Enter the Arena... As Your Avatar (v4)!

Stormer Aurion, agent of Robotnik Enterprises. Nice to meet you, G. I actually once knew someone named G, but he's dead now.

edited 22nd Sep '14 5:50:05 AM by TheHailStormer

Really? What was your G like?

-Fiddles with his helmet-mounted interface in the meantime-

Very quiet and always professional. He was my militia group's team sniper. But I know you can't be him. All the members of my militia are dead except for me and my girlfriend.

You still there, Q?

yup. A bit busy watching though, but I can multitask.

Hell, he sounds like my opposite. I'm not too fond of regulations or sniping.

-Fiddle fiddle-

...Huh, interesting.

Ah, sorry. Didn't see you editing your latest post.

(optical illusions are the new black, apparently)

(flies right into the ring of lasers, thinking it can squeeze through... before crashing down right at where Stormer and G are, its bones burned and cracked)

Whoa! Sheesh, talk about a crash and burn!

-Jumps back-

Hot damn!

-Assumes stance, but quickly relaxes-

Shit, does things like this happen often here?

I'm not sure. This place is just strange.

(gets back up, one of its wings missing due to crashing all too many times)

(attempts to take off, but ends up crashing into pavement again much to its dismay)

(then spots Stormer and G, glaring at two very much alive organisms)

edited 22nd Sep '14 6:14:37 AM by FergardStratoavis

I don't think it's very friendly. -takes out Raijin and gets into a battle stance-

Tch. -Cracks knuckles, then glances at Stormer-

Doubt bullets would be of much use.

-Assumes a low stance, with his left arm outstretched and his right fist held close-

edited 22nd Sep '14 6:21:09 AM by ArmoredFury

This isn't a gun. It's a sword. -rushes forward at the undead dragon with Raijin in hand-

(it glares some more)

(before roaring a mighty roar and attempting to lunge at the one it deems less dangerous - G)

(objective: "crunch DUDE!")

(but then Stormer got in the way, so he'll be a fine victim too of crunching)

edited 22nd Sep '14 6:21:12 AM by FergardStratoavis

I meant my guns!

-Dashes to the dragon's side and throws a palm strike to its jaw-

-This being G, it hits like twenty sledgehammers-

Ferg, how big is the dragon?

edited 22nd Sep '14 6:25:46 AM by ArmoredFury

The jet heads towards the crash site of the undead dragon and upon noting that it wasn't dead yet, strafes it with its lasers.

"Yokku yatta hou na, demo kaku ga shigau da yo." You've done pretty well, but the class between us is different.

edited 22nd Sep '14 6:25:32 AM by Questor

-Stormer leaps into the air, determined to thrust Raijin into the dragon's eye-

Actually it's still kicking. Not too long, but still.

As for the dragon, Iunno. :/ The sprite takes two hexes in battle zone. Assume it's somewhere around, dunno, 8-9 feet?

(before Stormer can strike it, it gets punched)

(like, punched)

(preferably right into the gloating mech)

(not preferably into its lasers which mark a breaking point for the undead as it falls apart into a multitude of bones, its skull smashed to pieces)

edited 22nd Sep '14 6:27:23 AM by FergardStratoavis

Well, that takes care of the dragon.

After making sure the necrodragon had died for real by strafing it some more with its lasers, the fighter jet then heads towards both G and Stormer before transforming in mid air into a humanoid machine about 7-8 feet tall and makes a perfect landing few feet right in front of them.

edited 22nd Sep '14 6:32:46 AM by Questor

   (yeah, but...)   

   (something doesn't seem right after all)   

   (it's like Death itself is oozing from the bones remaining)   

   (in fact, the negative energy begins forming into a well-known revolver-slinging Shadow◊   

   (it sets eyes upon the two - and Viper by extension - floating a little in the air)   

edited 22nd Sep '14 6:33:34 AM by FergardStratoavis

-Takes a deep breath-

We still got another one, though,

-Draws a laser-sighted MP 7 and faces the mech-

You. Are you with us or not?

What...is...that?

   ....(it twirls its freakishly huge revolvers)   

   (it doesn't seem to be hostile... yet, at least. It merely stares)