Tennisman held out his racket and gave it a quick test swing. This next attack would test its limits and he wanted to be as prepared as possible.
"Sword." Tennisman said.
Desmond had already readied the sword just seconds earlier and the chip data downloaded instantly at the request. The racket took in the code and transformed; a bladed edge tapered around the circular face, turning it into more of a round axe than a sword. It retained its general shape and flat face, but was now sharp enough to cleave a virus in two with a single swing. Tennisman swiped the racket again through the air. It sliced cleanly, giving no resistance. He hoped this would work.
"Boomerang." Tennisman said next.
"What?" Desmond asked, "You haven't even used the sword yet! What are you doing?"
Tennisman took in a breath and imagined the path his attack would follow. Desmond had still not yet slotted in the chip but the wait wasn't long. The Boomerang chip data downloaded but queued up with the Sword's. It refused to compile alongside the separate data.
Do it.
He forced the data in. The bladed sheen of the edge started to charge with a green aura. It fluctuated, resisting Tennisman's efforts all the while. He strained to force the data into the small vessel that was his racket.
Go!
The final remnants of the chip data finished installing and had given an entirely new weapon. Bands of green data twirled around the frame, constantly generated from nowhere and disappearing into nothing. He stared at it in awe and knew that it wouldn't last. He had to use it before it expired or destroyed his racket altogether.
He sighed and focussed his aim. Raising the racket back as if to strike with it, he kept the data inside with sheer force of will. The Boomerang energy pulsed out, begging to be released but Tennisman denied it. He installed one final security measure to keep both chips in check before he swung it forward, like he had done so many times before.
...And let go.
The leathery grip left his hand and spun out in a spiral pattern. The Sword-enhanced edge cycled around, theatening to cut through all that opposed it while the Boomerang kept the entire body of the racket spinning through the air. It spun towards the Dragrin with unmatched ferocity.
"Desmond, Guard," Tennisman called out and pointed to a Viney, "Deuce, move me up."
"This better work." Deuce replied.
A large yellow shield appeared in front of Tennisman. He gripped it tightly and ducked behind it. Deuce projected a weak field that wrapped around him and shot him forwards. His feet slid along the ground, kicking up a trail of loose grass. From the side, he could see his racket coming around. He was afraid he wouldn't make it. The field disengaged and he broke into a sprint. There were only a few more steps to his target. The racket turned and headed straight for him.
Just as planned.
He hoped the shield would be enough for this and turned it to face the second Dragrin's predicted position. He held his Guard fast and felt the sudden clash of his own attack hit the shield. It cracked and disappeared after serving its purpose allowing Tennisman to see the shockwave make its way to the virus. Meanwhile the racket had been deflected up, the Boomerang data completely spent. A reflective sheen indicated the Sword was still active meaning he had to catch it right or suffer a painful consequence. He reached for the sky with an open palm and made a fist. The comfortable grip of his racket reuninted with his fingers and the Viney was right in front of him.
Tennisman smiled at his fortune and brought the bladed edge down on the bulbous head of the virus.
"Oh shi-" Desmond said.
Deuce was also similarly stunned for once.
1 - Sword
2 - Boomerang + Sword combo to DragrinC and others (80/60/80+60 damage)
3 - Guard deflect Boomerang Sword damage to DragrinB (60 damage)
4 - Sword VineyA (80 damage)
Deuce - Gust Tennisman forward after Guard
Do they have tennis courts here?
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With a massive sword-boomerang combo, Tennisman tears through the virus ranks, deleting a Viney, a Dragrin, and seriously wounding a second Dragrin. The Dragrin falls, then, to the reflected blast, and the Viney to the wrath of his sword.
But alas, Tennisman, for all of his preparation, is unprepared for the serpentine vines that erupt from beneath his feet, thanks to the last enemy! Bound in place, he must fight his way out!
VineyA: DELETED
VineyB: DELETED
VineyC: DELETED
VineyEX: 120 HP
BeetankA: DELETED
BeetankB: DELETED
BeetankC: DELETED
DragrinA: DELETED
DragrinB: DELETED
DragrinC: DELETED
Terrain: 68% Grass 32% Poison (middle of the field)
Tennisman: 150 HP <Bound! -2 Actions!>
Deuce: 45 HP
But alas, Tennisman, for all of his preparation, is unprepared for the serpentine vines that erupt from beneath his feet, thanks to the last enemy! Bound in place, he must fight his way out!
VineyA: DELETED
VineyB: DELETED
VineyC: DELETED
VineyEX: 120 HP
BeetankA: DELETED
BeetankB: DELETED
BeetankC: DELETED
DragrinA: DELETED
DragrinB: DELETED
DragrinC: DELETED
Terrain: 68% Grass 32% Poison (middle of the field)
Tennisman: 150 HP <Bound! -2 Actions!>
Deuce: 45 HP
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"I... Missed one..." Tennisman said as he felt the life being crushed from him.
These vines were much stronger and faster than the ones that had attacked him before and this time he had even less space to move. They had caught him by surprise and after he had expended too much energy to defend himself no less. However, there was at least one upside; his racket was still sharp. He flexed his wrist up slightly and the edge of the face sliced through a few vines cleanly but it wasn't enough. More tendrils quickly replaced them and undid what little progress he had accomplished in the blink of an eye.
He exhaled and he felt the pressure increase around his chest. He couldn't inhale anymore. It looked bad but Tennisman just kept making small cuts to free a part of his arm. He jabbed the racket out and managed to kill the vines that restricted his arm. More sprouts grew to replace them but Tennisman was faster. A few more wild hacks and his leg was freed. He was soon able to take in a breath and it wasn't long until he fell to the ground, safe again for the moment.
The virus's main body returned and looked at Tennisman with a soulless stare. Tennisman could see it was about to attack again when a tennis ball shot out at its head. It and Tennisman turned to see Deuce floating close by mumbling something.
"Mun... chu..." He said as he approached.
Tennisman couldn't waste this opportunity. He pushed himself off the ground and dashed at the Viney like a sprinter at the starting line. He held his racket-axe with one hand and reached for the Viney's head with the other. Two swings were all he could muster, having been drained by its attack. He hacked at its neck with two quick chops and fell back to a safer distance. His breaths were quick and fast.
1 - bound
2 - bound
3 - Sword VineyEX (80 damage)
4 - Sword VineyEX (80 damage)
Deuce - Attack VineyEX (10 damage)
These vines were much stronger and faster than the ones that had attacked him before and this time he had even less space to move. They had caught him by surprise and after he had expended too much energy to defend himself no less. However, there was at least one upside; his racket was still sharp. He flexed his wrist up slightly and the edge of the face sliced through a few vines cleanly but it wasn't enough. More tendrils quickly replaced them and undid what little progress he had accomplished in the blink of an eye.
He exhaled and he felt the pressure increase around his chest. He couldn't inhale anymore. It looked bad but Tennisman just kept making small cuts to free a part of his arm. He jabbed the racket out and managed to kill the vines that restricted his arm. More sprouts grew to replace them but Tennisman was faster. A few more wild hacks and his leg was freed. He was soon able to take in a breath and it wasn't long until he fell to the ground, safe again for the moment.
The virus's main body returned and looked at Tennisman with a soulless stare. Tennisman could see it was about to attack again when a tennis ball shot out at its head. It and Tennisman turned to see Deuce floating close by mumbling something.
"Mun... chu..." He said as he approached.
Tennisman couldn't waste this opportunity. He pushed himself off the ground and dashed at the Viney like a sprinter at the starting line. He held his racket-axe with one hand and reached for the Viney's head with the other. Two swings were all he could muster, having been drained by its attack. He hacked at its neck with two quick chops and fell back to a safer distance. His breaths were quick and fast.
1 - bound
2 - bound
3 - Sword VineyEX (80 damage)
4 - Sword VineyEX (80 damage)
Deuce - Attack VineyEX (10 damage)
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HACK! SLASH!
Extreeeeeeeme navi swordsmanship, or axemanship, brings the green virus to a saladlike end.
VineyA: DELETED
VineyB: DELETED
VineyC: DELETED
VineyEX: DELETED
BeetankA: DELETED
BeetankB: DELETED
BeetankC: DELETED
DragrinA: DELETED
DragrinB: DELETED
DragrinC: DELETED
Terrain: 68% Grass 32% Poison (middle of the field)
Tennisman: 150 HP
Deuce: 45 HP
-Victory!-
Prizes: 1100z, DoubleBomb, 14 Bugfrags
Extreeeeeeeme navi swordsmanship, or axemanship, brings the green virus to a saladlike end.
VineyA: DELETED
VineyB: DELETED
VineyC: DELETED
VineyEX: DELETED
BeetankA: DELETED
BeetankB: DELETED
BeetankC: DELETED
DragrinA: DELETED
DragrinB: DELETED
DragrinC: DELETED
Terrain: 68% Grass 32% Poison (middle of the field)
Tennisman: 150 HP
Deuce: 45 HP
-Victory!-
Prizes: 1100
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((WOOOOO LEVEL 10 GET!))
The threat was over and the battle routine had finished. Tennisman relaxed and sheathed his racket on his back again. Deuce had taken it upon himself to cleanse the area of the remaining bugfrags and Desmond complimented Tennisman on his performance while adding some other 'words of wisdom'. Tennisman filtered it all out and focussed on himself. Something had changed inside of him after this battle. He felt stronger and more in control. Perhaps that's why he was able to combine the two conflicting chips together. The unfamiliar energy that bolstered his attacks felt more comfortable to him and he wanted to test it out.
"..ty sure that'll come in handy. Are you listening?" Desmond continued.
Tennisman snapped out of his trance and shook his head but walked anyways. Deuce finished his meal hastily and caught up.
"That was sooo sweet. Hey, maybe we can hit something bigger next time." He said, "You know. If you don't feel like a pu-"
Desmond interrupted, "Why don't you listen? I was saying there's probably a good use for the new chip and wh..."
The sound of his operator's voice faded from his mind again as Tennisman concentrated on trying to harness the power in his open palm. He thought he could see a faint glow and anticipated something interesting to come in his next fight.
((Battle 5))
The threat was over and the battle routine had finished. Tennisman relaxed and sheathed his racket on his back again. Deuce had taken it upon himself to cleanse the area of the remaining bugfrags and Desmond complimented Tennisman on his performance while adding some other 'words of wisdom'. Tennisman filtered it all out and focussed on himself. Something had changed inside of him after this battle. He felt stronger and more in control. Perhaps that's why he was able to combine the two conflicting chips together. The unfamiliar energy that bolstered his attacks felt more comfortable to him and he wanted to test it out.
"..ty sure that'll come in handy. Are you listening?" Desmond continued.
Tennisman snapped out of his trance and shook his head but walked anyways. Deuce finished his meal hastily and caught up.
"That was sooo sweet. Hey, maybe we can hit something bigger next time." He said, "You know. If you don't feel like a pu-"
Desmond interrupted, "Why don't you listen? I was saying there's probably a good use for the new chip and wh..."
The sound of his operator's voice faded from his mind again as Tennisman concentrated on trying to harness the power in his open palm. He thought he could see a faint glow and anticipated something interesting to come in his next fight.
((Battle 5))
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Tennisman walks along, coming to a large chunk of normal terrain. Sitting in the middle of it is some odd little furball and three Applesamu. The furball short, with tiny limbs, and weird, cat-like ears pointing straight up. Being three on one it doesn't look good for him. That is, until he moves forward, picks up one of the viruses and.... eats it. The other two look surprised and take a step back, before getting into fighting poses. Of course, a second later another one gets consumed. The last one panics and tries to run, but the furball moves forward pretty fast considering its small legs. It then starts wandering around. After a little bit of aimless walking, it spots Tennisman. What does this little critter hold in store for the navi?
Furball: 800
Tennisman: 150 HP
Deuce: 45 HP
Terrain: 100% Normal
Furball: 800
Tennisman: 150 HP
Deuce: 45 HP
Terrain: 100% Normal
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"The apple guys are called App-" Desmond said before the first virus disappeared into the Furball's mouth.
Tennisman stepped back and unsheathed his racket. He could already tell this wasn't going to be a normal battle. After the second virus was devoured, he began to plan a strategy. It was able to eat viruses whole, making object-oriented attacks a bad idea. He ruled out ringlog and his bomb chips, opting for faster gun-type chips. It wasn't a certainty, so firing a full volley was also out of the question.
Tennisman backed away slowly, and requested his first chip, "Heatshot."
The pain in his arm had completely subsided and he felt he could use them again. The gun's frame overlaid his hand and wrist, up to his forearm. With the racket still held firmly in his other hand, he knelt and stabbed it into the ground.
"Court Change." He said quietly.
Small sprouts appeared in a large rectangular pattern beneath himself and the Furball. The green carpet continued to thicken until a lush patch of fresh grass outlined their battleground. The edge was further defined by a thin white line that gave it the look of a tennis court. Tennisman felt more in his element. He cocked his gun with his free wrist, still holding onto his racket and continued to back away.
He locked the reticle onto his target and began to charge the gun. His innate energies infused themselves into the Heatshot round, reinforcing it well beyond its original capacity. This would hopefully put a dent in its furry hide.
A voice from behind him spoke, "...What is that?"
Deuce!
In his excitement, Tennisman had forgotten about his support program hovering behind him. Deuce wasn't that much larger than the apple viruses that had just been eaten and it was easily a possibility that he could be eaten as well. This wasn't part of his original plan. Tennisman wasted no more time in holding back his attack and fired. The kick from the recoil pushed him back one full step and blazed over the grassy field. It wasn't out of control nor did he feel drained but it would take a moment to do it again. Meanwhile, Deuce had already begun acting on his own, trying to draw in the furball with his tractor beam.
"You know what? I don't care because I MUNNA EET CHU!" He cried out loudly.
"NO!" Tennisman yelled, his voice booming over Deuce's, "PUSH IT BACK."
"WHAT!?" Deuce yelled back.
"STOP YELLING!" Desmond screamed, trumping both of their collective voices.
Tennisman pointed his hand over to the furball's location and said, "That creature consumed those viruses instantly. That is well beyond your capabilities. Keep it out of range until we know what we are dealing with."
Deuce mumbled a reply and relented, firing a kind of repulsor beam at the thing instead. Tennisman turned to face his opponent again and held his racket tightly with both hands. He had no plans to attack yet but waited to see what it would do first.
1 - Court Change (grass)
2 - Heatshot (40 damage + spread 1) x2? + 15 damage untapped potential
3 - dodge
4 - dodge
Deuce - Gust Furball back/away after Heatshot
Tennisman stepped back and unsheathed his racket. He could already tell this wasn't going to be a normal battle. After the second virus was devoured, he began to plan a strategy. It was able to eat viruses whole, making object-oriented attacks a bad idea. He ruled out ringlog and his bomb chips, opting for faster gun-type chips. It wasn't a certainty, so firing a full volley was also out of the question.
Tennisman backed away slowly, and requested his first chip, "Heatshot."
The pain in his arm had completely subsided and he felt he could use them again. The gun's frame overlaid his hand and wrist, up to his forearm. With the racket still held firmly in his other hand, he knelt and stabbed it into the ground.
"Court Change." He said quietly.
Small sprouts appeared in a large rectangular pattern beneath himself and the Furball. The green carpet continued to thicken until a lush patch of fresh grass outlined their battleground. The edge was further defined by a thin white line that gave it the look of a tennis court. Tennisman felt more in his element. He cocked his gun with his free wrist, still holding onto his racket and continued to back away.
He locked the reticle onto his target and began to charge the gun. His innate energies infused themselves into the Heatshot round, reinforcing it well beyond its original capacity. This would hopefully put a dent in its furry hide.
A voice from behind him spoke, "...What is that?"
Deuce!
In his excitement, Tennisman had forgotten about his support program hovering behind him. Deuce wasn't that much larger than the apple viruses that had just been eaten and it was easily a possibility that he could be eaten as well. This wasn't part of his original plan. Tennisman wasted no more time in holding back his attack and fired. The kick from the recoil pushed him back one full step and blazed over the grassy field. It wasn't out of control nor did he feel drained but it would take a moment to do it again. Meanwhile, Deuce had already begun acting on his own, trying to draw in the furball with his tractor beam.
"You know what? I don't care because I MUNNA EET CHU!" He cried out loudly.
"NO!" Tennisman yelled, his voice booming over Deuce's, "PUSH IT BACK."
"WHAT!?" Deuce yelled back.
"STOP YELLING!" Desmond screamed, trumping both of their collective voices.
Tennisman pointed his hand over to the furball's location and said, "That creature consumed those viruses instantly. That is well beyond your capabilities. Keep it out of range until we know what we are dealing with."
Deuce mumbled a reply and relented, firing a kind of repulsor beam at the thing instead. Tennisman turned to face his opponent again and held his racket tightly with both hands. He had no plans to attack yet but waited to see what it would do first.
1 - Court Change (grass)
2 - Heatshot (40 damage + spread 1) x2? + 15 damage untapped potential
3 - dodge
4 - dodge
Deuce - Gust Furball back/away after Heatshot
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Tennisman's grass terrain manages to stretch out just far enough to place itself beneath the furball. He then shoots it with a heatshot. The thing closes its eyes and with a grunt, shakes its head, as if trying to shake off the pain experienced. Deuce then starts pushing the thing away. It tries to walk forward, but in a minute, figures out that there is some sort of force pushing it away. It seemed smart enough to realize that the force is being concentrated like a beam, thus a second later, it leaps over the repulsar beam and lands in between Tennisman and Deuce, looking at the smaller of the two.
Furball: 720
Tennisman: 150 HP
Deuce: 45 HP
Terrain: 62% Normal 38% Grass
Furball: 720
Tennisman: 150 HP
Deuce: 45 HP
Terrain: 62% Normal 38% Grass
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((I think there should be an additional 15 damage from the last turn))
A look of surprise and horror flashed across Tennisman's face as he realized he was right; the furry creature was indeed after Deuce. Deuce's dome flared up in a boastful display, apparently not sharing Tennisman's concern.
"Get him out of there!" Desmond said.
Tennisman recalled how he had brought Deuce online and called up a similar deactivating protocol. There wasn't much time for him to act.
"COME ON! LET'S G-" Deuce managed to utter before disappearing in a pillar of light.
"Heatshot and Windracket." Tennisman said.
With only one other target available, the creature would undoubtedly turn its attention towards him next. Tennisman loaded up his arm cannon with another fiery round and shot it immediately. At this close range, taking careful aim wasn't as much of a priority but it also put him in danger of a counter. His arm cannon had already begun to revert as the next chip took over his racket. Gripping the handle tightly with both hands, he swung his racket at the Furball in a wide fanning motion. The chip data bolstered the attack with a strong gust that shedded up what little burnt grass remained in front of him.
"Back up!" Desmond suggested.
Tennisman nodded and leapt back to distance himself. He wondered what other attacks his opponent had other than devouring things. He guessed it would shoot its hair in a spray of needles or potentially roll at him. There was no telling what it would do but he was especially wary of those types of attacks.
At least Deuce is out of harm's way.
1 - Unsummon Deuce
2 - Heatshot (40 damage + spread 1) x2?
3 - Windracket (100 damage + knockback) + 15 damage U.P.
4 - dodge
A look of surprise and horror flashed across Tennisman's face as he realized he was right; the furry creature was indeed after Deuce. Deuce's dome flared up in a boastful display, apparently not sharing Tennisman's concern.
"Get him out of there!" Desmond said.
Tennisman recalled how he had brought Deuce online and called up a similar deactivating protocol. There wasn't much time for him to act.
"COME ON! LET'S G-" Deuce managed to utter before disappearing in a pillar of light.
"Heatshot and Windracket." Tennisman said.
With only one other target available, the creature would undoubtedly turn its attention towards him next. Tennisman loaded up his arm cannon with another fiery round and shot it immediately. At this close range, taking careful aim wasn't as much of a priority but it also put him in danger of a counter. His arm cannon had already begun to revert as the next chip took over his racket. Gripping the handle tightly with both hands, he swung his racket at the Furball in a wide fanning motion. The chip data bolstered the attack with a strong gust that shedded up what little burnt grass remained in front of him.
"Back up!" Desmond suggested.
Tennisman nodded and leapt back to distance himself. He wondered what other attacks his opponent had other than devouring things. He guessed it would shoot its hair in a spray of needles or potentially roll at him. There was no telling what it would do but he was especially wary of those types of attacks.
At least Deuce is out of harm's way.
1 - Unsummon Deuce
2 - Heatshot (40 damage + spread 1) x2?
3 - Windracket (100 damage + knockback) + 15 damage U.P.
4 - dodge
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Tennisman forces his SP to retreat and then hits the critter with another heatshot. He then moved in to slam the twerpy thing with his racket though right before he got in range, the furball decides to eat part of the floor, dropping Tennisman into a hole. He then walks up to Tennisman and, deciding that he's too large to eat, licks him instead.
Furball: 625 (SP: 4)
Tennisman: 130 HP (Hole, 1 action to get out)
Deuce: RAN!!!!!!
Terrain: 62% Normal 38% Grass
Furball: 625 (SP: 4)
Tennisman: 130 HP (Hole, 1 action to get out)
Deuce: RAN!!!!!!
Terrain: 62% Normal 38% Grass
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What!?
Out of every conceivable move Tennisman had predicted, this wasn't even on the list. He stumbled forward and tried to stop but his momentum carried him too far forward too fast and was sucked into the vacuum his Windracket had inadvertently created. In a stroke of luck, he managed to grab the edge of the opposite side and avoid falling into the sudden ditch, but this also unfortunately left him at the mercy of the Furball.
"Frig! Move!" Desmond blurted out.
The Furball leaned in close with an open mouth and Tennisman closed his eyes at the though of losing an arm to the strange creature. However, the only sensation he felt was the wet sloshing of its tongue. Not the he wasn't relieved but the wet feeling quickly made a turn for the worse and suddenly burned. It took all of his focus to maintain his grip on the edge without falling in.
"Urghh... KUNAI." He called out.
Although he was still holding his racket, a trio of sharp blades appeared clenched between his fingers. Tennisman tossed his arm over the edge and loosened his grip just enough to launch the knives at the thing hovering over him. It only took a little more energy to climb back up, supported by both his arms.
"Nice!" said Desmond, "I picked up this chip before! It should help!"
The chip loaded but there was no change in Tennisman. Instead, another three sharp objects descended from the sky without warning. They looked like stalagtites but there was no discernible ceiling for them to fall from. They were small but crashed into the ground hard.
"Keep it going! Use your Ace Serve!" Desmond suggested next.
Tennisman nodded and took up his signature serving stance. Four more projectiles were juggled into the air and launched at the Furball. Despite the successive attacks, this thing wasn't slowing down. How much more could it endure and how much could Tennisman actually put out?
"Desmond," Tennisman asked, "How much health does it have remaining?"
1 - Kunai1 (3 x 30 damage + slashing)
2 - get out of hole
3 - AquaNeedle (3 x 20 damage)
4 - Ace Serve (4 x 20 damage)
Out of every conceivable move Tennisman had predicted, this wasn't even on the list. He stumbled forward and tried to stop but his momentum carried him too far forward too fast and was sucked into the vacuum his Windracket had inadvertently created. In a stroke of luck, he managed to grab the edge of the opposite side and avoid falling into the sudden ditch, but this also unfortunately left him at the mercy of the Furball.
"Frig! Move!" Desmond blurted out.
The Furball leaned in close with an open mouth and Tennisman closed his eyes at the though of losing an arm to the strange creature. However, the only sensation he felt was the wet sloshing of its tongue. Not the he wasn't relieved but the wet feeling quickly made a turn for the worse and suddenly burned. It took all of his focus to maintain his grip on the edge without falling in.
"Urghh... KUNAI." He called out.
Although he was still holding his racket, a trio of sharp blades appeared clenched between his fingers. Tennisman tossed his arm over the edge and loosened his grip just enough to launch the knives at the thing hovering over him. It only took a little more energy to climb back up, supported by both his arms.
"Nice!" said Desmond, "I picked up this chip before! It should help!"
The chip loaded but there was no change in Tennisman. Instead, another three sharp objects descended from the sky without warning. They looked like stalagtites but there was no discernible ceiling for them to fall from. They were small but crashed into the ground hard.
"Keep it going! Use your Ace Serve!" Desmond suggested next.
Tennisman nodded and took up his signature serving stance. Four more projectiles were juggled into the air and launched at the Furball. Despite the successive attacks, this thing wasn't slowing down. How much more could it endure and how much could Tennisman actually put out?
"Desmond," Tennisman asked, "How much health does it have remaining?"
1 - Kunai1 (3 x 30 damage + slashing)
2 - get out of hole
3 - AquaNeedle (3 x 20 damage)
4 - Ace Serve (4 x 20 damage)
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As the Kunai are thrown, the furball catches one in each hand, letting only the last one hit. He then chows down on the two as Tennisman gets his butt out of the hole. Luckily for Tennisman, the furball doesn't see the next attack coming so all three of his needles hit. Of course, as he fires off his last move, the furball is reminded of meatballs, so it just opens its mouth and swallows them as they reach it.
Furball: 515 (SP: 8)
Tennisman: 130
Deuce: RAN!!!!!!
Terrain: 62% Normal 37% Grass 1% Hole
Furball: 515 (SP: 8)
Tennisman: 130
Deuce: RAN!!!!!!
Terrain: 62% Normal 37% Grass 1% Hole
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"515 left!" Desmond reported.
Considering his remaining chips and the variable success of his attacks, Tennisman wasn't sure he could win. The thing had eaten his kunais and swallowed his Ace Serve with no ill effect and he was running out of guns.
"Why don't you use a bomb?" Desmond asked, "Just serve it really hard!"
"The integrity of the bomb might not hold if I struck it with any more force than I usually..." Tennisman trailed off, "Desmond, Energybomb and Minibomb."
"I guess you have a plan." Desmond replied.
Partially inspired by Desmond's suggestion, Tennisman really hoped this plan would work. It depended heavily on the creature not being clever enough to see through his ruse but he believed its insatiable hunger would prove to be an asset. The bomb chips loaded one after another and Tennisman merely laid them down at his feet close together.
On his private channel with Desmond, he requested another chip, "Cannon."
Tennisman stepped back and gave the creature room to advance on the explosives. He loaded his buster with the Cannon round and kept a lock on the pair of bombs. If he could shoot them before the Furball reached them, it would be caught in the blast and there would be nothing left for it to eat. If he was too slow or missed, then he would be simply feeding it further. How many things had it eaten? When would it reach its capacity and what would happen if it did? He promised himself he would think about it later but all that mattered was the timing of the shot.
It was fast, but not faster than a cannon shell.
At least he hoped it wasn't.
1 - Place Energybomb (3 x 40 damage)
2 - Place Minibomb (60 damage + blast 1)
3 - Time the shot well
4 - Cannon Energybomb (40 damage)
Considering his remaining chips and the variable success of his attacks, Tennisman wasn't sure he could win. The thing had eaten his kunais and swallowed his Ace Serve with no ill effect and he was running out of guns.
"Why don't you use a bomb?" Desmond asked, "Just serve it really hard!"
"The integrity of the bomb might not hold if I struck it with any more force than I usually..." Tennisman trailed off, "Desmond, Energybomb and Minibomb."
"I guess you have a plan." Desmond replied.
Partially inspired by Desmond's suggestion, Tennisman really hoped this plan would work. It depended heavily on the creature not being clever enough to see through his ruse but he believed its insatiable hunger would prove to be an asset. The bomb chips loaded one after another and Tennisman merely laid them down at his feet close together.
On his private channel with Desmond, he requested another chip, "Cannon."
Tennisman stepped back and gave the creature room to advance on the explosives. He loaded his buster with the Cannon round and kept a lock on the pair of bombs. If he could shoot them before the Furball reached them, it would be caught in the blast and there would be nothing left for it to eat. If he was too slow or missed, then he would be simply feeding it further. How many things had it eaten? When would it reach its capacity and what would happen if it did? He promised himself he would think about it later but all that mattered was the timing of the shot.
It was fast, but not faster than a cannon shell.
At least he hoped it wasn't.
1 - Place Energybomb (3 x 40 damage)
2 - Place Minibomb (60 damage + blast 1)
3 - Time the shot well
4 - Cannon Energybomb (40 damage)
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The furball runs towards the two bombs, but as it reaches for each of them, Tennisman causes them to explode. Of course, with quick reaction time, it retracts its hand after the intial explosion of the energybomb, leaving the weapon alone to cycle through the remaining blasts. It then, oddly enough, opts not to attack and instead absorbs nutrients from the items it ate earlier, recovering a decent chunk of health.
Furball: 495 (SP: 0)
Tennisman: 130
Deuce: RAN!!!!!!
Terrain: 62% Normal 37% Grass 1% Hole
Furball: 495 (SP: 0)
Tennisman: 130
Deuce: RAN!!!!!!
Terrain: 62% Normal 37% Grass 1% Hole
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"What did it do?" Tennisman asked.
"I dunno, but it's back up to 495 health," Desmond said, "It... Healed?"
This battle was dragging on for far too long and it didn't appear it would end any time soon. Tennisman decided to go with a more agressive strategy rather than let this Furball win through a battle of attrition.
"Zapring and Sword." Tennisman said.
"You're going to rush it? What if it eats your racket?" Desmond asked.
Tennisman look down at his racket and turned it, admiring its tenacity for putting up with so many battles. The strings looked weathered and it had its fair share of scratches. As attached as he was to it, it was just a tool. It could be replaced if needed. However, these thoughts didn't make it any easier on his conscience for the risks he was about to take. He tightened his grip and hardened his resolve.
"Zapring." Tennisman said again.
He really didn't want to miss with this shot and wondered if it could eat energy as easily as it ate everything else. His arm cannon adopted a shape resembling a pair of metallic coils. A charge ran between them, sparking randomly and glowing with small arcs of electricity. The halo of lightning slowly formed and intensified. Tennisman could feel static throughout his body. If it hit, it would give him the opportunity for a few free hits. He tried not to consider the alternative as he took aim.
"Good luck..." Desmond said.
Tennisman nodded in thanks and fired, at the same time rushing forward with his racket drawn behind him. The sword chip loaded without his prompting and instantly sharpened his racket to a razor edge.
Don't miss!
1 - Zapring Furball (40 damage + stun)
2 - Sword Furball (80 damage)
3 - Sword Furball (80 damage)
4 - Sword Furball (80 damage)
"I dunno, but it's back up to 495 health," Desmond said, "It... Healed?"
This battle was dragging on for far too long and it didn't appear it would end any time soon. Tennisman decided to go with a more agressive strategy rather than let this Furball win through a battle of attrition.
"Zapring and Sword." Tennisman said.
"You're going to rush it? What if it eats your racket?" Desmond asked.
Tennisman look down at his racket and turned it, admiring its tenacity for putting up with so many battles. The strings looked weathered and it had its fair share of scratches. As attached as he was to it, it was just a tool. It could be replaced if needed. However, these thoughts didn't make it any easier on his conscience for the risks he was about to take. He tightened his grip and hardened his resolve.
"Zapring." Tennisman said again.
He really didn't want to miss with this shot and wondered if it could eat energy as easily as it ate everything else. His arm cannon adopted a shape resembling a pair of metallic coils. A charge ran between them, sparking randomly and glowing with small arcs of electricity. The halo of lightning slowly formed and intensified. Tennisman could feel static throughout his body. If it hit, it would give him the opportunity for a few free hits. He tried not to consider the alternative as he took aim.
"Good luck..." Desmond said.
Tennisman nodded in thanks and fired, at the same time rushing forward with his racket drawn behind him. The sword chip loaded without his prompting and instantly sharpened his racket to a razor edge.
Don't miss!
1 - Zapring Furball (40 damage + stun)
2 - Sword Furball (80 damage)
3 - Sword Furball (80 damage)
4 - Sword Furball (80 damage)
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The zapring connects with the twerpy enemy, freezing up its limbs for a short while. During this time, Tennisman rushes it and begins slashing at it, perhaps hoping for a quick kill. Of course, the stun doesn't last forever and after two swings, the Furball snaps out of it. With this, it then leaps at Tennisman and chomps down on his hand, delivering some pain and consuming his weapon. Now what?
Furball: 295 (SP: 1)
Tennisman: 110
Deuce: RAN!!!!!!
Terrain: 62% Normal 37% Grass 1% Hole
Furball: 295 (SP: 1)
Tennisman: 110
Deuce: RAN!!!!!!
Terrain: 62% Normal 37% Grass 1% Hole
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His hand deep inside the creature's mouth, he knew he had no choice but to let go. Tennisman ripped his arm out, scraping by its teeth and the caustic juices within. It hurt but not as much as it hurt leaving behind his treasured possession. He only hoped that he would be able to retrieve it before it was too late.
"Where's your racket?" Desmond asked.
Tennisman didn't reply but his empty hand screamed out in pain for an answer. He glared at the beast and looked at his surroundings. He was still amidst the greenery of a tennis court and could still use that to his advantage if only the thing would step onto the grass again.
"Cannon, Ringlog1 and Heatshot." Tennisman said.
"Careful, we're running low on chips." Desmond said.
Tennisman pointed his buster arm at the Furball and fired off the Cannon round. He took a step deeper into the grassy court, crossing the white boundaries that outlined the zones. Without losing his lock on the creature or his spiteful gaze, he placed the Ringlog out in front of him, trying to lure it closer.
"Wait, what are you doing? You gonna kick it or what?" Desmond said.
Tennisman rolled it back deeper into the grassy zone and loaded his Heatshot into the cannon without letting on his intentions. He tried this trick earlier with limited success. A second try might be even less likely to work but Tennisman was unsure what else he could do. It could try to devour the wide log in its entirety, but in the time it would take to eat it, he could easily fire off a Heatshot and heavily damage it. It was worth the trade in his mind. The creture had taken two direct hits from his enhanced racket and a direct Zapring. It couldn't have that much health remaining.
Throughout his planning, Tennisman couldn't help but partially mourn his racket and consider how much easier this fight might be with it back in his hands but now he had nothing: Not Deuce and not his racket. Only a wooden stump laid at his side.
"You good?" Desmond asked.
His operator was still there, sending him chips and supporting him from an invisible unknown. For now, only he and Desmond would finish this.
...Somehow
1 - Cannon (40 damage)
2 - walk onto grass and wait for Furball to approach.
3 - Ringlog1 (do not move / 50 damage fyi)
4 - Heatshot (40 damage + spread 1) x 2
"Where's your racket?" Desmond asked.
Tennisman didn't reply but his empty hand screamed out in pain for an answer. He glared at the beast and looked at his surroundings. He was still amidst the greenery of a tennis court and could still use that to his advantage if only the thing would step onto the grass again.
"Cannon, Ringlog1 and Heatshot." Tennisman said.
"Careful, we're running low on chips." Desmond said.
Tennisman pointed his buster arm at the Furball and fired off the Cannon round. He took a step deeper into the grassy court, crossing the white boundaries that outlined the zones. Without losing his lock on the creature or his spiteful gaze, he placed the Ringlog out in front of him, trying to lure it closer.
"Wait, what are you doing? You gonna kick it or what?" Desmond said.
Tennisman rolled it back deeper into the grassy zone and loaded his Heatshot into the cannon without letting on his intentions. He tried this trick earlier with limited success. A second try might be even less likely to work but Tennisman was unsure what else he could do. It could try to devour the wide log in its entirety, but in the time it would take to eat it, he could easily fire off a Heatshot and heavily damage it. It was worth the trade in his mind. The creture had taken two direct hits from his enhanced racket and a direct Zapring. It couldn't have that much health remaining.
Throughout his planning, Tennisman couldn't help but partially mourn his racket and consider how much easier this fight might be with it back in his hands but now he had nothing: Not Deuce and not his racket. Only a wooden stump laid at his side.
"You good?" Desmond asked.
His operator was still there, sending him chips and supporting him from an invisible unknown. For now, only he and Desmond would finish this.
...Somehow
1 - Cannon (40 damage)
2 - walk onto grass and wait for Furball to approach.
3 - Ringlog1 (do not move / 50 damage fyi)
4 - Heatshot (40 damage + spread 1) x 2
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The Cannon hits and does a bit of damage to the Furball. He then rolls another meal the thing's way, which it happily eats. However, as it eats, Tennisman takes advantage of its momentary pause to blast it with a Heatshot. It grunts and, looking a bit mad, it rushes Tennisman, jumps up, then crashes into his side. And what's this? Ohhh, Tennisman's paralyzed.
Furball: 175 (SP: 2)
Tennisman: 80 (stun, -1 action)
Deuce: RAN!!!!!!
Terrain: 64% Normal 35% Grass 1% Hole
Furball: 175 (SP: 2)
Tennisman: 80 (stun, -1 action)
Deuce: RAN!!!!!!
Terrain: 64% Normal 35% Grass 1% Hole
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A numbing sensation shot across Tennisman's body as the thing made contact. Thoughts and movement came to a halt as he collapsed to the ground in a heap.
"TENNISMAN!" Desmond shouted.
The voice reached a part of him that still functioned. It set off a series of other subroutines in a chain, sparking him back to consciousness. He groaned and opened his eyes wearily. The first thing he saw was the round ball of hair still close by after tackling him. He couldn't focus clearly but he only needed to know its proximity to him. He had been holding this attack back since the beginning of the battle and finally had an opportunity to use it. Though without his racket, it would be significantly more difficult to accomplish.
"Court Change." he said, pressing his open palm to the ground.
As he suspected, it was harder to interface with the base floor program without his racket acting as a conduit. He channeled the data as well as he could with just his hand. The grass began to shrivel and dry cracks split across panels like chiseled lightning. It was working. Soon, his grass court was completely replaced by an arid clay environment. Tennisman could feel himself sinking ever so slowly into the ground. He had regained much of his senses and could execute the second step.
"Windracket." Tennisman said.
"Dude, you don't have a racket." Desmond said, "How are you even gonna use it?"
"Chips are not designed for specific navis." Tennisman replied, "They adapt to their users."
Desmond tried to argue, "Yeah, but y-"
"SEND IT TO ME NOW!" Tennisman snapped furiously.
He wasn't in the mood to argue his point, especially not now. The sandy terrain kept his movements sluggish but also worked against the Furball as well. If he wasted any more time, it would definitely manage to avoid the attack. A small click on his intercom preceeded the feeling of the chip data becoming available to him. He had the chip but what could he do? It was true that the Windracket could be used by anyone but he had only ever used it in conjunction with his own racket.
What can I do now?
He wanted to channel the data into his empty hand but where would it go? What if it would simply fade away uselessly? He could almost feel the comfortable leather grip in his mind. It was so familiar to him, he could remember every little nuance down to the sounds it made. A small twirl of wind blew from his fingers.
What was that?
He recognized the feeling. It was exactly as he recalled before. The tiny gust that pressed against his hand felt like a solid grip. This was definitely possible. He forced all of the Windracket data through his palm, with his racket envisioned perfectly in his mind. The exact dimensions of it were conveyed by the invisible winds that poured continuously from nowhere. Powerful air currents shot up from his fist and circled around to form a rounded face. A few grains of sand were drawn in by the vacuum and traced the ghostly form of his Windracket. As more dust and sand were taken in, the racket acquired well-defined form of churning particles. It looked like it was made of heavy static but all that mattered to Tennisman was that he had his weapon.
"Holy crap..." Desmond said.
Tennisman whipped his arm up in a serving strike and leapt at the Furball.
"NO MORE!" Tennisman cried as he struck his Windracket into the ground, and landing hard into the ground with his knees.
The racket shape exploded outwards and blasted a wave of sand and silt at the Furball. The attack cleared away the floor, leaving behind a normal panel, albeit nearly scratched beyond recognition.
Tennisman stood up and brushed off the dust from his uniform. Once again, his hands were empty but his left hand had suffered some cosmetic damage from the uncontrolled burst.
"Is it dead?" Desmond asked, "Man, it has GOT to be dead after that."
A look of uncertainty crossed his face as Tennisman called for another chip, "Cannon."
"You're SERIOUS?" Desmond exclaimed, "Yeah okay, whatever. This is the last Cannon, okay?"
Tennisman nodded and waited for the rest of the dust to settle for the verdict.
1 - stunned
2 - Court Change (sand zone)
3 - Windracket Furball (100 damage) x2 + untapped potential (15 damage)
4 - Cannon Furball (40 damage)
"TENNISMAN!" Desmond shouted.
The voice reached a part of him that still functioned. It set off a series of other subroutines in a chain, sparking him back to consciousness. He groaned and opened his eyes wearily. The first thing he saw was the round ball of hair still close by after tackling him. He couldn't focus clearly but he only needed to know its proximity to him. He had been holding this attack back since the beginning of the battle and finally had an opportunity to use it. Though without his racket, it would be significantly more difficult to accomplish.
"Court Change." he said, pressing his open palm to the ground.
As he suspected, it was harder to interface with the base floor program without his racket acting as a conduit. He channeled the data as well as he could with just his hand. The grass began to shrivel and dry cracks split across panels like chiseled lightning. It was working. Soon, his grass court was completely replaced by an arid clay environment. Tennisman could feel himself sinking ever so slowly into the ground. He had regained much of his senses and could execute the second step.
"Windracket." Tennisman said.
"Dude, you don't have a racket." Desmond said, "How are you even gonna use it?"
"Chips are not designed for specific navis." Tennisman replied, "They adapt to their users."
Desmond tried to argue, "Yeah, but y-"
"SEND IT TO ME NOW!" Tennisman snapped furiously.
He wasn't in the mood to argue his point, especially not now. The sandy terrain kept his movements sluggish but also worked against the Furball as well. If he wasted any more time, it would definitely manage to avoid the attack. A small click on his intercom preceeded the feeling of the chip data becoming available to him. He had the chip but what could he do? It was true that the Windracket could be used by anyone but he had only ever used it in conjunction with his own racket.
What can I do now?
He wanted to channel the data into his empty hand but where would it go? What if it would simply fade away uselessly? He could almost feel the comfortable leather grip in his mind. It was so familiar to him, he could remember every little nuance down to the sounds it made. A small twirl of wind blew from his fingers.
What was that?
He recognized the feeling. It was exactly as he recalled before. The tiny gust that pressed against his hand felt like a solid grip. This was definitely possible. He forced all of the Windracket data through his palm, with his racket envisioned perfectly in his mind. The exact dimensions of it were conveyed by the invisible winds that poured continuously from nowhere. Powerful air currents shot up from his fist and circled around to form a rounded face. A few grains of sand were drawn in by the vacuum and traced the ghostly form of his Windracket. As more dust and sand were taken in, the racket acquired well-defined form of churning particles. It looked like it was made of heavy static but all that mattered to Tennisman was that he had his weapon.
"Holy crap..." Desmond said.
Tennisman whipped his arm up in a serving strike and leapt at the Furball.
"NO MORE!" Tennisman cried as he struck his Windracket into the ground, and landing hard into the ground with his knees.
The racket shape exploded outwards and blasted a wave of sand and silt at the Furball. The attack cleared away the floor, leaving behind a normal panel, albeit nearly scratched beyond recognition.
Tennisman stood up and brushed off the dust from his uniform. Once again, his hands were empty but his left hand had suffered some cosmetic damage from the uncontrolled burst.
"Is it dead?" Desmond asked, "Man, it has GOT to be dead after that."
A look of uncertainty crossed his face as Tennisman called for another chip, "Cannon."
"You're SERIOUS?" Desmond exclaimed, "Yeah okay, whatever. This is the last Cannon, okay?"
Tennisman nodded and waited for the rest of the dust to settle for the verdict.
1 - stunned
2 - Court Change (sand zone)
3 - Windracket Furball (100 damage) x2 + untapped potential (15 damage)
4 - Cannon Furball (40 damage)
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Tennisman gets moody over the loss of his sports equipment. He stands there, stunned before changing the floor to sand. Then, getting all in a huff, he collects dust into a racket, rushes the little furball, and smacks it. With the terrain being what it is, the attack is Super Effective! Furball fainted. Left behind is money.
Furball: DELETED (SP: 2)
Tennisman: 80 (stun, -1 action)
Deuce: RAN!!!!!!
Terrain: stuff
Rewards: 800z
Furball: DELETED (SP: 2)
Tennisman: 80 (stun, -1 action)
Deuce: RAN!!!!!!
Terrain: stuff
Rewards: 800z