Mercurial noticed a strange feeling come over him, and as decided that he needed to turn around. The Bunny Viruses were now turning their attention to the athlete who deleted their comrades. Merc observed the situation he had now put himself into, and decided he needed to run away. Getting into a quick sprinter's stance, Merc got to all four and then burst from his stance and started racing towards the javelin rack.

"Merc! Where do you think you're going! Don't run from these wimps!"

Allen was frantically sorting through what chips he had left, attempting to figure out which one to use. He wanted Merc to turn around and fight with the chip he wanted to download.

"I call this a tactical retreat Allen, don't doubt my racing routine."

Merc nearing the javelin rack, Merc took to being air born to give himself a chance to dodge any incoming attacks. Once he landed he grabbed a javelin and got into javelin throwing position.

"I hope that I still have the form."

Merc flung a javelin towards one of the Bunnys.



-----Turn Breakdown------
1] Movement to Javelin Rack
2] Dodge
3] Throw Javelin at BunnyA

Mercurial bounced up and down a little bit on the track-like surface, getting a feel for the surface below him. surveying his surroundings, Mercurial could see the Bunny Viruses hopping around the track. He felt like there was a little more to the situation, so he continued to survey the surroundings and noticed the Powie Viruses getting closer to some mystery data that Mercurial couldn't analyze.

"Allen, what should I do? You know I want to warm up before I race these viruses. I don't think I have time to do that though, I'd like to save the data."


"Merc, I'll upload your Firehit chip and let you try to take care of those Powie. Keep that data intact as long as you can."

Allen pulled the chip from his wristband, and uploaded it into his PET. He had quickly downloaded the Firehit chip and sent it to Mercurial. Finally Allen anticipated the Bunny Viruses to attack Merc after he initiated the attack on the Powies, so he threw in a couple dodge commands also.

Mercurial bent at his knees, adjusted his visor, and began to rush towards the Powie virsuses. His feet felt the change in terrain, going from track to the cushion of a grassy terrain. As his fists began to engulf in flame; nearing his enemies. Merc could feel his body tighten up as he pulled back his arm to unleash a devastating hit on the virus that would in theory destroy it. Once Mercurial felt he was in the right distance to attack his target, he unleashed his fist of fire; then he targeted the second virus behind the first. Hoping to delete two virus with the same chip.





------Turn Breakdown------
1] Firehit1 - [60dmg] - PowieA
2] Firehit1 - [60dmg] - PowieB
3] Dodge

After the last Met had been swiped out of existence, Merc looked around wondering where these Jogging Mets had come from. He looked down the narrow stretch of jogging track and wondered if he could proceed down the path. Grabbing the data dropped by the Mets, he started jogging towards the strip of track that was laid out before him. Determined to find out what might be ahead.


[Next Battle?]

Allen downloaded the RageClaw battlechip into his PET, sending the data to Mercurial shortly after.

"I sent you a chip that should be perfect for your situation."

"Let's hope it works then, I don't trust your judgement sometimes. I sometimes wish we would just strictly use shotguns."

Mercurial felt a large chain appear in one hand, and an impressively large bearclaw appear in his other hand. Staring down at the Met in front of him he couldn't help but have a smile on his face. Raising the claw above his head, Merc swiftly swiped at the Met three times. Merc had an indescribable feeling of satisfaction come over him.

Turn Breakdown
1] Swipe at Met with Rageclaw [40dmg] Met C
2] Swipe at Met [40dmg] Met C
3] And ..... Swipe at Met [40dmg] Met C

(Don't know why I forgot about those two things.)

Allen stared into his PET screen at the sight of Mercurial landing on the JoggerMet. Watching it get deleted as it was crushed by Mercurial's weight. He couldn't help but let out a small yelp of excitement, but soon after he released his yelp he slowly changed his face into a blank face of confusion after Mercurial plucked the visor out of the clearing data. Finally after realizing what his Navi had done Allen pulled out his Cannon battlechip and proceeded to upload it into his PET. Allen pushed a small button on his PET that sent the data to Mercurial.

"I sometimes have to wonder if you take net-battling seriously."

Merc gazed over the visor, inspecting how a tiny JoggerMet could have placed this thing on it's helmet. He had been too distracted by this visor to dodge the attack of one of the JoggerMets. Merc raised the visor to his head, stretching the elastic of the visor around his head. With his visor now in place, he was ready to battle these blasted JoggerMets.

"Allen, you know I take this about as seriously as I do everything else."

A large cannon formed at the end of Mercurial's right arm, sort of dragging him down a little as he adjusted for the increase in weight on his right side. Lifting the cannon up and bracing the underneath of it with his left arm, he aimed for the JoggerMet that had attacked him earlier over the deletion of his jogging buddy. Once the JoggerMet was in his sight, Merc pulled the trigger and the cannon sent out a blast of energy and then disappeared shortly after unleashing its attack.

Mercurial knowing he should go on the defensive now, took a big jump to get behind the guarding JoggerMet. Trying to Anticipate an attack, Mercurial readied himself to hopefully leap again out of the line of fire. He wasn't looking forward to being hit by the same Metool twice.

[Turn Breakdown]
1: Cannon - [40dmg] - [JoggerMetA]
2: Action - {Jump Behind JoggerMetC}
3: Dodge

Mercurial stared at the shockwave for a moment before it passed him by. The shockwave gave him a small scare in the pit of his stomach, but it didn't deter him from thinking about continuing down the path he was set on.

"I think I want to take one of those sun visors, try to protect my sensitive eyes from this sun."

Mercurial placed his forearm at brow level to protect his eyes from the sun. Soon he broke down into a loose stance, knees bent, feet staggered, and arms rested. Merc's front foot exploded with all his power and ran forward about five seven steps down the path. In those seven steps his shoes were growing little spikes. With his last step he planted and launched himself into the air, at the peak of his jump he decided to land on the Met in the back row. Once his momentum ran out, he closed the space between his feet and descended towards the back row Met with his spikes aimed for his head.

[Turn Breakdown]
1: Cleated - 40 dmg, 1 TCD
2: Attempt to take Visor
3: Dodge

The beam of light dissipates soon after touching what would be the ground of the net. An athletic looking Navi emerges from the light and glances around at his surroundings. Slowly taking in his surroundings, Merc begins to lightly jog forward. After taking a few steps forward, he trips on his shoe laces and stumbles a bit. Bending down to tie his shoes he notices that he also has a smudge on his leg. Taking the time to wipe off the smudge and tie his shoes begins to infuriate Allen.

"Are you going to take your sweet old time looking for viruses? I can always just unplug my PET and leave you here." Allen said as he began to reach towards the port.

Mercurial stood up abruptly and began to jog forward again, slowly picking up his pace as he went on further and further into the net.

Staring into the sky, the cool breeze brushed across his whole body. Allen could hear the sounds of birds chirping as they flapped their tiny little wings in the air. This day almost brought a calming demeanor to his hot headed attitude. The PET that held his Navi was hanging around his neck from a long cord that was knotted near his stomach.

"Mercurial, you realize that we need to keep you in top shape. You'll never be considered the fastest if you don't train every day."

From the PET a face flashed onto the screen. Mercurial took notice of the comment and was quick to judge it.

"You act like my programming will wear away and cause me to slow down. It's not like I get muscle degeneration; I'm not your typical athlete."

Allen had a small smirk on his face; today nothing would bring him down.

"Don't start with your backtalk or I'll have you running laps around the net."

Pulling his PET from the loop hanging around his neck, Allen plugged in to the nearest port and was ready to engage in fighting viruses.

Name: Allen "Dome" Domzalski

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Appearance: Dome is six foot, lightly tan, blue eyes, and has soft brown hair that reaches down to his collar bone, he stays clean shaven. Dome usually wears his hair pulled into a bun when he is controlling his Navi in battle.

His apparel consists of a pair of tight fitting black jeans held up by a solid white belt. Also he wears a predominantly gray flannel that has red vertical stripes and some blue stripes thrown in. Finally he wears a pair of red lace less slip-on shoes with no socks for his own comfort. He owns a green army jacket with no patches that he wears during the colder months or when he visits the more snowy locations.

He keeps a hair band, cheap watch/ timer and a wristband that holds his battle chips on his right wrist.

Personality: Self-confidence is what sums up Dome perfectly. Oozing with self-confidence in his own and his Navi's abilities and skills, he feels that they are always up to the challenge whether he has prepared or not. One of his favorite quotes is one he made up himself "Victory is achieved by being 100% mentally confident in your skills." He isn't overly ambitious though and sometimes lacks motivation. Always staying ever self-confident in his skill set even while he isn't achieving any goals; Dome may be cursed to mediocrity as an operator because of this.

PET Modifications: Dome's PET is three different colors, those being red, white, and blue. The Navi emblem that is in the middle of the PET is a solid gold emblem.

Name: Mercurial "Merc"

Gender: Male

Element: Normal

Subtype: Speed

Appearance: Mercurial's swept back dark blonde hair is pulled behind his ears and his bangs only slightly fall into his face. He wears a headband that is solid red, and his navi symbol of a solid gold circle is placed on the left side of the headband.

Mercurial's appearance is very humanoid, so he has no distinct alterations in his appearance. He is very athletic, and wears a solid red shirt that has four symmetrical panels on his arms. He has one panel on each of his biceps and one panel on each of his forearms. His bicep panels are solid white with his navi symbol on his left bicep, and his forearm panels are solid blue. His pants are tight black leggings that have two thick red stripes down the side of his legs.

Merucrial's footwear is very special because it is where a lot of his signature attacks are based from. His shoes are a red white and blue pattern, the heels of his shoes are red, the middle by his ankle is white and the toes are blue. The soles of his shoes are white, and his shoe laces are white also.

Personality: Mercurial has a personality that isn't as self-confident as his operator; he tends to be more level headed about his speed and skills. He tries to stay level headed and relaxed, but his competitiveness can come out in the worst of times. He does enjoy being challenged by his competitors and someday hopes to find someone he feels that will challenge his speed.

Custom Weapon: Mercurial wields a standard javelin that he throws at his enemies. If the situation calls for it, he will also use it as a close range weapon.

Signature Attack 1:
Cleated: The bottom of Mercurial's running shoes suddenly becomes covered with tiny half-inch spikes. He gets a running start and propels himself in the air with his javelin to land on his enemy spikes first.
Damage: 40 Null
Explanation: 40 damage, single target, 1 Turn Cool Down.

Signature Attack 2:
Shot-Put: Mercurial creates a heavy spherical object in his hand, that he then launches at his opponent. If the sphere hits, his opponent will then take damage.
Damage 20 Null
Explanation: 20 damage, single target, 1 Turn Cool Down