap + 3 targets) to Rampaging Snorgmorphophage
Zapring1 (40 + Stun 1 Elec) to Rampaging Snorgmorphophage
ElecReel1 (80 Elec) to Rampaging Snorgmorphophage
Fireburn1 (50 + 5 Fire + Line Attack) to Rampaging Snorgmorphophage and snotty terrain
Dodge
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Thanks, Kasumi, XIII, Ceres nodded, and then slotted in a trio of chips before Enigma could even request them. Big combo and not-so-big chip coming your way, he advised, and then frowned, looking through his chips again rather nervously. Peering to the left and right cautiously, he drew out a cigarette as quietly as he could and took a puff (after lighting it), inhaling and exhaling deeply.
Excellent, thanks, Enigma replied, inclining his head slightly to XIII and Ceres before disappearing in a small burst of static-y indigo data bursts, re-appearing a split second later literally right in front of the Snorgmorphophage. Peering downwards with a look of almost snobby disgust at the oozing mass of nasal residue, he turned the grimace into a smirk readily as the Bighammer appeared slowly but consistently on his right arm. Still hovering at the peak of his 'leap,' Enigma raised the hammer slowly behind him so that the head of the gargantuan mallet was actually below his torso before gravity began to take the reins from inertia. As he fell, he would up and used his momentum to propel the hammer downwards upon the monstrosity as best he could, hopefully surprising it before it could realize that there was a small figure attempting to make a serious dent in it. However, before the hammer could have a chance to hit, pixelated additions began to form on the hammer, oddly purple-colored. Just as it was supposed to smash into the top parts of the Snorgmorphophage, Enigma had added an 'accuracy booster' of his own that would hopefully prevent the beast from simply moving around it. It measured almost the diameter of the mucus monster and was roughly circular, so it would hopefully be hard to hit.
Why can't you do that all the time? Ceres laughed, crossing his arms and grinning with the tempting lit cigarette clutched tightly between index and middle fingers, smoke unfolding towards the ceiling leisurely.
Because it's hard, Enigma grunted, doing his best to avoid the majority of the snot as he "blobbed" towards the ground, Bighammer dissipating into nothingness as he did so.
I bet things would go a lot smoother, either way, Ceres muttered, and then took another tobacco-filled breath to satisfy himself, beginning to say something to Enigma, mouth open and everything, but he was interrupted by--
No smoking, sorry, the ... was it a waitress, or a cashier, or a barista? Ceres couldn't tell, so he decided she was just the cashier, and so the cashier said. It's a law here. I don't particularly like it myself, she grunted, an obvious smoker's rasp sneaking into her voice. Of course, it was obvious enough to Ceres.
Oh, I'm sorry... he responded, slightly startled, and slightly unsure of how to get rid of it, as the no-smoking restaurant had neglected to provide ashtrays.
You said you'd quit, Enigma said quietly, stopping as soon as he hit the ground to look at his Op.
I-- I did, but... Ceres stumbled, but didn't seem to be able to come up with a sufficient excuse. Sorry, he added to the clerk, dashing outside quickly to put his 'deathstick' out in a nearby grubby and overused ashtray. He ran back in quickly, insides going cold at the realization that he had actually promised Enigma that he'd stop.
We'll talk about this later, Enigma said slowly, deliberately, and icily, all at once and somehow ominous. Now, what chip did you give me? he murmured, and saw the Shotgun in the 'waiting chip' list. Looking back and forth between the Snorgmorphophage, and seeing that XIII was already running, he decided to follow and GTFO there.
Meanwhile, the AirRaid pilot wasn't doing so well. Before he had a chance to eject, his plane was mucked up and brought down somewhere on the normal terrain. Climbing out of the plane in a hurry, the pilot began digging snot out of his engines as fast as he could, knowing that he was running out of fuel as it was. Mayday, sir, back in action ASAP, he reported to Enigma not via radio but via ... shouting at the top of his lungs. Enigma just nodded, shot Ceres 'a look,' and eyed the Snorgmorphophage cautiously.
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Enigma.EXE
HP: 110
1: Areagrab > Overhead Snorgmorphophage [+1 Accuracy > Bighammer1]
2: Bighammer1 > Rampaging Snorgmorphophage [160 DMG, Impact, Break, +1 Accuracy]
3-4: Freakin' RUN [Dodge]
AirRaid1 (Support Fighter)
HP: 50
Turns Left: 2
1: OH GOD DIG OUT THE CRAP [Hopefully clear out snot; if not, autododge. This is aiming for mobility]
Sigs
Data Influx: Ready next turn.
Data Vampirism: Just used. Ready in 3 turns.
Fluctuating Nature: Directed to the Snorgmorphophage (forward?)
Fluctuating Nature v2: God, this sig is null or something due to Pocket being weird and pointing out that IT DOES NOTHING. Thanks, all for telling me. D:
Chips
Cannon: 40 damage. Accuracy: A
Cannon: 40 damage. Accuracy: A
Shotgun: 50 damage + spread 1. Accuracy: A
Shotgun: 50 damage + spread 1. Accuracy: A
Heatshot x2: 40 damage + spread 1. Accuracy: A Element: Fire
Vulcan2: 10 damage x5 + spread 1. Accuracy: A
Airshot2: 30 damage and strong knockback. Accuracy: A
Wideshot: 60 + Wide Attack. Accuracy: A Element: Aqua
Rageclaw: 40 damage slashing, 20 impacting. Accuracy: B
BigHammer: 160 damage + Impact + Break. Accuracy: B
Dash Attack: 90 damage + Impact. Accuracy: C
Flameline1: 70 + 3 targets. Accuracy: B Element: Fire
AirRaid1: Summon 100 HP FighterPlane (Flying) [50 + Impact] [10x10 shots] Accuracy: A Duration: 3 turns
Areagrab: Teleports to another location on terrain. +1 Accuracy.
Excellent, thanks, Enigma replied, inclining his head slightly to XIII and Ceres before disappearing in a small burst of static-y indigo data bursts, re-appearing a split second later literally right in front of the Snorgmorphophage. Peering downwards with a look of almost snobby disgust at the oozing mass of nasal residue, he turned the grimace into a smirk readily as the Bighammer appeared slowly but consistently on his right arm. Still hovering at the peak of his 'leap,' Enigma raised the hammer slowly behind him so that the head of the gargantuan mallet was actually below his torso before gravity began to take the reins from inertia. As he fell, he would up and used his momentum to propel the hammer downwards upon the monstrosity as best he could, hopefully surprising it before it could realize that there was a small figure attempting to make a serious dent in it. However, before the hammer could have a chance to hit, pixelated additions began to form on the hammer, oddly purple-colored. Just as it was supposed to smash into the top parts of the Snorgmorphophage, Enigma had added an 'accuracy booster' of his own that would hopefully prevent the beast from simply moving around it. It measured almost the diameter of the mucus monster and was roughly circular, so it would hopefully be hard to hit.
Why can't you do that all the time? Ceres laughed, crossing his arms and grinning with the tempting lit cigarette clutched tightly between index and middle fingers, smoke unfolding towards the ceiling leisurely.
Because it's hard, Enigma grunted, doing his best to avoid the majority of the snot as he "blobbed" towards the ground, Bighammer dissipating into nothingness as he did so.
I bet things would go a lot smoother, either way, Ceres muttered, and then took another tobacco-filled breath to satisfy himself, beginning to say something to Enigma, mouth open and everything, but he was interrupted by--
No smoking, sorry, the ... was it a waitress, or a cashier, or a barista? Ceres couldn't tell, so he decided she was just the cashier, and so the cashier said. It's a law here. I don't particularly like it myself, she grunted, an obvious smoker's rasp sneaking into her voice. Of course, it was obvious enough to Ceres.
Oh, I'm sorry... he responded, slightly startled, and slightly unsure of how to get rid of it, as the no-smoking restaurant had neglected to provide ashtrays.
You said you'd quit, Enigma said quietly, stopping as soon as he hit the ground to look at his Op.
I-- I did, but... Ceres stumbled, but didn't seem to be able to come up with a sufficient excuse. Sorry, he added to the clerk, dashing outside quickly to put his 'deathstick' out in a nearby grubby and overused ashtray. He ran back in quickly, insides going cold at the realization that he had actually promised Enigma that he'd stop.
We'll talk about this later, Enigma said slowly, deliberately, and icily, all at once and somehow ominous. Now, what chip did you give me? he murmured, and saw the Shotgun in the 'waiting chip' list. Looking back and forth between the Snorgmorphophage, and seeing that XIII was already running, he decided to follow and GTFO there.
Meanwhile, the AirRaid pilot wasn't doing so well. Before he had a chance to eject, his plane was mucked up and brought down somewhere on the normal terrain. Climbing out of the plane in a hurry, the pilot began digging snot out of his engines as fast as he could, knowing that he was running out of fuel as it was. Mayday, sir, back in action ASAP, he reported to Enigma not via radio but via ... shouting at the top of his lungs. Enigma just nodded, shot Ceres 'a look,' and eyed the Snorgmorphophage cautiously.
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Enigma.EXE
HP: 110
1: Areagrab > Overhead Snorgmorphophage [+1 Accuracy > Bighammer1]
2: Bighammer1 > Rampaging Snorgmorphophage [160 DMG, Impact, Break, +1 Accuracy]
3-4: Freakin' RUN [Dodge]
AirRaid1 (Support Fighter)
HP: 50
Turns Left: 2
1: OH GOD DIG OUT THE CRAP [Hopefully clear out snot; if not, autododge. This is aiming for mobility]
Sigs
Data Influx: Ready next turn.
Data Vampirism: Just used. Ready in 3 turns.
Fluctuating Nature: Directed to the Snorgmorphophage (forward?)
Fluctuating Nature v2: God, this sig is null or something due to Pocket being weird and pointing out that IT DOES NOTHING. Thanks, all for telling me. D:
Chips
Cannon: 40 damage. Accuracy: A Shotgun: 50 damage + spread 1. Accuracy: A Heatshot x2: 40 damage + spread 1. Accuracy: A Element: Fire Airshot2: 30 damage and strong knockback. Accuracy: A Wideshot: 60 + Wide Attack. Accuracy: A Element: Aqua Rageclaw: 40 damage slashing, 20 impacting. Accuracy: B Dash Attack: 90 damage + Impact. Accuracy: C
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Unfortunately, before either XIII or Enigma could move, the Snorgmorphophage had finished... charging or whatever, it didn't help that the Bubble Star was ultra slow. A terrifying screech erupted from the snot monster as a white mess of mucus and god-knows-what *Phwoot'd" out of the creature's main gaping orfice and shredded through the air toward the two.
XIII followed up with his array of chips, a Zapring, an Elecreel, and a Fireburn, but the goddamn thing wouldn't slow down. The Elecreel managed to connect through the snotty attack.
Suffice to say, the two were head to toe in goo of questionable variety, and were heavily restricted. Enigma still managed to whack the monster with his Bighammer, but he got kind of grounded RIGHT IN FRONT OF IT.
Giant tentacles sprung from the Snorgmorphophage as its displaced eyes focused on Enigma hungrily. Something akin to a tongue licked across its own face.
Oh shit.
The pilot managed to get himself free, only to be completely devastated by the aforementioned attack.
The Rampaging Snorgmorphophage: 500 HP (snot) (QUESTIONABLE TENTACLES)
Terrain: 30% Snot (Slows Dodges, around Snorgmorphophage), 70% Normal
XIII.exe: 10 HP (Immobilized for two actions)
Engima.exe: 40 HP (Immobilized for two actions)
FighterPlane: COMPLETELY DEVASTATED
XIII followed up with his array of chips, a Zapring, an Elecreel, and a Fireburn, but the goddamn thing wouldn't slow down. The Elecreel managed to connect through the snotty attack.
Suffice to say, the two were head to toe in goo of questionable variety, and were heavily restricted. Enigma still managed to whack the monster with his Bighammer, but he got kind of grounded RIGHT IN FRONT OF IT.
Giant tentacles sprung from the Snorgmorphophage as its displaced eyes focused on Enigma hungrily. Something akin to a tongue licked across its own face.
Oh shit.
The pilot managed to get himself free, only to be completely devastated by the aforementioned attack.
The Rampaging Snorgmorphophage: 500 HP (snot) (QUESTIONABLE TENTACLES)
Terrain: 30% Snot (Slows Dodges, around Snorgmorphophage), 70% Normal
XIII.exe: 10 HP (Immobilized for two actions)
Engima.exe: 40 HP (Immobilized for two actions)
FighterPlane: COMPLETELY DEVASTATED
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Enigma, although previously unsure, had had a feeling that something of this sort was going to happen if he didn't get away quickly enough.
Too bad he didn't, right?
Ceres? he questioned politely, looking up to his Op curiously.
Yeah? Ceres replied just as meekly, sighing.
Would you kindly tell me... ah... WHAT THE HELL I'M SUPPOSED TO DO!? he raged.
Heal XIII, was all Ceres offered, shrugging. Most of your stuff is on cooldown right now, so just sit tight and hope our partners solve all of our problems, or try to hack your way out-- the latter, I don't see as highly possible...
Fine. Whatever, Enigma said, turning to XIII, and then thinking about something. Since when was I the angry one, Ceres?
It could be the smoking, Ceres said quietly. Knowing what Enigma's response would be, he sat back in his chair uneasily, waiting for the turnout of the current battle undertaking.
You--... we'll talk about this after I'm not being tentacle raped, Enigma growled, his mood plunging back into the sulky, unpleasant sort. XIII, I need you to help get us OUT of these things; I'm running low on good chips, he explained, then quickly gathered what was left of the data around him, gathering it into a pulsating orb above his head. Here, this should help, he added, rather reluctantly sending the healing data towards his partner rather than himself. Looking down at himself for the first time since he'd been seized by the tentacles, he was sorely disappointed by his eyes.
Bits of disgusting nasal particles covered him in every manner possible. Some white bits, a lot of green bits, but what was really nasty was the occasional dot of red-- were there Net blood-transmitted diseases? Enigma hoped not. Ceres, can I get the Dashattack? he requested, getting an idea.
Right away, Ceres said in a mock-servant voice, slotting the chip in with mock eagerness. Geez, what a dick, eh?
Ready for take-off, Enigma reported with a sadistic grin, twisting himself around in the snotty grip so he wouldn't be jerked about TOO badly when the Dashattack le--...
Well, too late. Again. The Fishy-esque addition to his arm sped off in the direction that WASN'T towards that of the Snorgmorphophage before Enigma was ready, reminding him once again why he didn't like that chip. Hopefully, it would have Enigma attached, and free of the Snorgmorphophage's disgusting wrath.
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Enigma.EXE
HP: 40
1: Data Influx > XIII [+30 HP, 1TCD]
2: Dashattack > Rampaging Snorgmorphophage Tentacle [90 DMG + Impact. Used mainly for escape purposes, not damage purposes.]
Sigs
Data Influx: Just used. Ready turn after next.
Data Vampirism: Used last turn. Ready turn after next.
Fluctuating Nature: Directed upwards whilst in tentacle, whatever direction is towards the Snorg. if he manages to escape.
Fluctuating Nature v2: n/a ;___;
Chips
Cannon: 40 damage. Accuracy: A
Cannon: 40 damage. Accuracy: A
Shotgun: 50 damage + spread 1. Accuracy: A
Shotgun: 50 damage + spread 1. Accuracy: A
Heatshot x2: 40 damage + spread 1. Accuracy: A Element: Fire
Vulcan2: 10 damage x5 + spread 1. Accuracy: A
Airshot2: 30 damage and strong knockback. Accuracy: A
Wideshot: 60 + Wide Attack. Accuracy: A Element: Aqua
Rageclaw: 40 damage slashing, 20 impacting. Accuracy: B
BigHammer: 160 damage + Impact + Break. Accuracy: B
Dash Attack: 90 damage + Impact. Accuracy: C
Flameline1: 70 + 3 targets. Accuracy: B Element: Fire
AirRaid1: Summon 100 HP FighterPlane (Flying) [50 + Impact] [10x10 shots] Accuracy: A Duration: 3 turns
Areagrab: Teleports to another location on terrain. +1 Accuracy.
Too bad he didn't, right?
Ceres? he questioned politely, looking up to his Op curiously.
Yeah? Ceres replied just as meekly, sighing.
Would you kindly tell me... ah... WHAT THE HELL I'M SUPPOSED TO DO!? he raged.
Heal XIII, was all Ceres offered, shrugging. Most of your stuff is on cooldown right now, so just sit tight and hope our partners solve all of our problems, or try to hack your way out-- the latter, I don't see as highly possible...
Fine. Whatever, Enigma said, turning to XIII, and then thinking about something. Since when was I the angry one, Ceres?
It could be the smoking, Ceres said quietly. Knowing what Enigma's response would be, he sat back in his chair uneasily, waiting for the turnout of the current battle undertaking.
You--... we'll talk about this after I'm not being tentacle raped, Enigma growled, his mood plunging back into the sulky, unpleasant sort. XIII, I need you to help get us OUT of these things; I'm running low on good chips, he explained, then quickly gathered what was left of the data around him, gathering it into a pulsating orb above his head. Here, this should help, he added, rather reluctantly sending the healing data towards his partner rather than himself. Looking down at himself for the first time since he'd been seized by the tentacles, he was sorely disappointed by his eyes.
Bits of disgusting nasal particles covered him in every manner possible. Some white bits, a lot of green bits, but what was really nasty was the occasional dot of red-- were there Net blood-transmitted diseases? Enigma hoped not. Ceres, can I get the Dashattack? he requested, getting an idea.
Right away, Ceres said in a mock-servant voice, slotting the chip in with mock eagerness. Geez, what a dick, eh?
Ready for take-off, Enigma reported with a sadistic grin, twisting himself around in the snotty grip so he wouldn't be jerked about TOO badly when the Dashattack le--...
Well, too late. Again. The Fishy-esque addition to his arm sped off in the direction that WASN'T towards that of the Snorgmorphophage before Enigma was ready, reminding him once again why he didn't like that chip. Hopefully, it would have Enigma attached, and free of the Snorgmorphophage's disgusting wrath.
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Enigma.EXE
HP: 40
1: Data Influx > XIII [+30 HP, 1TCD]
2: Dashattack > Rampaging Snorgmorphophage Tentacle [90 DMG + Impact. Used mainly for escape purposes, not damage purposes.]
Sigs
Data Influx: Just used. Ready turn after next.
Data Vampirism: Used last turn. Ready turn after next.
Fluctuating Nature: Directed upwards whilst in tentacle, whatever direction is towards the Snorg. if he manages to escape.
Fluctuating Nature v2: n/a ;___;
Chips
Cannon: 40 damage. Accuracy: A Shotgun: 50 damage + spread 1. Accuracy: A Heatshot x2: 40 damage + spread 1. Accuracy: A Element: Fire Airshot2: 30 damage and strong knockback. Accuracy: A Wideshot: 60 + Wide Attack. Accuracy: A Element: Aqua Rageclaw: 40 damage slashing, 20 impacting. Accuracy: B
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The red-haired navi was struggling free himself from the snotty restraints on his body. His body was aching all over, like he had just been on the business end of a cannonball. And here he was now, being pulled down by a tentacle made of unspeakable substance. In a situation where he normally would have been ultimately grossed out by the entire nature of his confinement.
"Oh god, its like some weird anime!" He managed to free his arm and slash at the tentacles restraining his movement.
"Tenchi, here's your back up! DblBeam! slot in!" his operator slammed the chip into the port, loading the data up. the DblBeam was a bit of a crap-shoot, seeing is the effect was random, but in a situation like this, anything that happened would be good for them.
Summary
Struggle to get free (sword attack, 2) to Rampaging Snorgmorphophage Tentacle
Struggle to get free (sword attack, 2) to Rampaging Snorgmorphophage Tentacle
DblBeam1(summon - 40 Null to all Enemies (Red Beam) or- 30 heal to all Allies. Random (Blue Beam)) to Rampaging Snorgmorphophage
"Oh god, its like some weird anime!" He managed to free his arm and slash at the tentacles restraining his movement.
"Tenchi, here's your back up! DblBeam! slot in!" his operator slammed the chip into the port, loading the data up. the DblBeam was a bit of a crap-shoot, seeing is the effect was random, but in a situation like this, anything that happened would be good for them.
Summary
Struggle to get free (sword attack, 2) to Rampaging Snorgmorphophage Tentacle
Struggle to get free (sword attack, 2) to Rampaging Snorgmorphophage Tentacle
DblBeam1(summon - 40 Null to all Enemies (Red Beam) or- 30 heal to all Allies. Random (Blue Beam)) to Rampaging Snorgmorphophage
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While the duo are immobilized, slimy, creepy, icky tentacles worm their way toward the two navis as they struggle with their gooey bonds of mucus. Very inappropriate of unknown origin comes on when the "ligaments" slither their way around the navis' bodies, tapping rapidly in odd places, and it kind of hurt, but somehow not in a bad way.
Finally, the two broke free and Enigma floated himself upward, healed XIII, and shot directly toward the Snorgmorphopage, colliding his arm straight into the mucky mass of a monster.
Unfortunately, that kind of made him have his hand stuck in the monster. o_O
Said creature began to cackle inhumanely as it opened its mouth, WIDE, and descended upon Enigma.
A flashing cube interrupted the monster's rampage as it finally settled on a deep crimson color and blasted a ray of red at the creature, who pulled back a bit, carrying Enigma with it. The blobby navi was a bit dazed from the dragging, so he wouldn't recover just yet.
The Rampaging Snorgmorphophage: 370 HP (snot) (Stun! -1 Action)
Terrain: 30% Snot (Slows Dodges, around Snorgmorphophage), 70% Normal
XIII.exe: 31 HP
Engima.exe: 20 HP (Stun! -1 Action! One hand stuck in Snorgmorphophage! Snot Terrain)
Finally, the two broke free and Enigma floated himself upward, healed XIII, and shot directly toward the Snorgmorphopage, colliding his arm straight into the mucky mass of a monster.
Unfortunately, that kind of made him have his hand stuck in the monster. o_O
Said creature began to cackle inhumanely as it opened its mouth, WIDE, and descended upon Enigma.
A flashing cube interrupted the monster's rampage as it finally settled on a deep crimson color and blasted a ray of red at the creature, who pulled back a bit, carrying Enigma with it. The blobby navi was a bit dazed from the dragging, so he wouldn't recover just yet.
The Rampaging Snorgmorphophage: 370 HP (snot) (Stun! -1 Action)
Terrain: 30% Snot (Slows Dodges, around Snorgmorphophage), 70% Normal
XIII.exe: 31 HP
Engima.exe: 20 HP (Stun! -1 Action! One hand stuck in Snorgmorphophage! Snot Terrain)
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While happy to be, for the majority, away from the Snorgmorphophage, Enigma wasn't exactly happy about still having most of an appendage stuck inside of a giant hunk of goo. What's worse was that he couldn't even disassemble his arm; the snot had pretty much glued his data pixels together. Ceres, I need a Heatshot, he said, suddenly sounding urgent. Things weren't looking up; too much damage was being dealt to himself and XIII and not enough to the weird snotty freak... thing.
Coming, coming-- also, I'm sending a Wideshot, heal XIII with it, Ceres advised, and then slotted in the two chips as he had said he would.
Thanks, Enigma nodded, then felt his arm expanding inside of the Snorgmorphophage as a Heatshot formed on the end of his arm. Slowly, but surely, snot was creeping inside of the barrel, too; he'd have to act fast. This is going to smell terrible, grimaced the indigo warrior, and then pulled the trigger with olfactory senses completely turned off. Within seconds, flames were bursting from his arm everywhere inside of the Snorgmorphophage; hopefully, it'd be enough to burn his way out. Still unsure of his predicament, Enigma quickly assigned the Wideshot to his free arm (hopefully recoil-free, considering he wasn't actually firing it) and aimed it at XIII. Wordlessly, he consumed the weapon with indigo data and converted it into usable data for any navi, and sent it to his ally-- roughly half of its damaging power. Hit it--now! he yelled, then tried to jerk his arm out from the Snorgmorphophage and started running... hopefully, if he managed to get out of the snot-monster, he'd not get mucked up in the snotty terrain, either.
Kasumi! Use a Rockcube! It's good cover, and we can send it flying later! Ceres called over his PET mic. And don't let anything hit Enigma!
I'll be fine...
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Enigma.EXE
HP: 20
1: Heatshot > Rampaging Snorgmorphophage [40 [color=red]Fire[/color] DMG, Spread1]
2: Wideshot + Recovery Subtype Ability > XIII [[color=green]+30 HP[/color]]
3: FLEEEE [Dodge]
Sigs
Data Influx: Ready next turn.
Data Vampirism: Ready next turn.
Fluctuating Nature: Directed (hopefully behind him by now) towards the Snorg. God, has this even DONE anything yet? XD
Fluctuating Nature v2: n/a ;___;
Chips
Cannon: 40 damage. Accuracy: A
Cannon: 40 damage. Accuracy: A
Shotgun: 50 damage + spread 1. Accuracy: A
Shotgun: 50 damage + spread 1. Accuracy: A
Heatshot: 40 damage + spread 1. Accuracy: A Element: Fire
Heatshot: 40 damage + spread 1. Accuracy: A Element: Fire
Vulcan2: 10 damage x5 + spread 1. Accuracy: A
Airshot2: 30 damage and strong knockback. Accuracy: A
Wideshot: 60 + Wide Attack. Accuracy: A Element: Aqua
Rageclaw: 40 damage slashing, 20 impacting. Accuracy: B
BigHammer: 160 damage + Impact + Break. Accuracy: B
Dash Attack: 90 damage + Impact. Accuracy: C
Flameline1: 70 + 3 targets. Accuracy: B Element: Fire
AirRaid1: Summon 100 HP FighterPlane (Flying) [50 + Impact] [10x10 shots] Accuracy: A Duration: 3 turns
Areagrab: Teleports to another location on terrain. +1 Accuracy.
Coming, coming-- also, I'm sending a Wideshot, heal XIII with it, Ceres advised, and then slotted in the two chips as he had said he would.
Thanks, Enigma nodded, then felt his arm expanding inside of the Snorgmorphophage as a Heatshot formed on the end of his arm. Slowly, but surely, snot was creeping inside of the barrel, too; he'd have to act fast. This is going to smell terrible, grimaced the indigo warrior, and then pulled the trigger with olfactory senses completely turned off. Within seconds, flames were bursting from his arm everywhere inside of the Snorgmorphophage; hopefully, it'd be enough to burn his way out. Still unsure of his predicament, Enigma quickly assigned the Wideshot to his free arm (hopefully recoil-free, considering he wasn't actually firing it) and aimed it at XIII. Wordlessly, he consumed the weapon with indigo data and converted it into usable data for any navi, and sent it to his ally-- roughly half of its damaging power. Hit it--now! he yelled, then tried to jerk his arm out from the Snorgmorphophage and started running... hopefully, if he managed to get out of the snot-monster, he'd not get mucked up in the snotty terrain, either.
Kasumi! Use a Rockcube! It's good cover, and we can send it flying later! Ceres called over his PET mic. And don't let anything hit Enigma!
I'll be fine...
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Enigma.EXE
HP: 20
1: Heatshot > Rampaging Snorgmorphophage [40 [color=red]Fire[/color] DMG, Spread1]
2: Wideshot + Recovery Subtype Ability > XIII [[color=green]+30 HP[/color]]
3: FLEEEE [Dodge]
Sigs
Data Influx: Ready next turn.
Data Vampirism: Ready next turn.
Fluctuating Nature: Directed (hopefully behind him by now) towards the Snorg. God, has this even DONE anything yet? XD
Fluctuating Nature v2: n/a ;___;
Chips
Cannon: 40 damage. Accuracy: A Shotgun: 50 damage + spread 1. Accuracy: A Heatshot: 40 damage + spread 1. Accuracy: A Element: Fire Airshot2: 30 damage and strong knockback. Accuracy: A Rageclaw: 40 damage slashing, 20 impacting. Accuracy: B
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XIII clutched his side. He was hurting bad, and whatever wasn't hurting was going rather numb. There was even a little blood trickling down his side, and the navi couldn't help but look at it and once again find it kind of odd that his programmer input this realistic looking bump-mapping for damage. "Remi, I think the time to play this safe is gone. Enigma is starting to pull out the stops... I'm going to use one of the crosses..."
His operator nodded and selected the function on the screen, transmitting the data into the net. The navi was standing to receive it, letting go of his side. the space around him started distorting, and the energy surging through him was partially reviving him somewhat, regardless of his immense damage. "Mach 13, Another type!" he yelled, the last bit of the transformation taking hold when the wil'o'whisp flames popped up around him. "Thanks Remi. This might not be enough, but I'm going to give it my all!"
"Wait, XIII... not yet..." His operator stopped his movement forward immediately. It wasn't necessarily that she told him to stop that made him halt so quickly, but rather her voice betrayed a hesitation to mention something to him.
"what... what is it Remi?"
His operator was silent for a second. "Umm, there's something else we can do... I finished putting in a special program last night, it could help you guys win, but...."
"But what?" the navi was a little bit confused. Usually when Kasumi had an ace up he sleeve, she'd use it when ever the chance seemed good. Rarely did she ever hold back on a job, especially like this.
"well XIII" Kasumi responded, "Its a program that can up your defense and attack concentration... but the code is far too over powered for your standard function; it causes a potentially dangerous shock to your system."
XIII was still not entirely clear on it. "What's that supposed to mean? Why don't we just use it?"
"It means that by using it, you might go crazy for a little while, and with each subsequent use without defraging your data afterward, you risk corrupting a portion of your data."
there was silence on the communication line for a moment. Then XIII said, "Kasumi, just use it." He used her real name instead of her usual nickname. "I trust your programming skill."
"A-alright XIII. I'm also giving you a Cannon chip." She slid the chip inside the slot and XIII's arm changed to the projectile's barrel. Her finger hesitated over the sig-command icon though. "XIII... be careful..."
"Don't worry, Remi..."
Her finger hit the button, and a sudden jolt went through XIII's body. The navi crest located on his chest started emitting a high pitched noise and this cold blue luminescence that seemed to flood the area with its icy light. XIII's eyes were vacant to the point of looking emotionless, and his gaze was locked directly on the main body of the enemy. All that his mind was processing was the most direct, undeterred course of action for utterly destroying the pile of snotty data infront. Even the pain and hesitation that had been coursing through his body was gone now; not numbed or reduced, just plain missing, like he was unable to process data in that fashion.
"XIII?" Kasumi tried to get his attention. "XIII, are you... ok?"
"... delete...."
He lifted his cannon arm, and the power started charging through it as the special mode focused the power beyond its usual limits.
".... DELETE!....."
The navi yelled a blood-curdling cry into the air as he let loos the powered cannon shot at the giant monster. XIII charged forward, drawing the double energy blades at his side the moment his hands reverted back to normal. Even without the command from his operator, he started performing his upgraded sig attack, the Legendary Cross. The double power strikes wipped across his target, the cold efficiency of his movements guiding the blades with a surgeon's precision and an assassin's mercilessness.
Summary
Activate Soul Cross: Mach 13, Another Type.
Activated Sig: Berserkr Gester Ljós (hardbody, strengthen, last for 2 turns, 2 turn cooldown)
Cannon (40 + 20 dmg + 15 to normal) to Rampaging Snorgmorphophage
Signature Attack 2: Legendary Cross (2hits/30 damage, Normal/Sword) to Rampaging Snorgmorphophage
Dodge
His operator nodded and selected the function on the screen, transmitting the data into the net. The navi was standing to receive it, letting go of his side. the space around him started distorting, and the energy surging through him was partially reviving him somewhat, regardless of his immense damage. "Mach 13, Another type!" he yelled, the last bit of the transformation taking hold when the wil'o'whisp flames popped up around him. "Thanks Remi. This might not be enough, but I'm going to give it my all!"
"Wait, XIII... not yet..." His operator stopped his movement forward immediately. It wasn't necessarily that she told him to stop that made him halt so quickly, but rather her voice betrayed a hesitation to mention something to him.
"what... what is it Remi?"
His operator was silent for a second. "Umm, there's something else we can do... I finished putting in a special program last night, it could help you guys win, but...."
"But what?" the navi was a little bit confused. Usually when Kasumi had an ace up he sleeve, she'd use it when ever the chance seemed good. Rarely did she ever hold back on a job, especially like this.
"well XIII" Kasumi responded, "Its a program that can up your defense and attack concentration... but the code is far too over powered for your standard function; it causes a potentially dangerous shock to your system."
XIII was still not entirely clear on it. "What's that supposed to mean? Why don't we just use it?"
"It means that by using it, you might go crazy for a little while, and with each subsequent use without defraging your data afterward, you risk corrupting a portion of your data."
there was silence on the communication line for a moment. Then XIII said, "Kasumi, just use it." He used her real name instead of her usual nickname. "I trust your programming skill."
"A-alright XIII. I'm also giving you a Cannon chip." She slid the chip inside the slot and XIII's arm changed to the projectile's barrel. Her finger hesitated over the sig-command icon though. "XIII... be careful..."
"Don't worry, Remi..."
Her finger hit the button, and a sudden jolt went through XIII's body. The navi crest located on his chest started emitting a high pitched noise and this cold blue luminescence that seemed to flood the area with its icy light. XIII's eyes were vacant to the point of looking emotionless, and his gaze was locked directly on the main body of the enemy. All that his mind was processing was the most direct, undeterred course of action for utterly destroying the pile of snotty data infront. Even the pain and hesitation that had been coursing through his body was gone now; not numbed or reduced, just plain missing, like he was unable to process data in that fashion.
"XIII?" Kasumi tried to get his attention. "XIII, are you... ok?"
"... delete...."
He lifted his cannon arm, and the power started charging through it as the special mode focused the power beyond its usual limits.
".... DELETE!....."
The navi yelled a blood-curdling cry into the air as he let loos the powered cannon shot at the giant monster. XIII charged forward, drawing the double energy blades at his side the moment his hands reverted back to normal. Even without the command from his operator, he started performing his upgraded sig attack, the Legendary Cross. The double power strikes wipped across his target, the cold efficiency of his movements guiding the blades with a surgeon's precision and an assassin's mercilessness.
Summary
Activate Soul Cross: Mach 13, Another Type.
Activated Sig: Berserkr Gester Ljós (hardbody, strengthen, last for 2 turns, 2 turn cooldown)
Cannon (40 + 20 dmg + 15 to normal) to Rampaging Snorgmorphophage
Signature Attack 2: Legendary Cross (2hits/30 damage, Normal/Sword) to Rampaging Snorgmorphophage
Dodge
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Enigma, stunned for the moment, groaned as he came back to his senses, and quickly jettisoned himself from the boogerish monstrosity with a well-placed Heatshot. But due to that, it didn't look like he could use more than one chip at a time, since the arm data had overheated in the blast, but Enigma was amorphous as his enemy, so it really didn't matter. The phasing entity sighed as he ran far far away from the opponent and blasted some healing magic at XIII, while a bunch of slimy fists nearly hit him in his dashing escape.
XIII went to pull out all the stops, going into his most valued cross of speed, Mach 13, Another Type. Following it up, Kasumi activated a sort of berserker state for her navi, causing him to laugh madly and fire a quite overpowered Cannon at the Snorgmorphophage, which recoiled from the blow, letting out a terrifying inhuman screech and spewing out a silky stream of its own mucus at the fighters, Enigma blocking the attack with his fluctuating nature, and XIII a bit more resistant due to the HardBody state he was granted with by his newest signature attack. Roaring in bloodlust, the samurai dashed menacingly at the opponent, cutting not once, but twice at the monster, causing it to slump down in agony.
"It's weak, just a bit more to go and the core will be able to be snatched!" Professor Curtis Falceon, who was really standing right next to Kasumi this entire time and totally not ignored for the entirety of this battle, commented enthusiastically.
The Rampaging Snorgmorphophage: 195 HP (snot)
Terrain: 30% Snot (Slows Dodges, around Snorgmorphophage), 70% Normal
XIII.exe: 41 HP (MachCross Lv. 2) [Hardbody] (Slow)
Engima.exe: 20 HP
XIII went to pull out all the stops, going into his most valued cross of speed, Mach 13, Another Type. Following it up, Kasumi activated a sort of berserker state for her navi, causing him to laugh madly and fire a quite overpowered Cannon at the Snorgmorphophage, which recoiled from the blow, letting out a terrifying inhuman screech and spewing out a silky stream of its own mucus at the fighters, Enigma blocking the attack with his fluctuating nature, and XIII a bit more resistant due to the HardBody state he was granted with by his newest signature attack. Roaring in bloodlust, the samurai dashed menacingly at the opponent, cutting not once, but twice at the monster, causing it to slump down in agony.
"It's weak, just a bit more to go and the core will be able to be snatched!" Professor Curtis Falceon, who was really standing right next to Kasumi this entire time and totally not ignored for the entirety of this battle, commented enthusiastically.
The Rampaging Snorgmorphophage: 195 HP (snot)
Terrain: 30% Snot (Slows Dodges, around Snorgmorphophage), 70% Normal
XIII.exe: 41 HP (MachCross Lv. 2) [Hardbody] (Slow)
Engima.exe: 20 HP
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XIII, this is the final push! Enigma yelled over the screeches of the monstrosity. Just a few more hits, and it's down!
Hit it with your absorb attack, and I'll give you a few chips, Ceres ordered, slotting in two of his last five chips as he did so. Cannon and Shotgun coming your way.
Fair enough, Enigma coughed, and then turned back to face the Snorgmorphophage. Narrowing his eyes, he began siphoning off what was left of his data into a small orb, and it shaped itself as it did so. Within a matter of seconds, a purple bottle had formed itself in front of Enigma, sparking and making all of the weird motions that Enigma's data bits make. And, on the front of the bottle was a large, commercial logo: "VICKS." I hope you like NyQuil, Enigma grinned, sending the bottle of cold medicine flying at the Snorgmorphophage, and when it got close, it exploded, showering the beast in purple liquid. What was left of the liquid sped back to Enigma, healing him as well.
I hope you get some better catch phrases, Ceres added, rolling his eyes. Now hit it some more, would you?
Not the time for that, Enigma grunted, and then carefully aimed the Cannon at the Snorgmorphophage's... eye cavities? Whatever it saw out of, anyways. The blue shot sped towards the snot beast menacingly, and before it could hit, a Shotgun was already fired, aimed for the same place; soon enough, many, many blue bursts were going to meet the Snorgmorphophage with some nasty noises. Jesus, if that doesn't kill it... Enigma grumbled, backpedaling a bit to get a good look at what the enraged, sped-up XIII would.
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Enigma.EXE
HP: 20 [+20]
1: Data Vampirism > Rampaging Snorgmorphophage [60 DMG, 20 [color=green]Lifedrain[/color]]
2: Cannon > Rampaging Snorgmorphophage [40 DMG]
3: Shotgun > Rampaging Snorgmorphophage [50 DMG, Spread1]
4: Autododge
Sigs
Data Influx: Ready!
Data Vampirism: Just used. Ready... in a while...
Fluctuating Nature: Aimed towards Snorg.
Fluctuating Nature v2: n/a
Chips
Cannon: 40 damage. Accuracy: A
Cannon: 40 damage. Accuracy: A
Shotgun: 50 damage + spread 1. Accuracy: A
Shotgun: 50 damage + spread 1. Accuracy: A
Heatshot: 40 damage + spread 1. Accuracy: A Element: Fire
Heatshot: 40 damage + spread 1. Accuracy: A Element: Fire
Vulcan2: 10 damage x5 + spread 1. Accuracy: A
Airshot2: 30 damage and strong knockback. Accuracy: A
Wideshot: 60 + Wide Attack. Accuracy: A Element: Aqua
Rageclaw: 40 damage slashing, 20 impacting. Accuracy: B
BigHammer: 160 damage + Impact + Break. Accuracy: B
Dash Attack: 90 damage + Impact. Accuracy: C
Flameline1: 70 + 3 targets. Accuracy: B Element: Fire
AirRaid1: Summon 100 HP FighterPlane (Flying) [50 + Impact] [10x10 shots] Accuracy: A Duration: 3 turns
Areagrab: Teleports to another location on terrain. +1 Accuracy.
Hit it with your absorb attack, and I'll give you a few chips, Ceres ordered, slotting in two of his last five chips as he did so. Cannon and Shotgun coming your way.
Fair enough, Enigma coughed, and then turned back to face the Snorgmorphophage. Narrowing his eyes, he began siphoning off what was left of his data into a small orb, and it shaped itself as it did so. Within a matter of seconds, a purple bottle had formed itself in front of Enigma, sparking and making all of the weird motions that Enigma's data bits make. And, on the front of the bottle was a large, commercial logo: "VICKS." I hope you like NyQuil, Enigma grinned, sending the bottle of cold medicine flying at the Snorgmorphophage, and when it got close, it exploded, showering the beast in purple liquid. What was left of the liquid sped back to Enigma, healing him as well.
I hope you get some better catch phrases, Ceres added, rolling his eyes. Now hit it some more, would you?
Not the time for that, Enigma grunted, and then carefully aimed the Cannon at the Snorgmorphophage's... eye cavities? Whatever it saw out of, anyways. The blue shot sped towards the snot beast menacingly, and before it could hit, a Shotgun was already fired, aimed for the same place; soon enough, many, many blue bursts were going to meet the Snorgmorphophage with some nasty noises. Jesus, if that doesn't kill it... Enigma grumbled, backpedaling a bit to get a good look at what the enraged, sped-up XIII would.
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Enigma.EXE
HP: 20 [+20]
1: Data Vampirism > Rampaging Snorgmorphophage [60 DMG, 20 [color=green]Lifedrain[/color]]
2: Cannon > Rampaging Snorgmorphophage [40 DMG]
3: Shotgun > Rampaging Snorgmorphophage [50 DMG, Spread1]
4: Autododge
Sigs
Data Influx: Ready!
Data Vampirism: Just used. Ready... in a while...
Fluctuating Nature: Aimed towards Snorg.
Fluctuating Nature v2: n/a
Chips
Heatshot: 40 damage + spread 1. Accuracy: A Element: Fire Airshot2: 30 damage and strong knockback. Accuracy: A Rageclaw: 40 damage slashing, 20 impacting. Accuracy: B