That's a smart idea, Azure, gives it more use than I generally do with it. And I'll read through yours Grim when I've got a moment. <3

This is an RP forum, and that means there's a lot of cool writing going on. Trouble is, and I'm not sure if this is just me, but I find that the only topics I really read are my own. And I doubt there are many who read entire battle topics other than the posters and the moderators.

Therefore, I'd like to suggest this topic: Post here a link to a busting run, real-world rp or mission that you consider one of your best, or that you'd like to share cool moments from your characters.

Fore example: This is a mission from Torrent where she gets into a dance-off in pirate-infested waters and not a single combat encounter is had.

Oops! I forgot about that. Thanks for the catch. Edited.

Torrent cowered under Haywire’s flailing hooves, fortunate enough to be crouching exactly where they didn’t pass. As she got to her feet, fighting away the tangling briars, the horse circled the room for another pass, but crashed to the floor when its legs locked underneath it. It thrashed and bit wildy, scrambling in a deranged manner.

Torrent breathed heavily, the edge of her fear replaced with uncertainty. Despite how frightening the beast was... she felt a bit sorry for the poor creature, obviously suffering from some unseen pandemic.

“Hippie…” Torrent spoke, her voice laced with uncertainty.

<<...Yeah…>> Torrent could hear that Hippie was also having second thoughts about killing the creature.

“I know we need to stop it to fix the robot, but…”

<<...But it feels like we’re putting down a sick horse…>>

Torrent recalled her fight with the deranged lunatic DarkSpiritZero, and how she’d come very close to killing him. It just didn’t feel right killing someone obviously in need of help.

<<Hold on, I’ll think of something… Some way to get it out…>>

The horse thrashed and snarled, it’s body rippling and steaming as glitches continued to multiply within it. It came to a halt and faced her again. Torrent edged toward the room’s central column, the only piece of cover that could potentially halt a deranged charge. The field of wires wiggled in her way, and she sliced at them as she went.

The horse was staring at her, its head bowed for another charge. Its eyes flickered wildly, sometimes soft and scared, sometimes cold hard pinpricks or waving madly in all directions. Torrent started. The horse had spoken when it came into the room. Maybe…

“I, uh, can’t help noticing you’re having a r-rough time right now.” She called to the horse, fighting to keep her teeth from chattering. “Is… is something wrong?” She swallowed. “Um, I’m Torrent, by the way.” She prepared to dive behind the column should the beast take another charge at her.


---TORRENT'S TURN SUMMARY---

[1]: Surreptitious Sidle (Movement -> Towards the opposite side of the column)

[2]: Rageclaw (40dmg + Slashing, B)-> Hay Field around Torrent

[3]: Dive for Cover (Dodge)


[Cooling] Hydro Power, Ready Next Turn!

MidKnight.EXE and Orion Sinclair

Name: Orion Sinclair
Age: 30
Gender: Female
Appearance: A prim and beautiful woman with shoulder length blonde hair tied up in a fashionable cone. She wears deep purple eyeliner, mascara and lipstick, as well as silvery crescent moon earrings. She clothes herself in high quality fashion, opting today for a long luxurious salmon scarf, a pale pink coat over a black dress, high quality jeans and heel-less dress shoes.

Personality: Orion is, to put it briefly, a spoiled brat who has matured into a demanding pain in the rear. She’s been a model, a singer, a t.v. star and a fiancée, but with time her rotten nature made those pursuits wither into nothing. Once the star child of the proud Sinclair family, she’s ended up squandering their name and dragging it through the mud with her. Now she meanders from one half-bright occupation to the other, bungling into a myriad of scandals and controversies that have tarnished what reputation she has left. Her failures and inevitable self-loathing cause her to lash out with barely concealed frustration.

She takes these frustrations out on her Navigator, MidKnight, who obeys her every whim. While Orion does feel bad about how she treats MidKnight, the navi’s persistent obedience and willingness to help a terrible person like Orion infuriates her, leading to a cycle of mild mistreatment.


PET Modifications:Orion’s PET is a high-class model with luxurious leather grip and silver lining. It’s been shaped like a crescent moon, with clips at each point that allow it to be attached to her belt.


---NetNavi---

Name: MidKnight.EXE
Gender: Female
Element: Null
Subtype: Sword

Appearance: MidKnight is a moderately tall woman with a bulky physique, though it’s not apparent due to the weighty dark-purple plate armour that she wears. Her beak-shaped helmet makes her feel foolish, so she leaves the visor up most of the time, showing her head and fair-blue skin. Her hair is straight and deep blue in colour, and its length changes depending on the phases of the moon, growing longer as it waxes and shorter as it wanes. At new moon, her hair is buzzcut almost to the skin, but at full moon her hair flows en masse down to her knees, billowing out the back of her helmet like a cape. Her steel boots are shaped like unicorn heads, complete with protruding horns on the toe caps and jet thrusters on the heels. Her emblem is shown on both round pauldrons, an icon of her bent tongs pointing at a crescent moon.

Personality: MidKnight is a chivalrous, if unfocused, swordswoman. She was created as the perfect servant, obedient and diligent, but suffers from daydreams and has a rather short attention span. MidKnight is confident in a fight, but her willingness to obey her operator, Orion Sinclair, makes her afraid of failure, and the jumpiness that ensues is a testament to her role as Orion’s navigator. The faint delight she exudes from her poor treatment manifests as a mild masochism, which makes her all the more eager to jump into the fray.

Custom Weapon: “Phase Apollo.” MidKnight’s weapon is a long straight sword with a wide split running straight down the middle. At the centre of the sword length, the blades curve outward in opposite directions, each in the shape of a semicircle. The whole sword resembles a pair of straight tongs with a distinct, circular bend in the middle.


--Type Abilities--

Sword Mastery (Passive): All Slashing attacks gain an additional Accuracy rank. Accuracy with slashing attribute attacks can surpass A rank.

Riposte: Imbue as a free action on a Dodge action to follow up with an automatic counterattack, negated by Impact, for 40 + (Level) Slashing damage at melee range with base B accuracy. This ability will activate after imbued regardless of the Dodge's result. (Once Per Turn)


--Signature Attacks--

Roundo Rondo: MidKnight ignites the thrusters on her boots, skating along the ground directly towards her target. The hoop in her sword glows with moonlight, leaving the afterimage of a crescent moon when she swings. (60 Slashing DMG + Melee Attack = 60, 2TCD)


--Inventory--

0 zenny.
2 MiniEnergy Subchips.
Battlechips: Cannon, Shotgun, Rageclaw1, Recover30
NaviCust: Undershirt and HP+50.


--Navi Stats--

100 (+50) HP
3 Actions
1/1/1 Buster Stats
80 Signature Points.
40 NaviCust Points.

Torrent’s spiralling energy ball crackled past the wild horse, dissipating into the wall of the control room.

<<It’s super effec->>

“It bloody well missed and you know it!” Torrent yelled in frustrated terror. She squinted her eyes as best she could, trying to figure out what was happening to the creature. The tendrils in the room were making it hard to move and aim, but the horse looked like it was having problems of its own. Weird fluctuations in its mechanical body rippled and snarled, sparks and blueish light snapping and shooting out of hidden crevices. Torrent stared dumbly as the beast jerked and its mechanical skin suddenly became see-through. She recognised a couple of the glitches that were infesting its body, but there were even more she could only guess at.

But now it was the horse’s turn to attack. A diamond-shaped plow formed in front of Haywire’s head, the creature charging across the field of wires.

Torrent tensed to move, but the movement felt odd and she glanced down. Several of the floor vines had accidentally twisted themselves around her legs in their unintelligent flailing. Crap. Crap. Crap! Torrent panicked, unable to decide what to do. The beast was almost upon her and her mind had gone blank.

With a flash of liquid electricity, long tapering claws sprang out of her knuckles. <<The wires, Torry!>>

Torrent jerked the knives down, slicing at the wires around her boots then threw herself to the side as the beast’s charge reached her, hoping against hope that the diamond wedge wouldn’t pierce through anything vital.

Torrent rolled along the field of wires, their buzzing wriggles tazing her with tiny sparks. “Ooch ooch ooch!” Torrent hissed at the stings. She rose to her feet and slashed at the wires, cutting at the ones unfortunate enough to be in range. If they were going to make life miserable for her, she’d make their miserable lives end. Wait, were they even living? No matter. The beast was still here and she couldn’t do much with all these wires tangling her feet.


---TORRENT'S TURN SUMMARY---

[1]: Rageclaw (40dmg + Slashing, B)-> Hay Field beneath Torrent

[2]: Adder in the Grass (Dodge)

[3]: Rageclaw (40dmg + Slashing, B)-> Hay Field around Torrent


[Cooling] Hydro Power, 1 Turn Remaining

[Cooling] Spiral Splash, Ready Next Turn!

Okay, this time for real shelving Fissure and Jim. May take them out in 6 level's time.

The mood shifted entirely as soon as Torrent stepped into the room. It wasn’t as spacious as the one before it, especially with the massive trunk port in the centre of the room. This was where the Auto-Waiter directly connected to the SciLab network. Torrent could tell that the port was inactive, not just because the port was dark and lacked the tell-tale shimmer of the firewall, but also because it was covered in a thousand tendrils of sparking and flailing wires, reaching out like gravitationally-challenged seaweed.

“What… in the name of Byte…” Torrent gaped, horrified. The whole room was covered in these live wires, as though some aesthetic-averse gardner had tried to cram them onto every possible surface. “This… isn’t… contagious… is it?” Torrent wondered out loud. Looking around the room, there were consoles on the walls, mostly unusable. One of them should be able to reactivate the firewall...

<<No, Torry! Don’t go into the long grass!>>

Torrent took a step forward into the tangled mass and suddenly her vision whirled, flashing black and white before fading into a blinding darkness. When she could see again, she was sliding sideways and crashed into her own health bar. At the same time, a terrible horror stepped out from behind the pillar into view, and her liquid electricity turned to ice.

It was something from a B-movie, a patchwork amalgamation of clockwork atrocities in the vague shape of a horse. Its body writhed and pulsed as various mechanical body parts shuddered and clanked together. It raged around the field of wires, huffing and snorting in frustration as though unable to find what it was looking for. But before she could even squeak in fear, the thing it was looking for suddenly became her.

<<Weird Techno Zombie Horse wants to fight!>> Hippie declared unhelpfully.

“Wh-what… program is that?” Torrent could barely move, the coils of wires wobbling around her legs like a chat emoji. “I don’t think that’s a virus, Hippie.”

<<Well, ‘RUN’ is always an option.>> Hippie shrugged.

“Good point.” Torrent turned to the door, ready to leave this place and claim the robot was irreparable, oh well, sorry boss, did all we could.

“GOOD LUCK, GREAT WARRIOR!” The Chez Prog smiled impassively at her from the doorway. Torrent stared at the Prog as the portal slowly swung shut, the Prog beaming at her until the last cracks of light disappeared, sealing her in.

The beast whinnied with a sound like a dying modem and thundered towards her.

“Oh balls!” Torrent tried to sidestep the iron beast, but the wiggling wormy cables snagged at her her tubes and legs. At best, she jumped from a standing position to fall flat into the sea of cables. There was a slight nipping sensation as loose wires sparked little flecks of lightning into her skin. “Ooh! Ow! That stings!”

As Torrent pulled herself to her feet, she sucked in a deep breath. Bubbles inflated from every nozzle on her body, joining into each other and surrounding herself in a protective bubble, distended by her legs.

<<Torrent, use Hyper Ball!>> Hippie ordered.

“You want me to shoot that thing?” Torrent’s eyes widened. “I think all that’d do is make it angrier and weirder!” Hippie mashed (A) even harder, and Torrent was forced to comply. “Alright, fine!” She held her right hand with her left and made a gun pose with her finger and thumb. The nozzle on the tip of her finger inflated with a bubble of liquid electricity. The contents sloshed around and around like a washing machine, getting faster as the bubble got bigger. She took aim at the horse-thing and took a shot. The bubble rocketed off of her finger, whirling around like it was trapped on the edge of a horizontal tornado. On contact, it burst, discharging its electrified contents into whatever it hit.


---TORRENT'S TURN SUMMARY---

[1]: Snake in the Grass (Dodge)

[2]:{Sig, 2TCD} Hydro Power (50 HP Barrier + Counter (Melee Hit): Knockback) -> Torrent

[3]:{Sig, 1TCD} Spiral Splash (40dmg Shot-Type) -> HayWyre

“FROM THERE.” The Prog pointed with one of it’s ear hands to the small door at the far end of the room, then went to fetch its fallen chef hat. “THAT ROOM LEADS TO OUR SCILAB CONNECTION. THAT’S WHERE WE GET OUR SOFTWARE UPDATES FROM THE UPDATE PROG.” Although it seemed impossible, the Prog’s unmoving smile brightened, “WHAT A DAME!” The Prog floated dreamily for a moment, before magically expressing shock without changing its face. “SHE MIGHT BE IN DANGER!”

“Shouldn’t the Firewall have kept the viruses out?” Torrent asked, heaving against the other Progs’ jail, pulling one of the walls down to a chorus of delighted cheers.

“IT MUST HAVE BEEN EXTINGUISHED, SOMEHOW.” The Prog began to bounce up and down in worry, which chained into the newly released Progs. “OOOH, IF ONLY BLITZMAN WERE HERE…” Torrent ended up surrounded by a gaggle of panicking Programs.

She put her hands on her hips. “Hey, you don’t need that guy!” She flourished. “I’ll turn the Firewall back on!”

The Progs all stopped to look at her. It took them a full ten seconds to process her claim. “OH YEAH!” The head Prog bounced happily. “YOU CAN DO IT, MISS TRIDENT!” The rest of the Progs took up his almost-correct chant.

“It’s Torrent, but yeah, I will!” Torrent turned to the small stairwell and ascended up to the door. She smiled smugly to herself. Finally, all the gruesome battles were done with. Now she just had to flip a switch and come out smelling like bubble bath.

Unfortunately, a nagging sensation tugged at her. “You alright, Hippie? You’ve been quiet for a long time. Long for you, anyway.”

<<Let’s just be careful, Torry.>> Torrent bristled, noting a hint of tension in Hippie’s voice. <<Remember, Mr Rito disconnected the robot while it was still active. Whatever, or whoever, was attacking us has to still be in here somewhere.>>

Torrent’s hand began to shake as she grasped the door handle, her cheery expression wobbling slightly. “D-don’t worry, Hippie.” Torrent pushed the door open and walked through. “We cleared out the robot. We won. There’s not going to be any silly little messages that say:”

((ENTERING BATTLE 5))