Alone once again.

Seraphim let a "whew" out as he continued onward and forward.

Oh, the confusion! A new swarm appears, with some distraction backing them up!

SpikeyEXA: 100 HP
SpikeyEXB: 100 HP
SpikeyEXC: 100 HP
BagwormA: 150 HP
BagwormB: 150 HP
BagwormC: 150 HP
VolgearEXA: 120 HP
VolgearEXB: 120 HP
TubyA: 100 HP
TubyB: 100 HP

Seraphim: 140 HP

-BATTLE 4! FIGHT!-

Seraphim's head turned slowly, looking about at the creatures. More randomly placed viruses to irk him,as the things usually made the attempt to do so. The demons of the world were placed here before him, as the hero, he was their executioner. His cause was just. The navi opened fire. A new pair of words popped into his head. "Phoenix Shot." It was poetic and all, but the navi simply assessed its damage, and stared at the viruses. They were too high of a level to be- Wait. Phoenix shot! It had to be some type of-

"Fire element, Heavy damage to several targets. Seems pretty good." Erin spoke, slapping the chip in. Or at least, she tried to slap it in. It was more of a hand-waving and a click as the chip fell into its proper place, the lines of data on the projected screen lining up as the data exploded into action, sending a stream of data straight into the navi Seraphim's core. Seraphim grinned, as he accessed the new spell. The weapon he held slowly gathered its energies, the slight amount of light played around the barrel as the navi produced a shell from nowhere, snapping his fingers as he did so, the navi placed the round within the sword-mesh-gun, raising his weapon and pulling back the hammer, grinning slightly as everything set itself into its proper place. It all- oh. Right.

"Phoenix Sho-WHAAAGH!" The navi had pronounced most of his spell, but the weapon had fired, the recoil sending the navi a couple steps backward, then landing on the ground with a heavy thud, as the navi tried to stand, his knees trembling as he did so. That recoil had sent him tumbling back. What would it do in action to the monsters he had fired at? All he had seen was burned into his eyes, an afterimage of the "bullet" firing, looked like a great wings spread. The navi shook his head from side to side, blinking away the image as best he could. He couldn't afford to be distracted by such a thing. He slowly slid the sword-mesh-gun with trembling hands away into light. He slowly reached over his shoulder, bringing out that giant, seemingly ornamental blade that he had brought from there beforehand, but now he held it before him, his operator presenting a chip in her hand, slipping it in as well as holding another chip handy, just in case. The blade itself, Seraphim slammed into the ground and dragged it along the floor for a second. Sparks lit up the blade for a moment with their quickly dying brightness, the blade quite literally ignited, blazing into a spectrum of colors, as Seraphim raised it, then charged, hefting it above his head, leaping as he looked at his foes for a split second before bringing it down with the largest impact he could. The weapon blazed outward, lighting up the area as if it had been doused in kerosene, then tossed a match at. The navi slowly weighed the blade in his hands for a moment, bringing it up, then slapping it down once, then twice, smashing at the enemy, the highly explosively seeming weapon looking as if it had set the area into a major holocaust. Seraphim panted once.

1] Phoenixshot [2(90)][BagwormsA,B,C[
2] Switch to sword
3] Firesword [80+20] [SpikiesEXA.B.C]
4] Firesword [80+20] [TubiesA,B, VolgearEXA]
5] Aegis [(3) 1hit barriers]

(Hm. I'm surprised you didn't take advantage of Swordplay.)

The phoenixshot manages to hit two of its targets, but the recoil from the blast had put the "spell" off course, missing the third bagworm. His fiery blade then silences the three spikeys, and a tuby. The Volgear takes severe damage, but not enough to delete it. It attacks, only to have one of Aegis' barriers block it. The Tuby plays, but the barriers save Seraphim once more, blocking out the harsh dissonance of the music.

SpikeyEXA: DELETED
SpikeyEXB: DELETED
SpikeyEXC: DELETED
BagwormA: DELETED
BagwormB: DELETED
BagwormC: 150 HP
VolgearEXA: 20 HP
VolgearEXB: 120 HP
TubyA: DELETED
TubyB: 100 HP

Seraphim: 140 HP (2 1-hit Barriers)

Seraphim swung the blade to the side, slightly panicky as he deflected a shot off to the side, his blade feeling the impact keenly, but nothing like as if he had taken the hit himself. He backed up a slight moment, watching as the flames slowly faded from the blade. It seemed as if the small tongues of heat were almost dying, in a fashion, and he twisted his hands further around the handle. It felt right there. It belonged. Just like the other weapons he wore. The Gun-sword, the Giant Blade, and the fans. The fans? The navi didn't remember the fans. Were they... A part of a new quest, a new choice upon the main quest, or part of it itself? He didn't know. He would strive forward. Onward. He smiled slowly. So this was how it was presented to him, was it? He brought the blade down with a smash, abandoning all sense of caution, throwing that completely and totally behind as his charge into battle with the sword being held barely above the ground, twisting it as he charged forward, roaring out his war cry, a sound of not rage, anger, but simply enjoyment. The ecstasy of battle, the rush of adrenaline at this turn-based fight, what brought it upon him, he felt alive. Leaping into the air, stretching the limits of his muscles into that of insanity, pedaling the air as he brought the sword down as hard as he could, causing what seemed to be an explosion of rock and panels, dust flying everywhere, concealing what he did, as he did it. For that split second. Dragging the blade sideways, he moved as quickly as he could, as fast as protagonistically possible, no, past that, the muscles in his arms felt like they were to snap. Time seemed to curve and loop, slowing down to a crawl as he lunged forth from the concealing dust and debris, holding the blade at his side as one would hold a gigantic lance, and made the attempt to destroy that particular virus in a single bolt, his cry of "Mag Bolt!" detailing the otherwise empty realm with its noise, the harsh tone quickly followed with the crackle of lighting as the blade, suddenly bursting out with shards of lightning, blasted forth, seeking its target. Seraphim then spun, no longer assisted by his concealing attack, as he viewed what was to be... His final foes, he supposed.

"Wide Sword!" He let out his cry, as the blade's edges segmented and dragged along their particular surfaces, letting out a steady stream of sparks as the disjointed process became steadily more and more fluid, the sparks coming only when they would hit their target, which... the navi planned to do frequently. Seraphim's eyebrows furrowed, focusing his power into the blade. Light fluxed, waxing and waning around the navi, then flowing along the blade, liquid light shining along the entire length of the weapon for a moment as the navi looked up, his eyes shining with their own inner fire as the light burst off the weapon, revealing a pure white, slowly rotating edge. It was not white from the power of holiness, or religion. It was white hot. The navi brought the blade before him, the heat radiating from the weapon was far too hot to hold for long... He'd have to make this... quick! The navi lunged at the two viruses, the same type that had made that attempt to attack him the previous turn, planting his feet into the ground as he brought the blade about, the rotating edges on the giant sword going faster until they were a blur, the navi himself placing a foot at a 45% angle from his other foot, then shuffled other foot back a bit, repeating the process as he dragged the blade around in a deadly circle, the white-hot sword sparking through its targets, the heat lighting them on fire, the blade... it was getting too hot to hold. Seraphim bore the heat for a couple more seconds, the blade dropping at ready to his side, now being only held with one hand.

Seraphim slowly turned to face the final virus, the winds whipping around the hero, and the final enemy he was required to defeat in order to end this match of deadly swift strategy, of delusion and hidden meanings, but the protagonist didn't care about that. He never did. Seraphim wasn't going to break the fourth wall right now. It was probably broken already, he mused, but now was not the time for musings. It was a time for action. The weapon was beginning to burn his fingers through the gauntlets. It was time to end this, and move on. If there was another random battle, so be it. But he would end this one. He would continue on. He would end this. Lacing his fingers firmly around the blade, the burning in his hands only furthering his determination, he ran toward the final virus, screaming stupidly, but screaming as he lived, as he brought the blade down at the last virus, he lived as he always would. Being the main character.

1] Slam sword, create distraction
2] Magbolt VolgearEXB (90)
3] *arcenergize widesword (fire) Widesword tuby, volgearexA, B [80+20]
4] Widesword tuby, volgearexA, B [80+20]
5] Widesword Bagworm C [2(80+20)]

(Hah! TWO turn KO! Not one!
...
Aw, man! Now I've gotta decide what miniboss to use on you!)

SpikeyEXA: DELETED
SpikeyEXB: DELETED
SpikeyEXC: DELETED
BagwormA: DELETED
BagwormB: DELETED
BagwormC: DELETED
VolgearEXA: DELETED
VolgearEXB: DELETED
TubyA: DELETED
TubyB: DELETED

Seraphim: 140 HP (2 1-hit Barriers)

-Victory!-
Prize: 1000z

(OOC: only 'cuz I was lazy and decided no hax was for the best.)

Seraphim, a little sad, a little happy, walked on forward.

A single enemy advances on Seraphim. Is that all, this late in the game? Looking for all the world like a lowly Metool, something seems strange about it. A quick HP scan later and those suspicions are confirmed. What IS this thing? To add to his problems, there's something behind the enemy that he might want to protect...

?Metool?: 250 HP
GMD: 5 HP

Seraphim: 140 HP

-BATTLE 5! FIGHT!-

Seraphim swayed from side to side for a moment, looking as if for all the world he was listening to some inner music before raising his head to the sky. The net sky seemed like a block, and endless at the same time, a barrier to the world outside that of the plot, freedom beyond a script. The navi briefly chuckled, then his eyes grew a more somber tone as he looked at his foe. There was something- more to this enemy, something different than he could discern simply from blowing it out of the air. Or rather, there was something-, as a hero, he needed to protect. The fragile crystal- in the incredibly hard minigame! Of course! The navi nodded sagastically, then proceeded to hold out the giant blade. He grinned for a moment, then sprinted for the metool, then leaping at the last second, twisting in midair, and bringing the sword down in a line perpendicular to the ground with a crack, guarding the floating crystal from both view, as well as the battle, for now. The navi left the weapon there, standing in front of it as his grin widened, drawing forth spirals of light from his back, coalescing into the vague form of a gun gone wrong, with a blade somehow welded to it, forming a mesh between gun and blade.

"Time to- uh, Clean your- I don't know, Phoenix Shot." The navi wasn't good with one-liner quips, and stumbled over the simple phrase as he shrugged, then snapped his fingers, drawing a shell with intricate fiery designs upon it from midair. He flipped open the chamber of the weapon, this time to the left, and "slotted" the shell in. It just barely fit. His operator had slotted the chip in herself mere seconds ago, but her navi seemed to have a slight control over when he'd use them, that was good, at least. Seraphim flipped the chamber closed, stared down the stock, which was interrupted by a jutting blade, thhen braced the weapon carefully, not wishing to bisect his hand when he fired it. This time, he would be prepared, and not be sent flying into the ground. He cocked the weapon and fired. The backlash still sent the weapon shuddering against his chest for a split second, as his eyes struggled to dig out details from the now- blue-scale landscape, the image of the fiery bird jumping from the weapon still prominent in his mind. But he had aimed. He had gone for a swift hit, as opposed to an all around explosion, and it had worked. At least... He thought it had worked. He couldn't see what had really happened, there was enough soot to choke an army floating about. With a staring at his enemy for a small time, he raised his weapon and chanted out three words, lower than what he had blasted out with before, but this was still a spectacle to be seen.

"Mark Ka Non."

He let the sight do the aiming for him as he drew out another specialized bullet, along with one- more ordinary one, but still a bright golden color. He slotted them in, the gold one with grooves across the surface first, then the simple golden one second. This would be his second welcoming surprise to the little met-monster, had it not been finished by his previous assault. Power drew into the weapon for a slight second, the sword-mesh-gun charging its forces as the navi sweated slightly, putting this much into the weapon probably wasn't a wise idea. The weapon probably couldn't stand up with this much energy for long. Indestructable metals had broken easily enough before, in most of the things he knew of. The barrel sent forth its payload, with a spiraling flower of smoke, looking almost like a crosshair to have the next one follow up, the navi aiming on pure intuition where the enemy might be, where he might be able to hit the enemy at, where- There. There was a shadow in the smoke. His sword was still behind him, so that had to be the monster.

"Take this, fiend, Ka Non!" The navi let the second burst go, firing a blast of golden light, this one leaving the more traditional version of smoke simply leaking from the barrel as the navi grimaced and looked for results, trying to look cool, but coughing and waving at the smoke at all the wrong moments. Would these actions lead to survival or death? The navi thought as he stumbled - Seraphim felt- Slee-py

1] Aegis [Green mystery data] [3 1-hit-barriers]
2] Switch to gun
3]Phoenixshot [90]
3]*target
4]Markcannon [70]
5] Cannon [40]

MAINBUMP TURN ON
SEND OUT EVERY SIG

((COME FORTH MY MODDING POWERS!))

Seraphim's protective shields surrounded the Mystery Data nicely. The heroic navi blasted shot after shot at the strange virus, causing it to meep in dismay. The metool angrily retaliated with an attack of it's own, which unfortunately, hit. Not for much though...

?Metool?: 50 HP
GMD: 5 HP (3 1-hit Barriers)

Seraphim: 100 HP

"Hngh!" Seraphim whuffed as he was knocked back by the force of the blow, which sent him stumbling away, then into a roll, which stopped as he fortunately hit his weapon. Still standing like the testament to a hero it might have been, if Seraphim had taken that particular blow straight to the face, like he might have. Seraphim looked at the met, then back at the sword, then finally, stared hard at his sword-mesh-gun. he opened the chamber, slipping a final round into his hand, and placing it into the gun with a small "click." Flipping the chamber closed, the navi sighed for a second. His chest hurt. But he had to do his duty as the hero.

"Finisher! Shot Gun!" The navi zeroed-in on the foe, clicking back the hammer and pulling the trigger, almost with ease, but with a slight hesitance, as if, for a second, he didn't know what he was doing, but that moment passed, and the blast fired, the thunderclap of the shot leaving its sound in his ears, and a reminder why mets should not cross a navi's path.

1] Shotgun
*Aiming shot (target)
2-5] Prepped dodge

BOOM! The Metool exploded and seemed to be deleted, but what's this? A strange barrier has surrounded the Metool! It seems to be, doing something.
Seraphim notices that they're not out of Battle Routine yet. Something's up.

?Metool?: ??? (Inside Barrier)
GMD: 5 HP (3 1-hit Barriers)

Seraphim: 100 HP

"Persistent, aren'tya?" Seraphim asked, prepping his weapon and firing several shots at the thing, with his cry of "Burst shot!"

Summary
1-4] Buster shot [12*4]
5] Prep action[switch]

Seraphim fires shot after shot, and at the last moment, his final attack is diverted. The Metool stands, fully healed, and what's more, HP readings say that the max HP have GROWN since last time.
The Metool now has a blue helmet and blue shoes much like its third generation family. It looks at Seraphim, ready for battle.

?Metool? (2nd Form): 500 HP
GMD: 5 HP (3 1-hit Barriers)

Seraphim: 100 HP

-Status Message: Chips restored-

Seraphim tilted his head, looking at the strange new monster, which had seemingly come forth from its previous frame, possibly through glitches, or in a cutscene. The navi couldn't discern which at the moment, but the blue indicated that it was a pallette recolor of one of the normal metool monsters, or even the metool "ex" thingies, which were the advanced form of a metool. Seraphim would have to say that this was one of the highest forms of the "Met" monster species, his knowledge dictated that there were usually only 3-5 recolors. Of course, this could be fanbased, and multiple crappy recolors could be everywhere, but he hoped not. Seraphim raised his gun-mesh-sword, staring down the barrel for a moment, before hearing something vague in the backround from Erin, who seemed rather irritated at an intrusion, or such. The navi didn't respond to the intrusion, as he couldn't do anything in the world of NPCs, really, except possibly go on a sidequest to unite the two NPCs that professed their love to the world, but never to each other, but he doubted this was the case. After all, Erin seemed close to throwing things at the man. It was probably a cutscene, with a recruitable character in the man's possession, and he'd have another person on his team! The navi nodded, his logic made perfect sense. He stood there for a couple seconds, not even looking at the metool, just nodding his head, his face in a thoughtful expression, one eyebrow arched, his chin in his palm.He brought his hand away from his face and lashed it out, grabbing onto the hilt of the giant blade, his hand wrapping tightly around that handle before he dragged it from the ground with a roar.

"Fire Sword!" Was the outcry, and Erin, paying little attention, just grabbed the chip and slapped it in, hearing him just barely over her rant at the poor man from scilabs trying to simply install something. The sword simply blasted forth with flames, the wreath of heat surrounding the blade with a halo of light. The navi's faced outlined with the flames, he ground the blade into the ground next to him, charging forth at his opponent. He couldn't simply kill it with a normal blade, if it was indeed one of the more powerful versions of its type. He would have to use an elemental weapon, dealing more damage than an ordinary blade would, hopefully. His hand tightened around the hilt, as his other hand took hold of the handle, and he brought it around in a giant swipe, the flames trailing after the blade like some hellish aura. The weapon smashed into the opposition as the navi shifted his weight, took a step to the side, and brought the blade back with a heave, using his hands to keep the weapon in balance, and spun around, pacing his feet to keep from falling over, using the blade as a counterbalance, then lashing out at the metool as would a person who had just started playing golf, smacking at it in a diagonal-upward direction with the blade, backpedaling a bit as the blade was raised above his head, struggling with all his might to keep from falling over, then grinned as he achieved his goal, then arched his back forward and brought the flaming blade down at the met with a "boom" straight into the ground, the echoing explosion causing a bit of notice in the area of the net, cracking the panel as it made a small crater where it had hit. If the met had survived all that, it couldn't be without any injury at all.

The navi panted, his operator ranted, and the navi fell to his knees, not in exhaustion, or in injury, but because he wanted to do something. Tightening his grip on the hilt of the blade until his knuckles turned white, or would have turned white if he hadn't had gauntlets on, the navi slowly dragged his weapon, through the ground, to his side, leaning on the blade for a second before slicing it through the ground even further backward, out of its earthly prison, and leapt into the air, as high as he could, his muscles straining, his limbs flailing through the air as he lept straight up, leapt into the sky, below a place he would never reach, but far above the met. He didn't raise the blade as much simply stand on each of the alternating sides of the hilt, nearly standing on it, looking as if he was a cartoon character trying to pull it from a non-existent ground, but instead, he was using the blade as a crude rudder, guiding his descent at the single, forlorn metool monster on the ground, his expression grim as he sought to end this particular battle, the jump over all too soon, the blade cratered the ground even further, cracks from before widening, and the navi grinned, this time tiredly, as he petered back, his arms nearly twitching from wielding the heavy blade, the weapon buried up to its hilt in who knew what, as he dragged it back from the ground, tumbling backward, his assault spent, his energy spent, and- the navi fell back, his legs dangling off the top of the crater, a single hand on the handle of the blade, the other on his chest, the navi's eyes half-closed.

In the real world, however deluded Seraphim was, as Erin knew it to be, a man had barged into her room, thrown her some upgrades, and was starting on her- Well, she didn't have a single idea what he was doing, but was probably installing some sort of spyware or something like a virus engine and was going to blame her or something. Well, she wasn't about to let that past, and was getting into her rant about the stupidity of assholes who thought they could take advantage of those who had poor health or simply were disabled, or even both. She brought her hand down on the table-cabinet next to her with a slap as she finished up her angry rant, and nursed her hand for a second, ruining the effect her rant might have had. She turned toward Seraphim, and all fired up, she began on her rant at him as well for lazing about on the job, but the girl's breath caught, and she began to cough. With these heavy, repeated coughing came small flecks of blood, which dotted her hand, and her other hand clenched the sheets up as she doubled up, coughing.

1-3] Firesword [80+20*3]
4-5] Firesword [80+20*2]

In a brilliant display of epic swordsmanship, Seraphim quickly reduces the Metool to a heap of rubbish data.

?Metool? (2nd Form): DELETED
GMD: GET!

Seraphim: 100 HP

-A WINNER IS YOU-
Get: 1000z
Mystery Data Get: Magbolt1

"E-erin?" Seraphim asked questioningly.

((Assuming you want a battle?))

OOC:Yes.