The thunderous charge of the Metool Horde shook the ground underneath Zombieman's combat boots. Vitrual pebbles shifted and danced upon the ground, disturbed from their rest by the pound of Metool feet. Zombieman squinted as a series of Metools broke into a run, shattering through the ranks to form three distinct troop blocks. The Larger mass of the horde rumbled to a stop as the three smaller blocks carefully stepped forward, fanning out to incircle Zombieman with their mass.

"This time, you probably really should be on the defensive, thats quite a few Metools out there, and you did just slaughter a whole bunch before that. They look pissed. Im sending you a Ringlog, Guard, and the Rageclaw. Bide your time and pick shots where you can. We'll move to a better position of my mark. We got this."

Archard's voice floated over to where Zombieman stood. After a few moments of concentration, Zombieman dug deep into his buffer system, quietly reminding himself to fix a glitch in the system, He activated His Guard and Rageclaw. The air warped, buckling under the pressure of new data, it gave way to the shining shield on Zombieman's arm that burst into being with a rainbow of streaming data.

Zombieman clashed his Rageclaw spear and silver shield together, and with a taunt of challenge, the Navi carefully stepped around the Hole. Rolling death swirled into being, the green tornado of data condensing and solidifying. The log swept the battlefield rolling over rocks and bouncing off Metool helms. Unable to discern if the log had actually penetrated the metal, Zombieman was interrupted by Archard's voice.

"Mark!"

Zombieman broke into a run, flanking a large group of Metools as they reformed their ranks. is red lance flashed, spiraling in the air as it arced into the mass before him. He grasped his sheild tightly, feeling the cool surface of the curved material. He positioned his combat boots, settleing them deep in the virtual dirt, and scratched an irritating itch in his ear. Shoving the offending ear into his jacket pocket, he made himself aware of the Metools that moved around him, preparing to deflect and cover from the tsunami of force that surely awaited him.

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Overview

1) Ringlog1 to MiniMetHordeA splash to MiniMetHordeB (50 DMG + Splash [Wood])
2) Rageclaw to MiniMetHordeA (40 DMG)
3) Guard1 (60 DMG reflect)

Archard glanced curiously at Zombieman, the faraway look in the his eye relayed the intense thoughts of the Navi. The lone metool stood before him, managing a rather imperious stance for such a short creature. a thunderous beat echoed through their skulls, ringing their ears as the horde stomped in time with each other. Pickaxes held evenly, the light of the net glinting off their vicious points.

"Well, Zombieman, you really do know how to pick your fights."

Zombieman turned to face his operator. No emotion broke through stare. Eventually, a slightly hopeless look shone through the Navi's pale eye.

"Well old man, we probably best choose our next actions carefully. Chancing the pickaxes and resolve of that horde would be madness."

Sighing, Zombieman stared toward the artifical sky of the Net. Feeling for something in his leather pocket, he muttered something underneath his breath in an unknown language

"Yurgs Trahumea"

An insane grin broke across Zombieman's face.

"Madness? They threaten us with damage and deletion? Oh I've chosen my actions carefully Archard....

THIS. IS. ACDC!"

Zombieman's combat boot put a very impressive tread mark on the Helmet of the metool. The force of the blow knocking the virus backward, stumbling toward the hole. A vicious gleam sparked in Zombieman's eye as the envoy stumbled closer and closer to the pit's unfathomable depths...


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Overview

1) Debate
2) Threat
3) Rageclaw throw Metool Envoy into Pit (20 DMG)

As Zombieman's PET was flooded with newly earned Zenny, Zombieman questioned his operator.

"Archard, just how long do we plan on remaining here? We have been hunting viruses for several hours now."

"Well Old Man, how are you feeling? Up for some more? I figured you would be eager to regain some of your former abilities."

Zombieman chuckled.

"Haha, always. Fighting for yourself is definately more work than I remember."

A puzzled expression slid across Archard's face.

"What do you mean by that?"

Zombieman, instead of answering, busied himself with continuing down the path, ignoring his operator as the floating holographic screen chased after him.

Zombieman scanned the hazy battlefield before him. His bright orange targeting screen traced circles around the offending viruses. Three forms slinked toward him in the eveloping dust. A reticule blinked into existance, swirling around the small Metool that brandished it's pickaxe wildly. The screen's color faded into a bloodthirty red as Zombieman restablished his footing, and posting his Cannon upon his silver shield, spit a shrieking missle at the startled virus.

"Alright Zombieman! Use the cover created by the explosion to find the Rageclaw. The Spiky seemed to be limping pretty bad, so, with some luck, you can finish him off. Just be careful of the Metools that might still be lurking about. Watch your back Old Man."

Leaving his protective barrier wedged into the ground, Zombieman lept forward, racing toward the steaming spiky and where his makeshift polearm would lay. Waving his hand infront of his face to clear some of the swirling dust, Zombieman grabbed ahold of the pipe that stuck out from where it was launched, he spinned it twice in his palm, before bringing it viciously down upon the wolf that snorted two bright plumes of fire in suprise.

The swing gave him the momentum to spin fully around, and staring down the metool that had crept behind him, again launched the pipe into the air, the warped metal spiraled wildly, and before Zombieman could assess the damage, lost his footing, his kneecap spinning to a halt a few meters away from his now crouched form.

Cursing, Zombieman rolled to his right, exstinquishing the small flame that burned a hole in his pink "Meat is Murder" shirt. With the missing bone is his pale palm, he popped the kneecap back with an unplesent squeltching noise, and scanned the field for the Metool.

"Im fairly certain I saw this in a movie once, right before the dashing hero was attacked by an abomination to nature. Just why am I getting that feeling, Archard?"

"Probably because your such a drama queen, just keep an eye out, eh?"

Zombieman then rolled that eye.

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Overview

1) Cannon to Metool B (40 DMG)
2) Rageclaw to Spiky (40 DMG)
3) Rageclaw to Metool C (40 DMG)

A wave of blistering heat crashed against Zombieman's aegis, flames licking the edges of the shield before being reflected back by the smouldering dog. The programing spent, the shimmering shield sparkled, and evaportated into nothingness, leaving an indignant Zombieman.

"What kind of shield is this? here I was expecting more... umpfh in its defence."

Archard looked sheepish.

"I could of sworn I told you about that little part..."

Zombieman just glared at his operator, who only cracked an embarrased grin. Archard cleared his throat.

"Well, im sending out another Guard, along with a heatshot and and rageclaw. The Shrubby is weak to the heatshot, so it should take it out."

Out of his pocket, Zombieman pulled his favorite bright red shell. Grasping it tightly in a gummy palm, He flipped open the chamber to the shotgun that remained in his other, four and a half fingered palm. Jumping over a wave of force sent his way, he broke into a run, lurking at the edges of the remaining group, sliding to a halt where the steaming canine and bristling plant seemed offended at each other's closeness. Zombieman pulled the trigger.

Flames licked the pellets as the heatshot blasted into the air, creating a cone of deadly, smouldering, force. Hopeing to finish off the powerfully built wolf, the tip of the pipe in Zombieman's pale hand sparkled, red data formed his Rageclaw program. Immediately lancing the javelin forward, it warbled slightly in the air on route to the canine.

Digging into his buffer program, he searched for another weapon, finding only the Guard Battlechip, Zombieman ducked behind his silver and green shield. Sighing slightly, he leaned his bent back on the wall, digging a small silver flask from what may have been his pelvic bone, he took a deep drink.

Archard's face sunk into his hand.

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Overview

1) Heatshot to Shrubby, Splash to Spiky (40 DMG [Fire] + Splash)
2) Rageclaw to Spiky (40 DMG)
3) Guard1

Archard looked over the mass of viruses that patrolled infront of them. A Canodumb stood alert in the center of the mass, three metools prowling infront of the Shrubby beside it. On the edge of the pack, a Spiky stood alert, catching the distinct sent of rotting data, Zombieman. Two viruses fluttered through the air, barreling over each other in a mad dash for the Navi.

"You just had to say it didnt you, Old Man? Every virus. You know Murphy was listening! Play it cool, and be on the defensive. You can outlast all the viruses there. Im sending a Guard, Shotgun, an-"

A loud roar echoed around the pack. A wall of pellets meeting the two charging viruses halfway, causing the pair to tumble over each other, attempting to dodge the burst of force and shrapnel.

The rest of the pack swiveled on the spot, the Canodumb's targeting array flashed red and painted a crosshair over the breast of Zombieman's jacket. Just infront of the virus, three pickaxes hummed with power, ready to release a wave of concussive force as the Spiky's hackles raised, smoking billowing from its fur and snorts of fire bursting from it's nose.

"-or you can do that."

As Archard huffed in indignation, crossing his arms and settling back in his chair, swirling green data burst into being, forming a large log that careened toward the mass, the Canodumb and Spiky quivering in its menacing shadow.

Seeing the power leavied against him, Zombieman opened his buffer file. A shimmering shield of silver and green data formed in his intact hand, once complete, the Navi ducked behind the aegis, straining his torn ears to listen for the advance of the viruses.

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Overview

1) Shotgun to Seedbat splash to Spooky (50 DMG + Splash)
2) Ringlog1 to Spiky and Canodumb (50 DMG to two targets [Wood])
3) Guard1

As the Spooky slowly dematerialized, Zombieman looked penisve. Slowly counting and recounting on his fingers, difficult when used to being able to count to ten, he came to a conclusion.

"I do believe, Archard, that we have fought every basic virus model in this Net. Have new viruses been designed lately? I recieve bulletins from Net officials, but havn't recieved any new viral data."

Archard's form just shrugged in his screen, preoccupied with transfering the new Battlechips and Zenny to Zombieman's PET. Zombieman, noticing his Operator as clueless as he, moved on, so as to test his hypothesis.

After he stumbled back and wiped his face clean with his leather sleeve, Zombieman stared stupidly at the Spooky virus that had just licked him.

"Who would lick the enemy? I'm not reading any damaged systems..."

But he spoke to soon, slowly, he noticed the minor damage to the majority of programming. Groaning, Zombieman activated his emergency saved data, bringing the damaged systems to the state they were immediately before the slobbery attack.

The Ghost danced back, giggled chillingly, and disappeared. Instantly, Zombieman spun on his heels, checking behind him. Seeing nothing but a Metool slinking around to attack his unprotected back, Zombieman growled in annoyance.

When gray data streamed into his arms, Zombieman stroked his newly formed Cannon lovingly. The Metool just didnt understand the attraction to the firearm as it's targeting screen flashed red and roared, a triangular lazersight centering on the Metool's shiny dome.

peering through the smoke, Zombieman saw the Spooky hovering in the air, staring at him with bulbous eyes. Reaching into his buffer system, he realised a problem.

"Archard... we're out of ranged weaponry arn't we."

"Err, yeah Old Man, last was that Cannon Battlechip. I've already loaded in the Rageclaw, if you can lure it down."

Mad genius sparkled in Zombieman's pale eye.

"I think I have an answer."

When familiar red data formed his clawed gauntlet, Zombieman deftly took it off, fastening it tightly to his steel pipe. Taking his other eye out of his pocket, he double checked the alignment before taking a few steps back, cocking his makeshift javelin, and hurtling it toward the Spooky, hopefully knocking it to the ground.

Walking up his weapon, Zombieman tugged the bootlegged polearm from where it stuck out of the ground. The Ghost hovered nearby, and flickering as it were, Zombieman was unable to determine if his missile had connected.

"Finish him!"

"Ok Archard, you dont get to play mortal combat on my PET ever again. Im cutting you off."

Archard just looked degected. Nevertheless, spinning his weapon once, he brought it down on the ghost.

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Overview

Skill) Conversion of Charged Buster (2x2x8=32/2=16 HP restored)
1) Cannon to Metool (40 DMG)
2) Rageclaw throw Spooky B to ground (20 DMG)
3) Rageclaw to Spooky B (40 DMG)

Zombieman was taken aback by the variety in the pack of viruses that prowled up the stretch infront of him. Three Metools were hearded infront of the large Spiky, its smoking fur mixing with the shimmer of two ghost-like viruses. Sparkles and lights appearing and dissappearing like Will-O-the-Wisps as the ghosts blinked around the pack.

"Well Zombieman, we know our weaker Battlechips can vaporize a Metool in one go, but the Spiky is tougher. Im not sure about the Ghosts. Id hit them with a shotgun if you can. Sending A Ringlong, Heatshot, and Shotgun to you."

Zombieman circled the pack of viruses, idly rubbing his hand down the stock of his shotgun, he imitated the Spiky pack that accosted him not long ago. When the tornado of green data swam into being, it drew the virus' attention, the ghosts swarmed around the data, deciphering the code. Hoping to end their pondering, Zombieman pulled the trigger of the shotgun in his hands, creating a bellowing roar, and sending a wave of shrapnel and pellets toward Casper and his little friend.

Sliding a bright red shell into the chamber, he cocked the weapon menacingly. Looking through the haze of displaced dirt, disturbed by the falling log, Zombieman saw the loping gait of a Spiky, flanked by a small domed figure. Lineing up his sights, the burst of white-hot pellets and flame burned a path through the smog.

Looking around warily, Zombieman knew that the blasts had broadcasted his position, even in the miasma of dust. Checking and rechecking over his shoulder, he searched for any sign of a virus creeping through the dust.

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Overview

1) Ringlog1 to Spiky, splash to Metool A (50 DMG + Splash [Wood])
2) Shotgun to Spooky A, splash to Spooky B (50 DMG + Splash)
3) Heatshot to Spiky, splash to Metool B (40 DMG + Splash [Fire])

Carefully stepping over the disintigrating helmet of the Metool he brained, Zombieman surveyed the scene. The only evidence of the battle were the gashes of force in the ground and the column of Metools marching into the distance. Archard's face broke out into a wide grin.

"Haha! Allright Zombieman! That was amazing. How are you feeling?"

Casually spinning his pipe in his left hand, Zombie brushed his hair out of his eyes with his right. Literally. Replacing his eye, he observed the column.

"Invigorated. I do wonder what such a large group is planning. Do you know anything about Metools, Archard?"

Archard shook his head, still pleased at Zombieman's performance in the fight. Mirroring Archard, Zombieman shrugged, before walking in the direction from which the Metools arrived.