Alone once again.
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"Oh, what the!?" the Shotgun-wielding Heelnavi screamed as he was buffeted wildly by Seraphim's attacks.
"DERP! Oh god! Get 'em boys!" the sword navi yelled pointing his sword at Seraphim. Apparently, by boys, he meant the completely male fire viruses who all sighed and attacked Seraphim, missing him by inches. They totally did not want to hurt him, it looked like. The Heelnavis paid no attention to this however.
"RAGH! YOU STUPID USELESS VIRUSES! TAKE THAT! AND THAT!" the Sword navi yelled, swiping at his supposed comrades, who suffered injury, and fell down, cowering at the Heelnavi's feet.
"That should teach ya," the sword guy said, spitting on the viruses.
"Yeah, that's the ticket, Midder!" the Heelnavi, apparently called Derp, shouted to his comrade.
FierphoenixA: 30 HP
Midder: 200 HP [Equip: Sword]
SpikeyEX: 20 HP
Derp: 44 HP [Equip: Shotgun]
FirephoenixB: 30 HP
Seraphim.exe: 100 HP
Hmmm... It looks like a little convincing might bring the viruses to your side.
"DERP! Oh god! Get 'em boys!" the sword navi yelled pointing his sword at Seraphim. Apparently, by boys, he meant the completely male fire viruses who all sighed and attacked Seraphim, missing him by inches. They totally did not want to hurt him, it looked like. The Heelnavis paid no attention to this however.
"RAGH! YOU STUPID USELESS VIRUSES! TAKE THAT! AND THAT!" the Sword navi yelled, swiping at his supposed comrades, who suffered injury, and fell down, cowering at the Heelnavi's feet.
"That should teach ya," the sword guy said, spitting on the viruses.
"Yeah, that's the ticket, Midder!" the Heelnavi, apparently called Derp, shouted to his comrade.
FierphoenixA: 30 HP
Midder: 200 HP [Equip: Sword]
SpikeyEX: 20 HP
Derp: 44 HP [Equip: Shotgun]
FirephoenixB: 30 HP
Seraphim.exe: 100 HP
Hmmm... It looks like a little convincing might bring the viruses to your side.
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Seraphim stared at the navis hard. He wouldn't give up against such crimes, such insolence against any sort of beast or anything at all. He'd crush them like a bat against cherry pie. He didn't care if he couldn't materialize his weapons now, or any time at all. He'd do it through sheer force of will, power, and courage. He clenched his fist, raising it up into the air. He wouldn't let that go. He wouldn't let it go. He wouldn't let it go. He treated the statement as a mantra, pressing the fingernails, feelable even through his gauntlet, the power surging through his hand, the power surging through his entire body, he could feel even the slightest bit flowing through his body, then materializing through his body.
"Yaaaaaaah! Take this! Fiery blast!" He threw out his palm, focusing all his energy into it, he couldn't feel anything else than the power surging around, through him, and about him, the latent energy bursting into creation as he blasted out, his palm suddenly flaring to life, and a blast of fire emerging from it, whirling into existence as it forked out and reached for the other two navis. Seraphim's eyes widened as it actually emerged, then grinned. He slid away his sword-mesh gun, into its sheath of light and nothingness, drawing out that huge blade once again in a sort of exchange, large for small, brute force for efficiency.
"Sorry guys, but It's over. I can use my power again. You will be soon free, poor spikey and phoenixes!" The blade burst into raging fire at this comment, and the navi charged, raising the blade to his side and roaring out words that were lost in the crackle of the flames, the blast, the burning, the boom as he struck out and the blade's heat burst into existence, scouring away the rot of the slavers, broiling away any scent of their existence with the blade. It was near- too much for him, he threw the blade end over end backward, where it lay embedded into the ground, then backflipped toward it, scooping it out with more than a little trouble and with both hands, coming to his total and illogical conclusion.
Erin was back. He was ready to fight. His spells were all in place, his mana was in position, he could utilize his powers to the best of his abilities. His coat was fluttering in the heated wind he had created. It was a good day. A good day for the protagonist of the series indeed. He raised his weapon. Now to name his attack. He brandished it while charging once more. He could win. He would win. Today. Now. The blade flared with his waxing and waning feelings as he stabbed once, twice, and then he was past the foes. And the battle- was done.
1] Phoenixshot [90] [Heelnavi A, B]
2] Draw sword
3-5] Firesword [3(80+20)] [Heelnavi A, B]
"Yaaaaaaah! Take this! Fiery blast!" He threw out his palm, focusing all his energy into it, he couldn't feel anything else than the power surging around, through him, and about him, the latent energy bursting into creation as he blasted out, his palm suddenly flaring to life, and a blast of fire emerging from it, whirling into existence as it forked out and reached for the other two navis. Seraphim's eyes widened as it actually emerged, then grinned. He slid away his sword-mesh gun, into its sheath of light and nothingness, drawing out that huge blade once again in a sort of exchange, large for small, brute force for efficiency.
"Sorry guys, but It's over. I can use my power again. You will be soon free, poor spikey and phoenixes!" The blade burst into raging fire at this comment, and the navi charged, raising the blade to his side and roaring out words that were lost in the crackle of the flames, the blast, the burning, the boom as he struck out and the blade's heat burst into existence, scouring away the rot of the slavers, broiling away any scent of their existence with the blade. It was near- too much for him, he threw the blade end over end backward, where it lay embedded into the ground, then backflipped toward it, scooping it out with more than a little trouble and with both hands, coming to his total and illogical conclusion.
Erin was back. He was ready to fight. His spells were all in place, his mana was in position, he could utilize his powers to the best of his abilities. His coat was fluttering in the heated wind he had created. It was a good day. A good day for the protagonist of the series indeed. He raised his weapon. Now to name his attack. He brandished it while charging once more. He could win. He would win. Today. Now. The blade flared with his waxing and waning feelings as he stabbed once, twice, and then he was past the foes. And the battle- was done.
1] Phoenixshot [90] [Heelnavi A, B]
2] Draw sword
3-5] Firesword [3(80+20)] [Heelnavi A, B]
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Heelnavis die. The viruses yell in triumph, fleeing farther into the net, and dropping something.
FierphoenixA: FLEE
Midder: DELETED
SpikeyEX: FLEE
Derp: DELETED
FirephoenixB: FLEE
-VICTORY-
Get: 2000z, Phoenixshot
FierphoenixA: FLEE
Midder: DELETED
SpikeyEX: FLEE
Derp: DELETED
FirephoenixB: FLEE
-VICTORY-
Get: 2000z, Phoenixshot
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"Hahah! Erin, where'd you go?" Seraphim asked, curious as to what had happened to her.
"Nowhere. I just.. Was busy." She said, trailing of and her eyes shifting to the side, shivering slightly. The memory of almost dying would not go away. It rested in her mind, closing almost all out. Was this truly what would happen if she kept netbattling?
"Okay, Erin, shall we demolish the evil that threatens the world?" Seraphim announced, as he began pacing forward.
"..." Erin looked to the side for a moment, before quietly laughing.
"Sure, Seraphim, sure."
[Next battle (7)]
"Nowhere. I just.. Was busy." She said, trailing of and her eyes shifting to the side, shivering slightly. The memory of almost dying would not go away. It rested in her mind, closing almost all out. Was this truly what would happen if she kept netbattling?
"Okay, Erin, shall we demolish the evil that threatens the world?" Seraphim announced, as he began pacing forward.
"..." Erin looked to the side for a moment, before quietly laughing.
"Sure, Seraphim, sure."
[Next battle (7)]
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The brave adventurer next comes across a strange scene indeed: A group of villanous-looking figures, crowded around a strange, glowing object! As he approaches, one of them leaps to his feet and draws his weapons, shouting in a strange, foreign tounge. At his command, the others follow suit! The first one waves his arms and babbles, apparently trying to say something.
WHAT is the nature of this unknown object? WHO are the vile, villanous vermin veering verily towards our hero? WHY are they here? Find out next time on the Adventures of Seraphim!
ALLEZ CUISINE!
HeelNavi1: 200
HeelNavi2: 200
HeelNavi3: 300
HeelNavi4: 300
WHAT is the nature of this unknown object? WHO are the vile, villanous vermin veering verily towards our hero? WHY are they here? Find out next time on the Adventures of Seraphim!
ALLEZ CUISINE!
HeelNavi1: 200
HeelNavi2: 200
HeelNavi3: 300
HeelNavi4: 300
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Seraphim whirled about, grabbing at his giant weapon with both hands, then brandishing it before him. Even before he could have put it away, enemies, foes, had appeared. Glancing from side to side, it looked like he had been completely surrounded by obviously suspicious and evil navis. He would have to defend himself against them, and defeat them to move on in the world, to move on in the battles of all.
"Kouryaaaah! Waiide Sooooooord!" Seraphim yelled, a nonsense cry followed by an unrealistic extension of the words to "conjure" his weapon. Erin slipped the chip into place while Seraphim initiated the whirling of the blade as he spun in a quick circle with the blade, building up momentum as the blade drove itself into a small groove in the ground around him, small sparks flying everywhere before driving it upward. The blade roared about in a surprisingly large radius, claiming its victims as it went, air, bodies, it mattered which not. The hero was fighting for the cause of justice, to protect all those he held dear, looking for that final way through this place, through this world. He brought his sword down in a crash before him-
Boom.
The ground shivered, and blasts of energy roared from the ground, one separate for each of the targets he had chosen, but before the blasts had reached their targets, Seraphim had already discarded the blade. He had drawn his other weapon, a sword-gun-mesh. Raising it up and cocking the hammer, he took aim and blasted. Once, Twice, Three times, it made no matter. He readied himself for their assault, with Erin's help, he was ready.
OOC: My muse is firmly in a coma. I'll poke her later and ask her to wake up. I doubt she'll agree to, though.
1] Widesword [Heelnavi 1, 2, 3]
2] Widesword [Heelnavi 1, 2, 4]
3] Switch to gun
4] Phoenixshot [Heelnavi 2, 3, 4]
5] Phoenixshot [Heelnavi 1, 3, 4]
"Kouryaaaah! Waiide Sooooooord!" Seraphim yelled, a nonsense cry followed by an unrealistic extension of the words to "conjure" his weapon. Erin slipped the chip into place while Seraphim initiated the whirling of the blade as he spun in a quick circle with the blade, building up momentum as the blade drove itself into a small groove in the ground around him, small sparks flying everywhere before driving it upward. The blade roared about in a surprisingly large radius, claiming its victims as it went, air, bodies, it mattered which not. The hero was fighting for the cause of justice, to protect all those he held dear, looking for that final way through this place, through this world. He brought his sword down in a crash before him-
Boom.
The ground shivered, and blasts of energy roared from the ground, one separate for each of the targets he had chosen, but before the blasts had reached their targets, Seraphim had already discarded the blade. He had drawn his other weapon, a sword-gun-mesh. Raising it up and cocking the hammer, he took aim and blasted. Once, Twice, Three times, it made no matter. He readied himself for their assault, with Erin's help, he was ready.
OOC: My muse is firmly in a coma. I'll poke her later and ask her to wake up. I doubt she'll agree to, though.
1] Widesword [Heelnavi 1, 2, 3]
2] Widesword [Heelnavi 1, 2, 4]
3] Switch to gun
4] Phoenixshot [Heelnavi 2, 3, 4]
5] Phoenixshot [Heelnavi 1, 3, 4]
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Seraphim roars and cuts a HeelNavi, who staggers and drops his weapon. His compatriots lay down covering fire, though that doesn't deter Seraphim from dramatically bringing his weapon around in a stylish turning cut. There's a reason most people avoid stylish moves, however-- a fact Seraphim realizes as he's hit in the back while he has his eyes off of the action for a split-second.
"You forgot to turn off your encrypter, dumbass," mutters a HeelNavi as he pulls a bit of data from an invisible space behind him and inserts it into his gun.
"Right! This here's our claim, and if you think you're gonna -- aaargh!"
He suddenly fell back, clutching his wounds, as Seraphim loosed twin blasts of fire.
HeelNavi1: 40
HeelNavi2: 120
HeelNavi3: 20
HeelNavi4: 110
MysteryData: 40
MysteryData: 40
MysteryData: 40
MysteryData: Destroyed
Seraphim: 80
"You forgot to turn off your encrypter, dumbass," mutters a HeelNavi as he pulls a bit of data from an invisible space behind him and inserts it into his gun.
"Right! This here's our claim, and if you think you're gonna -- aaargh!"
He suddenly fell back, clutching his wounds, as Seraphim loosed twin blasts of fire.
HeelNavi1: 40
HeelNavi2: 120
HeelNavi3: 20
HeelNavi4: 110
MysteryData: 40
MysteryData: 40
MysteryData: 40
MysteryData: Destroyed
Seraphim: 80
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Suddenly... Pantsuman ran in and threw a pair of panties at Seraphim, with a cry of 'EPIC FAILURE!' Seraphim was thusly teleported... Somewhere.