As a result of Tennisman's panel changing tactics, an unexpected opportunity presented itself. The enormous viral entity crashed through the fragile ground and managed to trap one of its feet in a hole. Considering a broken panel was usually enough to house a single virus, Tennisman had one thought.
I am going to need a bigger hole.
But fortunately, Deuce's efforts had successfully blinded the giant and it was essentially immobile for the time being. The time to strike was now.
"Pickpocket." Desmond said.
Tennisman was appalled, "Again? We should attack with the strongest chips in our folder while we still have the chance!"
Desmond hummed, "Mmm... Nah, Pickpocket's good."
It was hard for him to take, but ultimately Tennisman had to comply with his operator's decision. He swallowed his pride and nodded, hoping to get a better chip later.
The Pickpocket loaded and compiled into the masked raccoon faster than usual. Tennisman rationalized its graphical data had likely been stored somewhere in the PET's cache. It looked up at him adoringly and wiggled its nose, waiting for orders. The Metool's body was incredibly large and picking a target wasn't so easy. The main body was kept a fair distance up from the ground and the left foot was surrounded by a pit of broken glass. However, its right foot was needed to maintain support and leverage. It was the least mobile of any of its other body parts.
Tennisman pointed at the toe of the foot, "There."
The raccoon darted forward at the order, scampering in tiny arcs but suddenly hit a snag as soon as it entered the glassy surface surrounding its target. Tennisman watched curiously as his would-be thief began to run irregularly to the sound of high-pitched squeeks. Its claws scratched up the glass but it was practically no longer in control of its speed. Carried by its initial momentum, the little pickpocket flailed as it slid over the glass and spun a full circle before coming to a stop in front of the Metool's shoe.
"Didn't see that coming..." Desmond said.
"I'd give it 3," Deuce said, "3 seconds before it gets crushed."
Tennisman realized his support program was right. The raccoon was just as vulnerable as the Metool on the glass and he needed to cover it. There was no time to wait for chips but he still had one ace up his sleeve and it was a powerful one.
"Ace Serve." Tennisman called as he smashed 4 balls at the Met's face.
The sound of more squeeking caught his attention before Tennisman realized that his pickpocket was returning. It had a slow start-up on the sleek surface but it was picking up speed and coming back.
"The leg is clear, Minibomb it and trap its other leg!" Desmond said.
It wasn't all that powerful but if the plan worked, it would buy him even more time. He tossed up the Minibomb, aimed at the right foot where his companion had been, and let loose a devastating swing. The bomb barely retained its integrity and resisted exploding before striking the ground.
"Glass shards!" Desmond pointed out.
There was no time to react. He shielded his face with his arms and braced himself for the worst. Instead, a large yellow Guard appeared in front of him, casting a long shadow over his body.
"Phew!" Desmond sighed, "Gotcha covered!"
Tennisman let out a similar sigh of relief and passed his operator a small salute. His attention was diverted down at his feet and he looked to see his pickpocket back safe and sound. He knelt and tended to it to see what it had managed to retrieve.
1 - PickPocket1 |\/|3700|_ (steal zenny or chip)
2 - Ace Serve |\/|3700|_ (4 x 30 damage)
3 - Minibomb |\/|3700|_ right foot (60 damage + blast 1) + untapped potential (15 damage)
4 - Guard1 (60 reflect)
Deuce - dodge
Do they have tennis courts here?
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Struggling blindly against its restraints, the giant Metool thrashed further as the Pickpocket went up to steal a piece of data from it and returned with...
A Shock Wave, hm, not bad.
Though, at that point, Metzilla shook off the sand and took its left foot out of the hole and lifted its pickaxe, preparing to slam it into the ground, when Tennisman whacked it in the face with his Ace Serve. The monstrosity stumbled back a bit, roared angrily and started moving as fast as possible toward Tennisman admist the sand.
The sportsman did not relent, he blasted a Minibomb at the virus' other leg, stalling it for a moment, but it kept charging.
Tennisman threw up a Guard, and the Metool edged ever closer.
|\/|3700|_: 1635 HP (Charging!)
Terrain: 50% Normal, 25% Hole (Near the edges, and ahead a bit), 25% Glass.
Tennisman.exe: 140 [Guard1] (PP: Shock Wave)
Deuce: 50
A Shock Wave, hm, not bad.
Though, at that point, Metzilla shook off the sand and took its left foot out of the hole and lifted its pickaxe, preparing to slam it into the ground, when Tennisman whacked it in the face with his Ace Serve. The monstrosity stumbled back a bit, roared angrily and started moving as fast as possible toward Tennisman admist the sand.
The sportsman did not relent, he blasted a Minibomb at the virus' other leg, stalling it for a moment, but it kept charging.
Tennisman threw up a Guard, and the Metool edged ever closer.
|\/|3700|_: 1635 HP (Charging!)
Terrain: 50% Normal, 25% Hole (Near the edges, and ahead a bit), 25% Glass.
Tennisman.exe: 140 [Guard1] (PP: Shock Wave)
Deuce: 50
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"It brought back something?" Desmond asked.
In the little pickpocket's mouth was indeed a small packet of green data in the shape of a crystal, barely held together at the ends. It raised its tiny head up as well as it could, allowing Tennisman to access it.
"This is..." Tennisman said as he analyzed it, "...Chip data?"
"WHAT?" Desmond shouted, "IT STOLE CHIP DATA? IT CAN DO THAT!?"
The crystal began to shatter but Tennisman's analysis was already complete and the information had been saved. Between his fingers, pixels of data leaked through and fell apart, fading away. Soon the green block had completely disappeared along with the Pickpocket, having completed its task.
"Got it!" Desmond said, "Uhh... It's a Shockwave!"
A sudden rumbling alerted Tennisman to the giant Metool, who had broken out into a charge. The sight was terrifying and at the same time unimaginable, like being bullrushed by a mountain. He stood in awe of his aggressor for a moment before thinking about what could possibly stop it from crushing him underfoot. But it was too late; Panic set in and he could do nothing but stagger back and stare.
When all seemed lost, the comforting voice of his operator chimed in, "Here! Use a Ringlog!"
"What?" Tennisman asked, dumbfounded.
Desmond sounded as desperate as Tennisman was feeling, "We've never had to fight anything this big. Maybe you can make it slip with the log like a banana peel! I DUNNO!! DEUCE! Help him out!"
There was nothing to lose and the navi quickly complied by timing his attack and watching the giant steps of the Metool as it drew closer. It took every ounce of willpower to resist the instinct to run for his life, but he had to time this perfectly or risk total failure and deletion.
Right foot... Left foot... RIGHT!
He kicked it quickly, taking into account its speed and also the impact of the yellow shoe as it descended. Deuce assisted in the endeavor by firing a repulsor bolt at its head to push it off balance. The rush from going on the counter-offensive renewed his sense of battle.
"Slot-in! Doublebomb and Lilbomb! Break up more of that glass!" Desmond said.
A pair of small bombs filled his clip, pushing his default tennis balls higher up. Power surged in his racket arm and instilled him with a burst of speed. He followed through with his instincts and smashed both bombs down into the panels ahead, sending a concussive burst through the ground. The glass panels shattered under the explosions, spraying bursts of razor sharp shards straight up and under the epic-sized virus.
"NICE" Desmond cheered, "Keep aiming at its right foot!"
Tennisman only realized it now but he had been subconsciously targetting the behemoth's right side for the most part. Perhaps trying to hit its body was too monumental a task for him to process and having a relatively smaller point of focus was easier. In any case, he felt obligated to continue his chain of attacks and served his third bomb into the floor as well.
There was no guarantee that any of his tactics were working and he prepared himself to jump away but considering his opponent's size, it would have to be one hell of a leap.
1 - Ringlog1 |\/|3700|_ under right foot (50 damage) + 15 damage untapped potential
2 - DublBomb |\/|3700|_ both feet (2 x 20 damage + blast 2)
3 - Lilbomb |\/|3700|_ right foot (50 damage + blast 2)
4 - dodge
Deuce - Gust |\/|3700|_ combo with Ringlog1 to try and trip.
In the little pickpocket's mouth was indeed a small packet of green data in the shape of a crystal, barely held together at the ends. It raised its tiny head up as well as it could, allowing Tennisman to access it.
"This is..." Tennisman said as he analyzed it, "...Chip data?"
"WHAT?" Desmond shouted, "IT STOLE CHIP DATA? IT CAN DO THAT!?"
The crystal began to shatter but Tennisman's analysis was already complete and the information had been saved. Between his fingers, pixels of data leaked through and fell apart, fading away. Soon the green block had completely disappeared along with the Pickpocket, having completed its task.
"Got it!" Desmond said, "Uhh... It's a Shockwave!"
A sudden rumbling alerted Tennisman to the giant Metool, who had broken out into a charge. The sight was terrifying and at the same time unimaginable, like being bullrushed by a mountain. He stood in awe of his aggressor for a moment before thinking about what could possibly stop it from crushing him underfoot. But it was too late; Panic set in and he could do nothing but stagger back and stare.
When all seemed lost, the comforting voice of his operator chimed in, "Here! Use a Ringlog!"
"What?" Tennisman asked, dumbfounded.
Desmond sounded as desperate as Tennisman was feeling, "We've never had to fight anything this big. Maybe you can make it slip with the log like a banana peel! I DUNNO!! DEUCE! Help him out!"
There was nothing to lose and the navi quickly complied by timing his attack and watching the giant steps of the Metool as it drew closer. It took every ounce of willpower to resist the instinct to run for his life, but he had to time this perfectly or risk total failure and deletion.
Right foot... Left foot... RIGHT!
He kicked it quickly, taking into account its speed and also the impact of the yellow shoe as it descended. Deuce assisted in the endeavor by firing a repulsor bolt at its head to push it off balance. The rush from going on the counter-offensive renewed his sense of battle.
"Slot-in! Doublebomb and Lilbomb! Break up more of that glass!" Desmond said.
A pair of small bombs filled his clip, pushing his default tennis balls higher up. Power surged in his racket arm and instilled him with a burst of speed. He followed through with his instincts and smashed both bombs down into the panels ahead, sending a concussive burst through the ground. The glass panels shattered under the explosions, spraying bursts of razor sharp shards straight up and under the epic-sized virus.
"NICE" Desmond cheered, "Keep aiming at its right foot!"
Tennisman only realized it now but he had been subconsciously targetting the behemoth's right side for the most part. Perhaps trying to hit its body was too monumental a task for him to process and having a relatively smaller point of focus was easier. In any case, he felt obligated to continue his chain of attacks and served his third bomb into the floor as well.
There was no guarantee that any of his tactics were working and he prepared himself to jump away but considering his opponent's size, it would have to be one hell of a leap.
1 - Ringlog1 |\/|3700|_ under right foot (50 damage) + 15 damage untapped potential
2 - DublBomb |\/|3700|_ both feet (2 x 20 damage + blast 2)
3 - Lilbomb |\/|3700|_ right foot (50 damage + blast 2)
4 - dodge
Deuce - Gust |\/|3700|_ combo with Ringlog1 to try and trip.
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As the Giant Metool charged at Tennisman, the duo flung a Ringlog at the monstrosity's foot, making it slip on the glass and knocking its head on the glass.
Not wasting any time, the sportsman served bomb after bomb at the Metool, who roared in rage, slamming its helmet into the glass, damaging no one but himself.
It seemed to be stuck, again.
|\/|3700|_: 1380 HP (Stuck!)
Terrain: 50% Normal, 35% Hole (Near the edges, and ahead a bit), 15% Glass.
Tennisman.exe: 140 (PP: Shock Wave)
Deuce: 50
Not wasting any time, the sportsman served bomb after bomb at the Metool, who roared in rage, slamming its helmet into the glass, damaging no one but himself.
It seemed to be stuck, again.
|\/|3700|_: 1380 HP (Stuck!)
Terrain: 50% Normal, 35% Hole (Near the edges, and ahead a bit), 15% Glass.
Tennisman.exe: 140 (PP: Shock Wave)
Deuce: 50
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He could feel the heavy reverberations of the Met's roars deep in his chest and it terrified him. Every thrashing motion shook the ground, constantly testing his ability to stand. All this and it wasn't even attacking him, at least not directly.
"Alright, stay back and get it with a Shotgun!" said Desmond.
Tennisman stopped him bluntly, "No."
"What do you mean 'No'? Do you have a plan?" Desmond asked.
"Gun chips will not suffice in this battle," Tennisman said solemnly, "They are merely scratching the surface, but there..." He pointed to the glass fragments that covered the side of its shoe like a coat of shimmering fish scales. He continued his point, "...Where the glass is."
"What about it?" Desmond said.
"It shows that edged weapons are a viable option." Tennisman replied.
"So like what? Kunai? Boomerang Sword combo?" suggested Desmond.
Tennisman swallowed hard as he came to his conclusion, "Katana."
"Kat- WHAT? ARE YOU CRAZY!? DO YOU KNOW HOW CLOSE YOU'LL HAVE TO GET PLUS YOU'VE NEVER EVEN USED IT!! HOW DO YOU-" Desmond ranted on.
Tennisman retreated into his thoughts and comtemplated his actions. This time, its massive body was clearly stuck as opposed to just a foot. There would be no better chance to attack it with minimum risk of retaliation. Though it would severely compromise his safety to attempt a melee attack, he calculated he would run out of space to move and ranged chips before the virus would be deleted.
He reiterated his request through Desmond's loud protests, "Katana." He paused briefly before adding, "Please."
Almost immediately, Desmond stopped and groaned, "ARRRRRRGHHHHHH... Fine."
The surge of data that followed let Tennisman know the chip had already been slotted-in. His racket pulsed once and lengthened while growing sharper. He held it at his side and dashed in, ignoring the struggling of the virus.
One of its feet dropped to the ground as it tried to regain its footing. That was all Tennisman needed as he leapt up and attempted to climb up the battered yellow incline.
Deuce had meanwhile been hovering and watching from a distance, fully aware of his inability to damage the Metool. Pitted against such an opponent, the difference in power was obvious. He stood by quietly in a rare case of humility, an observer to Tennisman's courageous efforts. As the navi slashed away with his racket frantically, Deuce could easily see the Metool about to swat him off.
"YOU RETARD!" Deuce cried out.
Was there enough time? The little UFO focussed all of its reserve strength and fired a refined tractor beam to Tennisman's position. It locked on cleanly and snapped him back like a bungee cord straight to Deuce. The pull was stronger than he expected and the navi crashed into his support program, sending them both sprawling backwards.
Deuce barked, "YOU BLIND GIMP! YOU WERE GONNA TO GET CRUSHED!"
The haggard look in Tennisman's eyes, his heavy breathing and his locked gaze on the Met made Deuce realize Tennisman had no intention of avoiding the attack, if he was even aware of it. He had either prepared to execute a kamikaze attack or had been relying on Deuce to pull him out in time. But that was absurd, how would Tennisman know it would work? These thoughts frustrated Deuce to no end.
Tennisman got back up and took a moment to catch his breath. He passed a glance at his suport program and nodded once before redirecting his attention back to the Metool.
"You..." Deuce trailed off, partially confused.
1 - Katana |\/|3700|_ (2 x 60 slashing)
2 - Katana |\/|3700|_ (2 x 60 slashing)
3 - Katana |\/|3700|_ (2 x 60 slashing)
4 - Katana |\/|3700|_ (2 x 60 slashing)
Deuce - Gust Tennisman away (forced dodge)
"Alright, stay back and get it with a Shotgun!" said Desmond.
Tennisman stopped him bluntly, "No."
"What do you mean 'No'? Do you have a plan?" Desmond asked.
"Gun chips will not suffice in this battle," Tennisman said solemnly, "They are merely scratching the surface, but there..." He pointed to the glass fragments that covered the side of its shoe like a coat of shimmering fish scales. He continued his point, "...Where the glass is."
"What about it?" Desmond said.
"It shows that edged weapons are a viable option." Tennisman replied.
"So like what? Kunai? Boomerang Sword combo?" suggested Desmond.
Tennisman swallowed hard as he came to his conclusion, "Katana."
"Kat- WHAT? ARE YOU CRAZY!? DO YOU KNOW HOW CLOSE YOU'LL HAVE TO GET PLUS YOU'VE NEVER EVEN USED IT!! HOW DO YOU-" Desmond ranted on.
Tennisman retreated into his thoughts and comtemplated his actions. This time, its massive body was clearly stuck as opposed to just a foot. There would be no better chance to attack it with minimum risk of retaliation. Though it would severely compromise his safety to attempt a melee attack, he calculated he would run out of space to move and ranged chips before the virus would be deleted.
He reiterated his request through Desmond's loud protests, "Katana." He paused briefly before adding, "Please."
Almost immediately, Desmond stopped and groaned, "ARRRRRRGHHHHHH... Fine."
The surge of data that followed let Tennisman know the chip had already been slotted-in. His racket pulsed once and lengthened while growing sharper. He held it at his side and dashed in, ignoring the struggling of the virus.
One of its feet dropped to the ground as it tried to regain its footing. That was all Tennisman needed as he leapt up and attempted to climb up the battered yellow incline.
Deuce had meanwhile been hovering and watching from a distance, fully aware of his inability to damage the Metool. Pitted against such an opponent, the difference in power was obvious. He stood by quietly in a rare case of humility, an observer to Tennisman's courageous efforts. As the navi slashed away with his racket frantically, Deuce could easily see the Metool about to swat him off.
"YOU RETARD!" Deuce cried out.
Was there enough time? The little UFO focussed all of its reserve strength and fired a refined tractor beam to Tennisman's position. It locked on cleanly and snapped him back like a bungee cord straight to Deuce. The pull was stronger than he expected and the navi crashed into his support program, sending them both sprawling backwards.
Deuce barked, "YOU BLIND GIMP! YOU WERE GONNA TO GET CRUSHED!"
The haggard look in Tennisman's eyes, his heavy breathing and his locked gaze on the Met made Deuce realize Tennisman had no intention of avoiding the attack, if he was even aware of it. He had either prepared to execute a kamikaze attack or had been relying on Deuce to pull him out in time. But that was absurd, how would Tennisman know it would work? These thoughts frustrated Deuce to no end.
Tennisman got back up and took a moment to catch his breath. He passed a glance at his suport program and nodded once before redirecting his attention back to the Metool.
"You..." Deuce trailed off, partially confused.
1 - Katana |\/|3700|_ (2 x 60 slashing)
2 - Katana |\/|3700|_ (2 x 60 slashing)
3 - Katana |\/|3700|_ (2 x 60 slashing)
4 - Katana |\/|3700|_ (2 x 60 slashing)
Deuce - Gust Tennisman away (forced dodge)
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Tennisman slashes and slashes and slashes and slashes with his Japanese steel crafted racquet at the giant Metool, making it soon regain its bearings and come back up, leaping high into the air.
Deuce manages to gust the sportsman out of the way, making the giant monster break the rest of the glass, which doesn't hit him, and having the monster land on normal terrain.
It feels... kind of cramped.
|\/|3700|_: 900 HP
Terrain: 50% Normal, 50% Hole.
Tennisman.exe: 140 (PP: Shock Wave) [Katana1]
Deuce: 50
Deuce manages to gust the sportsman out of the way, making the giant monster break the rest of the glass, which doesn't hit him, and having the monster land on normal terrain.
It feels... kind of cramped.
|\/|3700|_: 900 HP
Terrain: 50% Normal, 50% Hole.
Tennisman.exe: 140 (PP: Shock Wave) [Katana1]
Deuce: 50
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Feeling accomplished that he had managed to get away from his reckless assault relatively unscathed, Tennisman decided not to test his luck any further for now. He thought it would be more tactically sound to kept his distance. However, when the Metool righted itself and leapt high into the air, the feeling of helplessness overcame him again like the sudden shadow that enveloped the area. He stood stunned as it rose up to an incredible apex, and consequently decended on the net like a small planetoid.
"Unnngh..." Tennisman groaned as his body felt the resulting tremor pulse through him. His voice had been completely drowned out by the sound of breaking glass and the ground echoing the impact.
When it was over, the terrain had been cleared of every remaining piece of glass. Even the shards that had been previously embedded in the virus had been completely disintegrated by its landing, leaving only the faintest of scratches behind. However, there were definitely scratches and he could make out the trail of crisscrossing wounds that outlined his repeated sword strikes. The damage was definitely accumulating.
He stepped back unconsciously and felt the ground give under his foot. He turned and realized he had reached the edge. It was almost as if he and the Metool were on a plateau and there clearly wasn't enough room to support both of them.
Desmond pointed out the obvious, "Dude, you're running out of space."
That's when an idea came to mind. He leaned forward and tapped his racket, still sharp from the Katana chip, to the ground.
Please work...
"Court Change." He said.
Grass broke through the normal panels and sprouted quickly, spreading lush verdant life towards the edge of the arena. The growing green carpet reached the cliff leading into a deep hole. Tennisman watched intently. To his relief, the cliff extended past its limitations as the grass seemingly pulled it over the chasm like a blanket. The navi closed his eyes in gratitude and raised his racket off the floor.
"Heatshots?" Desmond asked.
Tennisman nodded and raised his cannon arm in anticipation. Normally, a single Heatshot on grass would consume the panel in order to intensify the attack. However, with an opponent of this size, each individual foot covered several panels on its own and furthermore, were several panels away from each other. For the first time in this battle, Tennisman found comfort in the Metool's enormous proportions and fired two fiery bolts at each of its feet.
"Wow, you're not even really aiming there, are you?" Desmond said.
To him, it felt more or less like shooting the side of a barn - A 20-storey barn with feet.
1 - Court Change (grass)
2 - Heatshot |\/|3700|_ right foot (40 damage + spread 1) x2?
3 - Heatshot |\/|3700|_ left foot (40 damage + spread 1) x2?
4 - dodge
((Katana - 3 uses left?))
Deuce - dodge
"Unnngh..." Tennisman groaned as his body felt the resulting tremor pulse through him. His voice had been completely drowned out by the sound of breaking glass and the ground echoing the impact.
When it was over, the terrain had been cleared of every remaining piece of glass. Even the shards that had been previously embedded in the virus had been completely disintegrated by its landing, leaving only the faintest of scratches behind. However, there were definitely scratches and he could make out the trail of crisscrossing wounds that outlined his repeated sword strikes. The damage was definitely accumulating.
He stepped back unconsciously and felt the ground give under his foot. He turned and realized he had reached the edge. It was almost as if he and the Metool were on a plateau and there clearly wasn't enough room to support both of them.
Desmond pointed out the obvious, "Dude, you're running out of space."
That's when an idea came to mind. He leaned forward and tapped his racket, still sharp from the Katana chip, to the ground.
Please work...
"Court Change." He said.
Grass broke through the normal panels and sprouted quickly, spreading lush verdant life towards the edge of the arena. The growing green carpet reached the cliff leading into a deep hole. Tennisman watched intently. To his relief, the cliff extended past its limitations as the grass seemingly pulled it over the chasm like a blanket. The navi closed his eyes in gratitude and raised his racket off the floor.
"Heatshots?" Desmond asked.
Tennisman nodded and raised his cannon arm in anticipation. Normally, a single Heatshot on grass would consume the panel in order to intensify the attack. However, with an opponent of this size, each individual foot covered several panels on its own and furthermore, were several panels away from each other. For the first time in this battle, Tennisman found comfort in the Metool's enormous proportions and fired two fiery bolts at each of its feet.
"Wow, you're not even really aiming there, are you?" Desmond said.
To him, it felt more or less like shooting the side of a barn - A 20-storey barn with feet.
1 - Court Change (grass)
2 - Heatshot |\/|3700|_ right foot (40 damage + spread 1) x2?
3 - Heatshot |\/|3700|_ left foot (40 damage + spread 1) x2?
4 - dodge
((Katana - 3 uses left?))
Deuce - dodge
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Tennisman spreads his area of influence a little more, turning a bunch of panels into grass. Some holes made before are returning into existence. The sportsman engages the giant Metool, sending two Heatshots at its feet, and burning the grass below it. The monstrosity roars and sends a shockwave at Tennisman and Deuce each, both manage to narrowly dodge to blow, and receive tiny nicks.
|\/|3700|_: 740 HP
Terrain: 28% Grass, 52% Normal, 20% Hole.
Tennisman.exe: 135 (PP: Shock Wave) [Katana1]
Deuce: 45
|\/|3700|_: 740 HP
Terrain: 28% Grass, 52% Normal, 20% Hole.
Tennisman.exe: 135 (PP: Shock Wave) [Katana1]
Deuce: 45
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The pickhead, several times the size of Tennisman himself, crashed down and sent a tidal wave of destructive force between the navi and his support program. Their reflexes were barely enough to avoid the attack but not enough to avoid the debris that was tossed in its devastating wake.
Propping himself up, Tennisman accidentally grazed his hand on the edge of his racket. He had temporarily forgotten the katana chip was still active and the sharp pain quickly reminded him of it. But with the Metool's large unpredictable movements, getting a clean hit would take some doing. He spun his racket in his hand, trying to think of how to immobilize it, if even for a moment.
"What are you thinking?" Desmond asked.
"We need to halt its movements." Tennnisman replied.
"Easy. Zapring." Desmond said.
"A Zapring paralyzes viruses for a few seconds but that small a charge might not be enough to even faze this one." Tennisman said.
"TRY IT ANYWAYS." shouted Desmond.
No harm in trying.
As soon as his arm cannon finished adapting itself, Tennisman launched the electric halo at the Met's right foot and dashed in after it, wasting no time. In two quick flashes of his wrist, the racket made a pair of scissoring slashes. But there was something wrong. From the second strike, he could feel the blade losing its sharp edge. If he continued, he knew it would break. He couldn't hesitate though, not now. He forced himself to execute another attack, stressing his racket even further.
A fissure appeared on the shaft.
There was no way he could keep going after this development. He prematurely broke off his assault, bounding backward in retreat. As he did, he forcibly disengaged the katana chip. His racket restored itself to his normal shape, erasing the small crack along its side.
1 - Zapring (40 damage + stun) + untapped potential (15 damage)
2 - Katana1 (2 x 60 damage)
3 - Katana1 (2 x 60 damage)
4 - dodge
((no more katana))
Deuce - dodge
Propping himself up, Tennisman accidentally grazed his hand on the edge of his racket. He had temporarily forgotten the katana chip was still active and the sharp pain quickly reminded him of it. But with the Metool's large unpredictable movements, getting a clean hit would take some doing. He spun his racket in his hand, trying to think of how to immobilize it, if even for a moment.
"What are you thinking?" Desmond asked.
"We need to halt its movements." Tennnisman replied.
"Easy. Zapring." Desmond said.
"A Zapring paralyzes viruses for a few seconds but that small a charge might not be enough to even faze this one." Tennisman said.
"TRY IT ANYWAYS." shouted Desmond.
No harm in trying.
As soon as his arm cannon finished adapting itself, Tennisman launched the electric halo at the Met's right foot and dashed in after it, wasting no time. In two quick flashes of his wrist, the racket made a pair of scissoring slashes. But there was something wrong. From the second strike, he could feel the blade losing its sharp edge. If he continued, he knew it would break. He couldn't hesitate though, not now. He forced himself to execute another attack, stressing his racket even further.
A fissure appeared on the shaft.
There was no way he could keep going after this development. He prematurely broke off his assault, bounding backward in retreat. As he did, he forcibly disengaged the katana chip. His racket restored itself to his normal shape, erasing the small crack along its side.
1 - Zapring (40 damage + stun) + untapped potential (15 damage)
2 - Katana1 (2 x 60 damage)
3 - Katana1 (2 x 60 damage)
4 - dodge
((no more katana))
Deuce - dodge
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Tennisman made quick to stun the MegaMet, blasting it's body with a Zapring, paralyzing one of its feet, making it harder to move. Some terrain restored itself to normal too. Running in regardless of danger, the sportsman cuts the virus twice, the second blow accompanied by a looming shadow over Tennisman, which was of the giant pickaxe, that whacked horribly into the navi's cranium, sending him flying back after completing his last swing. Another shockwave came, but luckily he and Deuce dodged it.
|\/|3700|_: 445 HP
Terrain: 28% Grass, 52% Normal, 10% Hole. (around edges)
Tennisman.exe: 85 (PP: Shock Wave)
Deuce: 45
|\/|3700|_: 445 HP
Terrain: 28% Grass, 52% Normal, 10% Hole. (around edges)
Tennisman.exe: 85 (PP: Shock Wave)
Deuce: 45
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((BONUS!))
"GET AWAY FROM ME!" Deuce shrieked, "IT'S ONLY AFTER YOU! YOU'RE GONNA GET ME DELETED!"
The pain and dizziness that followed let Tennisman know he was still alive. He rubbed his head where the massive pick had struck him and tried to stand up. He felt dazed and staggered about before regaining his balance. A blurred vision of the giant Metool shifted in front of him. As his focus cleared, he could see the virus more clearly although for some reason it still looked blurry.
Even Desmond noticed it, "Yo, is there something wrong with the resolution on this thing? The Met looks messed up."
Tennisman looked to the surrounding landscape and could see distant objects clearly. The phenomenon seemed only limited to the Metool. It seemed to be... Destabilizing.
Curious, Tennisman asked, "HP reading?"
"About... 25 percentish?" Desmond replied.
There was hope. Tennisman straightened up his back and stretched his arms out. One deep breath later and he felt ready to take on the world. The headache was now a thing of the past and he started to calculate how to bring this monster down.
"Kunai and Boomerang." Tennisman called out.
"Got it." Desmond replied.
Both chips loaded at the same time. Spirals of data streamed down his arms, into his hands and racket respectively. He soon found himself armed with a trio of blades and a racket infused with luminous green strings.
"GO!" shouted Desmond.
Tennisman bent down, pulled one arm back and snapped it forward in a wide arc. The bundle of kunai were whipped into the Metool's face at high speed. But Tennisman wasn't done. The inertia of his spin carried his body as he waved his other arm up. He could feel the energy building at the tip of his racket. At the peak of his slice, the Boomerang wave was forced out and followed the kunai in an irregular flight path. Finally, Tennisman stamped his foot down and knelt, his racket supporting him like a pillar.
"Netplay." He said quietly
The relatively small net popped up in front of him. It wouldn't stop the Metool's foot if it tried to step on him, but it would probably protect him from the next shockwave or at least slow it down.
"That's pathetic. Why would you even try that?" Deuce mocked.
Tennisman ignored the comment and kept his eye on the dying virus.
1 - Kunai1 (3 x 30 damage)
2 - Boomerang (60 damage) + untapped potential (15 damage)
3 - Netplay (1-hit shield + 60 heal)
4 - dodge
Deuce - dodge
"GET AWAY FROM ME!" Deuce shrieked, "IT'S ONLY AFTER YOU! YOU'RE GONNA GET ME DELETED!"
The pain and dizziness that followed let Tennisman know he was still alive. He rubbed his head where the massive pick had struck him and tried to stand up. He felt dazed and staggered about before regaining his balance. A blurred vision of the giant Metool shifted in front of him. As his focus cleared, he could see the virus more clearly although for some reason it still looked blurry.
Even Desmond noticed it, "Yo, is there something wrong with the resolution on this thing? The Met looks messed up."
Tennisman looked to the surrounding landscape and could see distant objects clearly. The phenomenon seemed only limited to the Metool. It seemed to be... Destabilizing.
Curious, Tennisman asked, "HP reading?"
"About... 25 percentish?" Desmond replied.
There was hope. Tennisman straightened up his back and stretched his arms out. One deep breath later and he felt ready to take on the world. The headache was now a thing of the past and he started to calculate how to bring this monster down.
"Kunai and Boomerang." Tennisman called out.
"Got it." Desmond replied.
Both chips loaded at the same time. Spirals of data streamed down his arms, into his hands and racket respectively. He soon found himself armed with a trio of blades and a racket infused with luminous green strings.
"GO!" shouted Desmond.
Tennisman bent down, pulled one arm back and snapped it forward in a wide arc. The bundle of kunai were whipped into the Metool's face at high speed. But Tennisman wasn't done. The inertia of his spin carried his body as he waved his other arm up. He could feel the energy building at the tip of his racket. At the peak of his slice, the Boomerang wave was forced out and followed the kunai in an irregular flight path. Finally, Tennisman stamped his foot down and knelt, his racket supporting him like a pillar.
"Netplay." He said quietly
The relatively small net popped up in front of him. It wouldn't stop the Metool's foot if it tried to step on him, but it would probably protect him from the next shockwave or at least slow it down.
"That's pathetic. Why would you even try that?" Deuce mocked.
Tennisman ignored the comment and kept his eye on the dying virus.
1 - Kunai1 (3 x 30 damage)
2 - Boomerang (60 damage) + untapped potential (15 damage)
3 - Netplay (1-hit shield + 60 heal)
4 - dodge
Deuce - dodge
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Tennisman doesn't give up as he throws his Kunai and Boomerang at the MegaMet. Deuce screams away like a little girl in fright as the sportsman puts up his NetPlay.
Bellowing loudly, the giant Metool leaps into the air and crashes down on top of Tennisman, breaking his shield, and making him resotire health. The warrior barely gets away from the mighty body slam before another shockwave nearly rends off his arm. Darn.
|\/|3700|_: 280 HP
Terrain: 28% Grass, 52% Normal, 10% Hole. (around edges)
Tennisman.exe: 115 (PP: Shock Wave)
Deuce: 45
Bellowing loudly, the giant Metool leaps into the air and crashes down on top of Tennisman, breaking his shield, and making him resotire health. The warrior barely gets away from the mighty body slam before another shockwave nearly rends off his arm. Darn.
|\/|3700|_: 280 HP
Terrain: 28% Grass, 52% Normal, 10% Hole. (around edges)
Tennisman.exe: 115 (PP: Shock Wave)
Deuce: 45
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He could see it. When the titanic virus had tried to crush him, he was mere pixels away from touching it and his eyes could easily focus on the flecks of data that were falling away. It wasn't blurry; it was bleeding. But the brief moment he had been lost in thought was long enough for the virus to launch another attack that was nigh unavoidable.
"WATCH OUT!" Desmond shouted.
A towering wave of energy, practically a wall in Tennisman's eyes, plowed through what remained of his net. Though futile, he still tried to evade it. His body moved but the wave was faster - his right arm was caught and completely engulfed in the stream. Tennisman cried out in excruciating pain, but his arm resisted being torn apart by the viral corruption. Sections of his suit along his shoulder and forearm had been flayed away, accentuating the damage he had taken. Despite this, he was still standing.
"There's still some grass under it! I'll send a Heatshot!" Desmond said.
Tennisman raised his ruined arm and pointed his fist at the Metool's face. There was a strange buzzing sound followed by a small shower of sparks that spouted from his wrist. He winced in pain and crumpled forwards cluctching his hand.
"What happened!?" Desmond asked.
"The chip is unable to load," Tennisman replied between short breaths, "My buster cannon cannot initialize."
Desmond was lost, "So, now what?"
"Sword." Tennisman said plainly, slowly rising to his feet.
"You're gonna rush it AGAIN?" Desmond said, bewildered.
There were no more words left to share between the two after that. Tennisman would be unwilling to accept any substitutions and Desmond didn't have any better ideas. They were both aware they had two Windracket chips left, but Tennisman also knew that each one was only good for one attack. A stray tennis ball flew towards the Metool's mountainous helmet from an unexpected direction.
"...Why did I do that." Deuce said.
The tiny diversion bought Tennisman enough of an opening to dash in. He charged forward and leapt up into the air and slashed down with his racket, putting all his weight behind the single strike. The blade cleaved straight into the ground and was intentionally pushed deeper. The racket face punched through the floor, followed by the sheath until only the handle remained. The connection between Tennisman and every panel beneath him was at its highest point. There would be no better time to activate it.
"COURT CHANGE." Tennisman announced with a vigourous tone.
The floor flashed briefly, outlining every circuit and trail of data that acted like the veins and arteries of the net. When it dimmed, the panels had already softened into a localized dune. Still kneeling, Tennisman held his racket's grip firmly. It was protruding from the sand but he had no intention of leaving it behind or retreating. His expression changed; his normally stoic face grimaced angrily. The digital muscles along his arm flexed as he stood, lifting his racket. It came free at a bent angle, showing little resistance until the face revealed itself.
The strain Tennisman had been showing wasn't from pulling out the racket; it was from forcing as much energy as his body could muster into one final attack. The wind around the racket strings had already built to such a level that the sand wasn't touching it even as it laid half-buried.
"Game Set." Tennisman said quietly, lifting the racket into the air with both arms, ignoring all else.
There was a pause that all the engaged combatants could feel. Tennisman, Deuce, Desmond and probably even the Metool felt it pass.
Then the attack came, bringing into existence an epic rolling twister of sand as tall as the virus itself. The cyclone was a swirling and abrasive force that erupted from nowhere and tore apart the landscape, cleansing and razing it at the same time. Then the winds then stopped abruptly, followed by a gentle gritty rain that shrouded the area.
1 - Sword |\/|3700|_ (80 damage)
2 - Sword floor
3 - Court Change (sand)
4 - Windracket |\/|3700|_ (100 damage) x2? + untapped potential (15 damage)
Deuce - Attack |\/|3700|_ (10 damage)
"WATCH OUT!" Desmond shouted.
A towering wave of energy, practically a wall in Tennisman's eyes, plowed through what remained of his net. Though futile, he still tried to evade it. His body moved but the wave was faster - his right arm was caught and completely engulfed in the stream. Tennisman cried out in excruciating pain, but his arm resisted being torn apart by the viral corruption. Sections of his suit along his shoulder and forearm had been flayed away, accentuating the damage he had taken. Despite this, he was still standing.
"There's still some grass under it! I'll send a Heatshot!" Desmond said.
Tennisman raised his ruined arm and pointed his fist at the Metool's face. There was a strange buzzing sound followed by a small shower of sparks that spouted from his wrist. He winced in pain and crumpled forwards cluctching his hand.
"What happened!?" Desmond asked.
"The chip is unable to load," Tennisman replied between short breaths, "My buster cannon cannot initialize."
Desmond was lost, "So, now what?"
"Sword." Tennisman said plainly, slowly rising to his feet.
"You're gonna rush it AGAIN?" Desmond said, bewildered.
There were no more words left to share between the two after that. Tennisman would be unwilling to accept any substitutions and Desmond didn't have any better ideas. They were both aware they had two Windracket chips left, but Tennisman also knew that each one was only good for one attack. A stray tennis ball flew towards the Metool's mountainous helmet from an unexpected direction.
"...Why did I do that." Deuce said.
The tiny diversion bought Tennisman enough of an opening to dash in. He charged forward and leapt up into the air and slashed down with his racket, putting all his weight behind the single strike. The blade cleaved straight into the ground and was intentionally pushed deeper. The racket face punched through the floor, followed by the sheath until only the handle remained. The connection between Tennisman and every panel beneath him was at its highest point. There would be no better time to activate it.
"COURT CHANGE." Tennisman announced with a vigourous tone.
The floor flashed briefly, outlining every circuit and trail of data that acted like the veins and arteries of the net. When it dimmed, the panels had already softened into a localized dune. Still kneeling, Tennisman held his racket's grip firmly. It was protruding from the sand but he had no intention of leaving it behind or retreating. His expression changed; his normally stoic face grimaced angrily. The digital muscles along his arm flexed as he stood, lifting his racket. It came free at a bent angle, showing little resistance until the face revealed itself.
The strain Tennisman had been showing wasn't from pulling out the racket; it was from forcing as much energy as his body could muster into one final attack. The wind around the racket strings had already built to such a level that the sand wasn't touching it even as it laid half-buried.
"Game Set." Tennisman said quietly, lifting the racket into the air with both arms, ignoring all else.
There was a pause that all the engaged combatants could feel. Tennisman, Deuce, Desmond and probably even the Metool felt it pass.
Then the attack came, bringing into existence an epic rolling twister of sand as tall as the virus itself. The cyclone was a swirling and abrasive force that erupted from nowhere and tore apart the landscape, cleansing and razing it at the same time. Then the winds then stopped abruptly, followed by a gentle gritty rain that shrouded the area.
1 - Sword |\/|3700|_ (80 damage)
2 - Sword floor
3 - Court Change (sand)
4 - Windracket |\/|3700|_ (100 damage) x2? + untapped potential (15 damage)
Deuce - Attack |\/|3700|_ (10 damage)
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It seemed like this was the final round for everything. Tennisman charged at the Metool, sword brandished dangerously, and cleaved right down the middle, slamming into the floor and sweeping the terrain with sand before he was kicked away a bit. (10) Deuce blasted the monster in the eye with a green blast, but it didn't seem to mind. Bellowing with all his strength, the sportsman built up his signature Windracket and sweeped its mighty power at the Metool, who met it by leaping into the air, and performing a dropkick of sorts toward Tennisman. The two attacks collided, wind power against pure weight and gravity. For what seemed like an eternity, the attacks clashed, before Tennisman saw the body land on him... and he sliced through it.... (100)
Exhausted the navi stood up, glancing around, but no Metool in sight. Eratic data fragments shifted and hovered in the air a bit before dissappearing.
|\/|3700|_: DELETED?
Terrain: 29% Sand, 51% Normal, 10% Hole. (around edges)
Tennisman.exe: 1 (PP: Shock Wave)
Deuce: 45
-VICTORY-
Get: 2000z, 4 Bugfrags
Exhausted the navi stood up, glancing around, but no Metool in sight. Eratic data fragments shifted and hovered in the air a bit before dissappearing.
|\/|3700|_: DELETED?
Terrain: 29% Sand, 51% Normal, 10% Hole. (around edges)
Tennisman.exe: 1 (PP: Shock Wave)
Deuce: 45
-VICTORY-
Get: 2000z, 4 Bugfrags
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"I win." Tennisman said before collapsing.
Desmond sighed, "Good job." And promptly jacked him and Deuce of the net.
((Jack-out))
Desmond sighed, "Good job." And promptly jacked him and Deuce of the net.
((Jack-out))
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In a flash of light blue and teal, Tennisman found himself in Yumland Net again thanks to Jadia's key shortcut. Somehow, this felt more home to him than his PET or even ACDC Net. He took a few steps into the network and set out for Jadia again. Hopefully, she would be easier to find this time.
((Battle 1 or Jadia or whatever))
((Battle 1 or Jadia or whatever))
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Tennisman warps in, and Jadia is actually very easy to find: right next to him.
Good, you found your way here! Shenki, Tennisman, for helping me back home!
Good, you found your way here! Shenki, Tennisman, for helping me back home!
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Even though he was no longer feeling the effects of fatigue or battle damage, Tennisman was still unable to come up with anything to say to her other than, "I did not do anything."
"Real smooth." Desmond whispered.
"...But I needed to make sure that you were safe." He added gracefully, "Please stay away from the area where you found the portal. I need to report this to the authorities immediately."
"Real smooth." Desmond whispered.
"...But I needed to make sure that you were safe." He added gracefully, "Please stay away from the area where you found the portal. I need to report this to the authorities immediately."
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Okay, Tennisman. I try to stay away from there. It was close by, but was never there before!
She points deeper into the net, but quickly shifts her focus back to Tennisman, and hugs him; since she didn't really know how to thank him in any other way.
Shenki, Tennisman! I'll see you again soon, yes?
She releases her hold on him, and plants a small kiss on his cheek. She lets go, and waves as she starts to beam out of the network and back into her home page.
She points deeper into the net, but quickly shifts her focus back to Tennisman, and hugs him; since she didn't really know how to thank him in any other way.
Shenki, Tennisman! I'll see you again soon, yes?
She releases her hold on him, and plants a small kiss on his cheek. She lets go, and waves as she starts to beam out of the network and back into her home page.
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Tennisman put his hand to his face where Jadia had kissed him. He was a little taken back and hadn't really moved until after she had left.
"Yo!" Desmond said, "That was pretty slick. Gotta teach me some of your moves."
Shaking his head, Tennisman turned away from the scene and began to walk off towards the portal but noticed something was missing. He stopped in his tracks and stared at his racket.
Deuce.
"Desmond," He said, "Please jack me out. We need to submit our report to the NPC and I believe prepare ourselves."
"Yeah yeah!" His operator cheered, "So where you wanna go?"
"The Netopia Network." Tennisman replied before teleporting away.
((Netopia Net))
"Yo!" Desmond said, "That was pretty slick. Gotta teach me some of your moves."
Shaking his head, Tennisman turned away from the scene and began to walk off towards the portal but noticed something was missing. He stopped in his tracks and stared at his racket.
Deuce.
"Desmond," He said, "Please jack me out. We need to submit our report to the NPC and I believe prepare ourselves."
"Yeah yeah!" His operator cheered, "So where you wanna go?"
"The Netopia Network." Tennisman replied before teleporting away.
((Netopia Net))