Jazz in: Frigid Dragon Slayer

Sliding down at rapid speeds, Jazz was quick to notice he was about to level out, even with the floatshoes beneath his feet, he couldn't stop his decent down to such a place and then there was the hole the WORM had created to escape him...fighting it head on was a bad idea, no doubt, but...he had his ways to make the thing exit the ground. Stephine. We got any terrain changing chips? Something to eject the WORM out from it's hidey hole? Jazz asked as he came up on the hole, he had to make a quick choice. Surprisingly enough, Stephine sent him a chip...and it was a full scale change to boot. MudStage eh? Lets try it. Jazz spoke simply, the rabbit immediately activating it upon seeing what it was. If he was right, it would eject the worm from it's hole and give it a love tap to boot, he could figure out his plan of attack immediately afterwards.

Upon the activation of the chip, Jazz's feet just above the snow and ice, would send out a pulse of energy all up and down the mountain he was sliding down the side of. Snow and ice melting away rapidly to reveal the earth beneath it, the earth beneath it immediately beginning to absorb the moisture from the melting ice and snow. Rapidly, Jazz sent down torrents of mud all down and around the WORM, least of all it's hideyhole it dug, the navi watching as a thick clay-like earth flooding the hole and filling it to the brim without a second thought...he was hoping the WORM would surface in front of him, he wanted to delete it now before he hit the bottom of this mountain of newly made mud, he would have no chance on even terrain...making him wish he had stayed in the tunnels for one reason or another...mistakes were most assuredly made, but he was gonna correct them...now where was the massive thing?

Overview
*Floatshoes active
*Break Passive: Mass Destruction (+1 coverage to Blast, Spread, Splash and Nova attacking chips)
*Equipped: SwordDamage: 80 + Slashing
Accuracy: B
Description: Creates a sword made of solidified energy, with a very short blade. Hits one target per slash
Duration: Until Overridden/Broken. Breaks automatically after 6 swings.
Element: Null
Trader Rank: D in the shape of a climbing pick. 6/6 uses remaining(?)
1: MudStageEffect: Full Stage Mud Terrain Change
Accuracy: S
Description: Changes the entire battlefield to Mud Terrain.
Duration: Once
Element: Wood
Trader Rank: C, full stage change to Mud

• Non-Wood Elementals get -10% Evasion penalty and reduced movement speed, 25% (+/-25% RP) chance to fall or get stuck (1 action to get free).
• Automatically triggers Aqua Boost for appropriate chip attacks.
• Wood attacks: Change terrain hit to Soil.
• PanelShot: Imbue Wood + Slow1.

, eject WORM to surface to gage its position
----Turn Split, 5 Actions remain----

Even this far beneath the surface, the power of Battlechips still had sway over the Net. The glacier began to groan and creak around Jazz's ears as a significant layer of its base was transmuted into wet, boggy earth. The wormtunnels underfoot immediately collapsed, temporarily pinning their creator under their own tremendous weight before it managed to dig itself out. The last entrance to the tunnels whipped past Jazz - if he wanted out, he would have to climb, and that didn't seem like the wisest option now that he was stuck in the bog with the WORM.

The WORM that was coming right for him, bellowing rage and flecks of spit from a mouth that could fit Jazz standing. The last of Jazz's slide was just barely enough to keep the torrent of stampeding limbs from running him down; as his momentum petered out, the whole of its fleshy body whipped by bare inches away. Up the hill, the head made an about-face, ready to come back for another go at its would-be meal.

-The Things that Lurk Beneath the Net-
42494E415259.WORM: (??? - 310) HP [Mud] [2 Actions Remaining]

-P̵̸͠R̶͠E͞҉̷͝Y͢͏̵̴-
Jazz.EXE: 200 HP [Mud] [Sword: 4/6 uses] [5 Actions Remaining]

-Terrain-
95% Mud [Nest Depths]
5% Missing [Mouth of WORM]

-Special-
Nest Depths: there appears to be no way out at present

-EXTERMINATOR - PURGE THE INFECTION-
-TURN #3: CONTINUE?-

A beat began to pick up around him, an electric guitar and a piano singing out with heavy beats as he barely managed to avoid the teeth of the massive monster, turning around to try and gnash at him, rip him to shreds. All as the WORM's saliva flecks managed to get stuck onto his face and weighing down his green fur. Simply wiping it all away as he calculated his next move, the entire area was covered in slippery, sticky mud as he barely hovered above it all, turning to face the creature as it continued to roar out. This was one WORM problem he needed to excise quickly, stone faced as he continued to slide downwards, his pick still tightly in his hand as he went about this...and quickly decided on his course of action as his sword disappeared into nothingness, having released it from it's duty for the time being, not that he needed another way to turn with how things began to even out.

As the worm began to turn around for another attack at Jazz, he would quickly begin calculating it's trajectory down towards him, racing at him headlong with little regard for it's own safety...waiting for a moment to know how to evade it's next charge...and with a kick off the ground, he made his move, sending mud up into the air as the white rabbit crossed towards one of the farther sides of the field on the opposite way the WORM was likely headed towards him at. His feet continuing to find purchase just above the muddy terrain he had made, he immediately turned himself towards the WORM's gargantuan body, sliding to a stop as he did. Stephine. You been recording how much we've done to this thing? I'm hoping it doesn't take much more...I'm runnin outta room down here. Jazz finally spoke, out of breath and worrying for his safety.

The tapping of a screen out of his sight filled his ears, drowning out the song he had began playing just a moment ago, foot tapping along with the beat despite everything. Nothing's been showing up...but I THINK it's somewhere in the early 300 range? If the thing is continuing to burn from that FireBomb you dropped on it early on? You've been a lot more focused on survival than actually dealing damage though... Stephine finally answered, it was not a ton comparatively to what he's been capable of showing off in the past. BlueMoon and Machinegun, then. I think I have the perfect trajectory here. I need to nuke this thing down NOW. Jazz said immediately, he was gonna get wrapped up in it's coils before long if he waited anymore...and that he couldn't deal with.

CLICK
CLICK
DING!

Inhaling deeply as each click loaded into the PET, the confirmation the data was sent...time almost slowed down for Jazz as his mind processed the situation. I'm awake...and I'm alive...and I don't intend on going back to sleep any time soon...so...please...please...DIE FOR ME! Jazz spoke softly...eyes closed for a moment before opening up...hands outstretched as a beam of energy erupted from the rabbit's palms, an extremely light blue beam of light exploding forwards as he stood his ground. Deep black claws trying to find purchase in the wet mud below as his eyes glowed an ominous dark red all the same. His body quivering out as the beam slowly petered out, attempting to find purchase in the WORM's thick skin like nothing else before finally disappearing. Jazz seemingly fatigued from the action, but holding onto his consciousness for the time being, even as his eyes continued glow their deep red hue...and the top part of his body suit having ripped to shreds in the process, exposing the neumerous scars and gashes the rabbit had obtained as "trophies" over the years.

I have people I wanna see again...on the other side...but I don't intend on dying yet...I also have people I wanna see again...here... Jazz thought, even as the bitter cold began to hit him full force, his body shivering in the cold despite his fur. He ignored it wholesale. He had his eyes on the prize as he continued to unpack the chip data...a single barrel shotgun began to form into one of his hands, a barrel full of ammo lodged deeply in the gun like it didn't belong and gripping it tightly, even as blood rushed to his digits from how tightly he gripped it, he pulled it upwards the WORM body that was no doubt still flooding in front of his sight...and despite his rage, anxiety...hatred bubbling up to the surface, the rabbit had the faculties to try and evade another attack. Attempting to dodge backwards, moving as far back as he possibly could, claws in his big rabbit paws still on full display from the rabbit's feeling, trying to keep him rooted to the floor as more mud splashed upwards from his hops backwards.

Gun held up in the air at the massive creature that saw him as a snack...the rabbit pulled the trigger. The weapon sending a single bullet forwards as the weapon's recoil sent his arm straight up into the air, threatening to break every single bone and muscle in his arm...but it quickly reset back towards the WORM, a second blast ringing out and sending his arm upwards as a single bullet blasted forwards...and like clockwork, his arm reset in front of him like before...second after second he shot off seven more blasts from this disgusting frankenstein of a shotgun, bullets sent out haphazardly as anger continued to bubble up to the surface. Bullets hitting the massive target in front of him...splattering into the mud...or even so much as ricocheting off the ground to elsewhere in the field...and all above else...the rabbit under his breath muttering strange things...concerning things...

Die...
Die...
DIE!
DIE!
DIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIE!

Overview
*Floatshoes active
*Break Passive: Mass Destruction (+1 coverage to Blast, Spread, Splash and Nova attacking chips)
*Equipped: Sword in the shape of a climbing pick. 4/6 uses remaining
1: MudStageEffect: Full Stage Mud Terrain Change
Accuracy: S
Description: Changes the entire battlefield to Mud Terrain.
Duration: Once
Element: Wood
Trader Rank: C full stage change to Mud, eject WORM to surface to gage its position
----Turn Split, 5 Actions remain----
*Unequip Sword
2: Judge WORM's Trajectory at Jazz
3: Movement away from the WORM's Mouth, opposite of it's attacking direction
4: Chip: BlueMoonDamage: 200 + Lunar Drain + Uninstall
Accuracy: A
Description: Fires a ray of lunar energy at an enemy, which also inhibits the NaviCust. Rare
Duration: Once
Element: Null
Special: Lunar Drain: Removes the target's outermost defense layer, even if it wouldn't normally be removed by this attack. Nullifies any counterattacks from that defense. Still triggers other defenses' counterattacks, if applicable.
Trader Rank: A: 200 + Lunar Drain + Uninstall (Acc: A)--->WORM
5: Movement backwards from his position
6: MachineGun1Damage: (30 x 9 Shots) + Spray Fire
Accuracy: D
Description: Creates a machine gun that fires 9 shots at a single enemy. While inaccurate, its missed shots are capable of hitting others.
Duration: Once
Element: Null
Special: Spray Fire: If a shot from this attack misses its primary target, it has a chance to hit something near the enemy instead of completely missing. Good RP increases the chance of triggering this effect.
Trader Rank: D: (30 x 9 Shots) + Spray Fire (Acc: D)--->WORM

The world seemed to darken before Jazz's eyes. The closer it got, the more of his vision was swallowed by an eclipse of gnashing teeth. He fled, but without the benefit of caves to hide in or a frozen slope,there was no outrunning the WORM. Closer, closer came the jaws - and then there was nothing but crunching, ripping darkness. Stephanie, a world away, had to watch her Navi vanish behind that unearthly mouth. Blue light lit its gums from within for a moment, and soon faded.

The BlueMoon's light illuminated the fleshy cavern Jazz found himself in, but the darkness of its throat was absolute. Rather than burn down its gullet, the beam was seemingly swallowed up outright, motes of afterburn disappearing into the gloom. Mercifully, the beast had stilled enough for Jazz to get his footing, but he could feel the throat rippling beneath his feet, contracting, pulling deeper into that uncertain dark.

In defiance, Jazz drew his gun and let his salvo fly. Some of the shots, perhaps about half, went the same way as his BlueMoon, disappearing into the dark without penetrating. His last four shots were luckier, punching into the fleshy walls. The WORM thrashed; from the void came a riot of bellowing; if Jazz could think through the cacophony and his own painful bites, he might have been able to hear it not as a beast's roar, but as a thousand human voices, raging and rioting.

Abruptly, Stephanie's PET came alive, screens flooding with garbled trash bytes. The WORM's designation finally resolved to show its write protection: whatever connection it had to the NET reeling tenuous and frail. Would one more good hit manage to slay the beast before it finished its meal?

-The Things that Lurk Beneath the Net-
B49NA4152Y.WORM: 1 HP [Mud] [Slow]

-P̵̸͠R̶͠E͞҉̷͝Y͢͏̵̴-
Jazz.EXE: 130 HP [Mud] [Hold] [In WORM's mouth]

-Terrain-
95% Mud [Nest Depths]
5% Missing [Back of WORM's throat]

-Special-
Nest Depths: There is no way out at present.

-EXTERMINATOR - PURGE THE INFECTION-
-TURN #4: CONTINUE?-

With a final CHOMP...Stephine watched as Jazz was swallowed up...devoured by the WORM...and she had to stifle a cry of anguish. Her PET flashing warning sounds at her as the navi that forced his way into her life disappeared...it couldn't quite figure out what kind of situation Jazz was in...it all seemed hopeless as the light from the WORM's mouth disappeared, the radiant blue light disappearing with little fanfare...she should have forced him out with an Escape...she should have stopped him from going in the first place. All the while her PET screamed at her for the lack of a navi or connection to one...before going blank...nothing on screen.

Meanwhile Jazz had fired off shots in the darkness, eyes glowing the deep crimson they had as he fired off shot after shot, almost shouting out at the worm to DIEDIEDIEDIEDIE as he threw the weapon down the throat he could see, it dissipating almost immediately with contact in the infinitesimal void, unraveling at the most base 0s and 1s everything in the net was made up of. He breathed, he bled onto the WORM's throat, a brief flash of hopelessness gripping at his digital heart as he realized he was swallowed up, just barely able to keep himself falling forwards into the void...the screams raging and rioting right into his own mind...only to be partially drowned out by his own inner turmoil and demons jabbing at him, laughing at him...telling him everything...was his fault...survivor's guilt? Or was it something more? Even he could barely focus as his eyes continued to move about as his head filled with everything...the screams...the rage...the demons...the hopelessness of it all...he could scarcely think. Is this what I deserve? For that day? For my failures...Jasmine? A single thought passed through his head...coherent...he could practically see the words floating in front of his blackened vision...all the while he mentally continued to switch between songs...a cacophony of musical styles...of out of context lyrics and beats...everything passing by in a flash in the back of his head as he tried...TRIED to keep himself sane...trying to find the will to move instead of laying down and dying...as the worm processed it's meal...slowly bringing him to it's throat to delete the rabbit wholesale...ears slumped over either side of his head and legs pinned down to the floor of the throat...

Back in the real world, Stephine was freaking out, trying to get her PET screen to turn back on, her PET in a flux as she continued to try and turn the screen back on...try and get ahold of Jazz as she tried to get things back to normal...before it finally came back on...garbled trash bytes flooding over the screen for a brief moment before finally showing the status of both WORM and Navi...Jazz was alive...but he wouldn't be for long...a screenshot of the PET at current happening almost automatically before she called out to him, jamming random chips into the PET...hoping they would reach him, one after another they fell through the bottom as the PET tried and failed to send the data to him for one reason or another...until one finally clicked...and data sent to him.

As he stood in the darkness, Jazz continued to sink into the darkness, mentally and physically...he was alone...he was going to die...he had no reason to believe he could escape...even the songs he tried to play faded to nothing as he readied himself to die. Jasmine...I'm coming... at least...he thought he was alone.

JAZZ! CAN YOU HEAR ME!?

Stephine's voice broke through the cacophony at last. His ears popping back up immediately. Stephine? STEPHINE CAN YOU HEAR ME!? He shouted, but she didn't reply, all the while she was shoving chips inside the PET with every second she could, a failure sound echoing through his head as she shouted.

Don't you dare die on me you damn rabbit! I ain't finished with you! Your fuck buddy is arranging your graduation from the top most nets! You want me to explain to her how you died!? The damn thing should only take one more shot to kill! Stephine shouted as she continued to shove chips in...finally one clicking in the PET and sending itself to Jazz.

Warmth enveloped him as the chip downloaded, a familiar shape began to fill his hands...a rifle. Notches on the stock and barrel of the weapon, a worn steel barrel, and a firm but familiar feeling trigger wrapped around his finger as a lightly scuffed scope fitted itself onto the middle of the barrel. Jazz, stone faced, simply raised the weapon up...turning his upper body as much as he possibly could to aim at the fleshy walls that surrounded him on every side. He didn't say a word, he took his aim at the fleshy internals of the WORM before it could finish what it set out to do. Despite everything screeching at him, human and navi. A flash of the muzzle as he pushed the trigger as many times as he possibly could. Gun barely kicking back into him as he continued to fire wildly into the interiors with the weapon, brief flashes showing the monster's internal structure before going all back to darkness...once...twice...thrice...quince...all four shots ringing out hollowly into the mouth, throat...wherever the shots sent out, he hoped it would be enough.

Overview
*Floatshoes active
*Break Passive: Mass Destruction (+1 coverage to Blast, Spread, Splash and Nova attacking chips)
*Break Active: Smash (Adds Break to one chip attack, once per turn)
*Add break to first attack
1-4: CircleGun1Damage: 100 + Seeking
Accuracy: A
Description: A highly accurate cannon attack that can see through invisibility. Can fire 4 times before being expended. Rare
Duration: 4 Uses
Element: Null
Trader Rank: C--->WORM (First shot has Breaking property)
-----Turn Splice------

The WORM's belly convulsed to the point Jazz's footing disappeared from under him entirely. The WORM tipped its long, dark throat up, becoming a tunnel that pointed straight down. Tumbling, splattered with fluids best not thought about, Jazz struggled to bring his gun to bear before the depths claimed him. Once, twice the darkness swallowed his attacks; the third, pointed straight back the way he'd come, lanced something vital in the jaws' construction. The maw stretched wider, wider -

- and finally cracked. Momentum petering out, the jaws split on their hinge and began to fall away from each other. The worm unzipped down its middle even as Jazz continued to fall down its throat, two rips travelling with him until he hit the ground. though the darkness in its belly was an oncoming rush of howling winds and screaming voices. There was nothing to see, but Jazz still felt it passing straight through him. It was like liquid in the air, almost, but the Navi could feel it passing through the same space his body occupied like he wasn't even there. Somehow, he was unharmed beyond the initial bite marks, but his limbs were racked with bone-deep chills that felt like words scrawled on his deepest frameworks.

Coils of flesh laid in heaps across the nest. The WORM was already beginning to decompose into static. There was nothing in its carcass that was any use to Jazz, but there seemed to be extra data uploading to the PET. It's as if the data was sent right through Jazz, communicated across some plane he couldn't quite see.

-The Things that Lurk Beneath the Net-
BINARY.WORM: [EXPUNGED]

-Those Who Fight Back-
Jazz.EXE: 130 HP [Mud] [Hold] [In WORM's mouth]

-Terrain-
90% Mud [Nest Depths]
10% Hole [Center]

-Special-
Nest Depths: The nest is collapsing. Remaining seems unwise.
Hole: Is descending worth the risk?

-EXTERMINATOR - PURGE THE INFECTION-
-BATTLE #5: VICTORY!!-
Rewards: 1600z, Synapse1Damage: 80 + Piercing + Chain 2
Accuracy: B
Description: Produces a powerful ray through sheer force of thought, which arcs towards nearby enemies when it hits a target.
Duration: Once
Element: Elec
Special: Chain 2: This attack, upon striking a target, may change directions towards a new target. This may be done up to 2 times in one attack.
Trader Rank: D

The walls of the cavern are beginning to fracture, revealing deep crevasses in the glacier. It was unlikely that the WORM was the only thing living in the glacier, if there were still networks of caves it had yet to chew into.

Jazz felt himself begin to go into freefall...his sight beginning to dim...beginning to disappear even as his shots fired out, flashes of light like a slideshow, showing him nothing, a second cracks out, nothing again...and a third...hits flesh before he could disappear, the rabbit hitting the mud shortly afterwards, a bitter cold all across his limbs, all but marking him from the WORM's existence, even as it began to evaporate into the network, the surrounding terrain fracturing...and revealing deep crevasses within the muddy glacier. Jazz, sprawled out in the mud breathed heavily, shaking in the cold...the fear of what just happened...Stephine, however, taking the chance to Jack Out before he could do anything more dangerous...he could reply to the message when he could...and she began to back trace Jazz's path through this area...maybe they could return...maybe see what was so dangerous...and what was digging into the networks...

(JACK OUT)