Hi
Nia sighs, looking up towards the sky. Nagadilotep's words remind her very strongly of something wordlessly terrible.
"I can't say I totally get whatever it is you're talking about, but I feel the message. Missing the past, dreadin the future- it's a pretty nasty cycle. Especially if you're spending all that time without someone important to you. Can't recommend it, personally, stuff's responsible for all kinds of bloody nightmares I've found myself stuck fixing."
She takes a momentary pause.
"...And I'm, uh, sure the sea appreciates me or whatever."
And it's something quite peculiar / Something shimmering and white.
Divine Burden
Eve frowns, leaving Wrustoiz's memories but being careful to not do so hastily, let she damages it. Once out, her form begins thinner and almost transparent as she flies out of the hospital, taking a ghostly shape that forbids her from attacking or using magic yet grants her unlimited flight and intangibility. With her senses being what they are, she flies across town, looking for Joshua.
...
Astil
Eve raises her staff and erects a powerful blue bubble around herself, as she flies to land next to the lieutenant. Immediately, she attempts to give him a light kick to the face to open his mouth, and then attempts to lodge her fingers in there: if she succeeds, she creates a small wooden instrument in between her teeth, which he can't remove with his hands paralyzed.
She then stands there, watching the trees burn to death and smiling at the sight. So, it's straight to bombing when shooting blindly doesn't work with you, huh? What a delightful bunch, she kneels down, getting her white bottle and uncorking it. I'll tear apart your technology and make you helpless before me. You'll get to see your tried-and-true methods of cold brutality and pragmatic violence fall. And your evil will stop. But first... Eve seeps the bottle's content into the man's mouth, it being a black tar that's essentially all of her patients's ills, diseases, pain and exhaustion piled together for one supreme bout of pain.
Once the effect settles, Eve begins to watch him die with a grin on her face, though she kneels to grab her radio, effortlessly interacting with the device and holding it up to her mouth. Your soldiers are dead. These, and the ones you're sending at my position. Then it'll be you. She says, with barely-contained joy in her voice, crackling like the fire raging around her barrier.
That done, Eve holds her hand out and drop the white bottle, vanishing for a short distance but leaving the blue barrier around the man. Re-appearing over some flames, she carves a red rune over her body with her finger, and then enter said flames, apparently melding with them as her forms completely vanish within the inferno.
...
The other Eve smiles at Audio. For some bizarre reason, she's painting arrows and slapping wooden signs on the wall instead of using magic. That particular Eve has a white-and-blue getup different from her long dress, with blue overalls, a white shirt, blue pants and a yellow hardat. She tips it at Audio, speaking carefully since she's holding three nails in her mouth.
Keep the music going, kind sir!.
She holds her hand out, and the white bottle appears out of nowhere, dropping into her palm. The cork falls on it shortly thereafter, and she proceeds to use a sleigh of hand to hide the bottle, twisting her hand once and apparently making it completely vanish again.
Eve gets back to hammering at the wall.
Edited by Bolded1 on Aug 13th 2022 at 8:46:56 PM
Fallout 2? More like Fallout 2 bad.
The Nightbringer
Voss
The ARC, for one of the few other times in his life, felt afraid, his hands shook as he slotted his pistols into their holsters and took to the sky as the ground beneath him crumbled.
Voss would be flying through the air, staring up at the horror above him as he would activate the jetpacks secondary thrusters to quickly dodge through the air, narrowly avoiding all the devastating attacks that were directed at him.
Then, the sense of overwhelming calm hit, it felt like nothing mattered anymore, slowly, his arms would drop as he stared blankly into space....
Then a flash of a dream, that horrible, horrible dream...
He would look up to the sky, sling his rocket onto his shoulder, while barely dodging the attacks thrown his way, and fire a nice proton missile at one of the tentacles heading his way, hoping his aim was true, and hoping to blow that damn limb off.
"I am the opposite of Order, she wants to keep you all chained down, I want to do the opposite, I wish to set you all free!"
Extreme math nerd
Whiterun
Audio is confused at the prospect of playing music while humans are sleeping - he already got kicked out of his previous universe for that. He backs off.
SORRY.
He decides he'll be playing one more song
before leaving, and imbue its listeners with happiness and cheerfulness. This spontaneous concert should end on a happy note, he thinks.
Guyana Highlands
Watching from a distance is none other than Umezou
◊, who had been searching for Dialga and Palkia around this area until he'd noticed Rhea and Wyrdeer.
Recognizing that Wyrdeer is a Noble Pokemon, as well as that something seemed to be wrong with it, he refrained from announcing his presence.
Dead Gardens, Reprium
A time-space portal crackles open once more, and this time a regal looking mage flies through it. He seems confused by his surroundings, which is understandable.
He notices some people nearby, as well as Kleavor. While the creature seems hostile and the atmosphere seems tense, Dark Magician isn't one to immediately judge, so it waits and observes for a moment to see which side is the one he should focus on.
In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay.
King of the Monsters
Champions' Trial
Maz Koshia slices through Ahtal-Ka's rocks, but then Veyolkos's blades stab and slash him, causing him to go skidding back.
He teleports again, this time reappearing in mid-air, hovering in a meditative pose. The monk swirls his arms about, then spreads them to either side and materializes numerous copies out of blue Sheikah energy. All of the copies spread their arms, creating rings of rune-like symbols around them, before teleporting back down to the ground.
Uh-oh.
The Maz Koshias swarm their enemies, attacking with sliding slashes, plummeting stabs, and arrows of fire, ice, and lightning. The fire arrows are the least dangerous, since they will set their targets on fire only to be immediately extinguished by the rain, but sheer quantity, the AoE shock arrows, and the immobilizing frost arrows will make that irrelevant.
—
Kulve dashes and blocks attacks as best she can, but she gets slashed across the back, then her legs are frozen by an ice arrow mid-stumble, preventing her from retaliating.
"Rgh... how are we supposed to beat this?!"
"I blame you for threatening him," Ahtal-Ka grumbles to Veyolkos. "He did kind of warn us about malice."
Ahtal-Ka finds herself forced to resort to the technique of her enemies. She jumps off of Veyolkos and splats on the ground in a Superman dive just as one of Maz Koshia's shadow clones lands sword-first where she had been standing. A fire arrow flies over her head as well.
She picks herself up, grabs one of Veyolkos' fallen blade scales, and spins it around her head to try and knock away the clones around her.
Air Base
The Terminators pull up, waiting for the mist to disperse.
The dark cloud spreads out through the fog...
I SEE YOU
A Gore Magala with red energy running through its scales and voids in its face where its eyes would be upon becoming Shagaru suddenly charges directly at Annihilation Nergigante, attempting to pin him down like an ambush predator as Gore Magala normally do.
However, instead of going right for the kill, it will start scratching and biting at Nergigante's face, pummeling him with its wingarms, essentially trying to torture him. If he escapes, it will growl, slowly turning its head to face him. Obviously, a blind creature has no trouble fighting an invisible enemy.
Guyana Highlands
Rhea glances over at Jeridan. "Normal and Psychic. It's weak to Dark and Bug, nothing else."
Wyrdeer swings its head at Rhea, but she quickly rolls out of the way, turning to look at the others who have arrived.
"We can't afford to kill him. He's a blessed Pokémon who needs to be saved, not slaughtered. Without him... well I don't know what would happen but it's probably bad!"
Wyrdeer whinnies again, its Qurio aura magnifying and bursting out!
Sanctuary Abandoned by the Gods - Monster Hunter Rise
Wyrdeer used Confusion!
The noble deer Pokémon rears up on his hind legs, antlers glowing with psychic energy. He then slams his forelegs down, launching that psychic energy in a wide conical shockwave at his newly-arrived foes! The attack has a chance to confuse and disorient them, but not much else.
Dead Gardens
Kleavor deflects the ronin and Silvano's attacks with the flat of one of his axe limbs, then roars with rage!
Savage of the Ancient Forest - Monster Hunter World
Zenitsu covers his ears from the volume of the roar. Having really good hearing isn't a great skill against something so loud. "Uh, it looks like those other guys are..."
"Yeah okay I guess I'm not worming out of this one." He places a hand on his sword and waits to see Kleavor's first move.
Kleavor used Quick Attack!
The huge stone mantis dashes forward at surprisingly high speed, attempting to just blow down the Ronin and Silvano, who made the mistake of getting up close, with his full body weight! The attack isn't very strong, but it's fast enough and moves far enough that they have little chance of dodging from their current position.
Edited by KiriK on Aug 14th 2022 at 1:05:40 PM
"He's gearing up for war."
Ah, confirmation that Wyrdeer is a Pokemon blessed by Arceus. Umezou decides he should stick around and continue to watch, just in case he learns something useful.
Dark Magician still isn't completely sure on which side is the one to join, since they did seem to have attacked Kleavor first. However, what's clear enough is that Kleavor is in some sort of frenzy and must be calmed down for everyone's safety.
Twirling his staff as his fancy wizard hat protects his ears from Kleavor's monstrous roar, he starts flying towards the rest of the group and launches some basic magical blasts at Kleavor, attempting to gauge its power and get its attention.
Edited by DevilPsyco on Aug 13th 2022 at 1:00:51 PM
In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay.
Divine Burden
Dead Gardens
Holy woolie mooper, it's The Tarnished! And her trusty companion, Melina, who's hanging out in the back as always. A pained beast is a sight much too common to the eyes within the lands, alas. But perhaps-
The Tarnished grunts and simply gets to work, running at Kleavor and drawing one of her massive swords in anticipation. However, seeing that it's attention is elsewhere, she slows down to pull out and eat a prawn at first, a thin white aura appearing around her. She then stand in place and forms a fireball on the palm of her right hand, before slamming it into her chest, granting her better power and defense for a time.
Of course, nothing stopping Kleavor from attacking her yet. Melina hangs back.
Fallout 2? More like Fallout 2 bad.
The Troubled Replicator
Jeridan nodded solemnly, watching the flying leeches with disdain. "Then we will just have to make it Faint instead of outright killing it." Without another word, Jeridan recalled the ferocious sharpness of a Dark type Pokemon to borrow its power. With a small grin, he called out its name.
"Tsujigiri!"
Upon calling its name, Jeridan leapt into the air to avoid the psychic shockwave to avoid getting afflicted with confusion as dark blue armor with red, scar-like stripes covered his forearms and legs. With a single pull, he drew out a wave-shaped seamitar with his right hand, while casting an Incantation with his left.
An aura of black fire burst from his left hand, prompting Jeridan to close it into a fist and placed it against his chest, allowing the black flame to wash over his body. This Incantation reduces the amount of physical damage he takes by 35% at the cost of receiving 20% less healing from any source. Feeling no need for further preparation, he charged into the fray and slashed at the Wyrdeer's side.
[PASIO]
"Grmph!"
The man, deciding he really just doesn't like how Kleavor looks, starts to run. He curves off to the side before curving his route, trying to sprint up to the side of the Pokémon and quickly look for chinks in its rocky armor before trying to plunge his blade into it.
/＼｡｡/＼
Floating City
Frisk is sitting near Alphys as the latter is working on some modifications on a big robotic body. While Queen had left with Berdly, Kris and Spamton first thing in the morning, she had gone out during the night to get the trashed 'NEO' body out of the depths of her castle, as she'd said that Alphys could have it.
Of course, Alphys being Alphys, she figured she should make some modifications to it, especially with how unstable it looked.
Chara is floating around in the room outside of the lab. While tied to Frisk, he is able to get at least a little distance away from them. Flowey is in the lab with Frisk and Alphys, so Chara is now on his own.
In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay.
Altzaira brings her massive gnarled polearm to bear, however, she does not attack. She seems ready to intervene if the battle swings in an unfavorable direction, though.
"Zenitsu, observe this beast well. Despite its thin limbs, it swings these massive axes like they were as light as feathers. Either they are lighter than they seem, or it is blessed with a power that goes beyond its mere muscles. Its carapace seems to be plated with stone, as well. I have known dragons with similar hides. Aim your strikes well. Strike at weak points and sunder the armor, do not let it sunder your blade."
—
Unease (Fleur)
remember
Chara feels a weight upon his shoulders that wasn't there before.
what you have done
Things he has said. Things he has done. Things he has caused. Things he has tried to forget slowly begin to take shape in his mind, like drowned corpses floating up to the surface of a seemingly placid lake.
cannot be forgiven
There wasn't a door like that in Alphys's laboratory, was there..?
A white door casts a faint shadow.
👉 OPEN THE DOOR
_ DO NOTHING
Edited by Arachnos on Aug 13th 2022 at 9:44:03 AM
"!!!"
Chara looks alarmed when he suddenly hears such intrusive thoughts. He hadn't really thought of all that in a long while now, and for it all to suddenly re-emerge like that...
"Shit... Frisk? Frisk, it's happening again, I need-", he begins, only for him to notice the white door. He looks confused, yet curious, and with his head swarming with dark thoughts, he doesn't really have an opportunity to think rationally and go 'yeah, no, I'm not going in there alone'.
Curiosity wins out, and he floats towards the door. He tries to see if he can open it.
In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay.
King of the Monsters
Floating City
Gremlin Chara watches as, from her perspective, Chara just suddenly goes catatonic.
"Uh... is he okay?"
The only other person in the room, her blade Floren, shrugs. "I see you do that sometimes, too."
"Dude, this might be serious."
"He's gearing up for war."
Hi
Godseeker's Dream
Breloom swiftly cancels their attack, and dodges out of the way of Alika's downwards swing, stubby little arms extending out (as Breloom is apparently able to do) to give them a bit of extra "Oomph".
Now out of the way, Breloom (instinctively) bites down on the oncoming pastry courtesy of Mrs. Grey, only to take an explosion to the face. The tiny part of Breloom that is the dreaming but very real Shroomish feels betrayed, but as far as they know this is a dream, so it won't carry over.
However, recovering swiftly, Breloom avoids Zoro's attack regardless, still very swift on their two feet!
But this is enough for Morph Moth and Commander Yammark's pincer to hit without issue, further harming the Pokemon!
(it is notable now that no physical damage appears on Breloom's body. Not because the attacks aren't doing anything, but because physical disfiguring is physically impossible here, for whatever reason. Something to do with the unmalleability of souls or something)
Breloom is not defeated so easily, though. Extending out an arm, they punch Nakai's flaming arc right apart!
Then, with their other arm, Breloom tries to hit the approaching Asher with a powerful Sky Uppercut- a mighty uppercutting fighting-type move with very good accuracy!
Then, done with that, Breloom dodges Collector Samus's divebomb!
Finally done with all the self-defense required not to get bombarded to metaphorical bits right off the gate (though notably over-exerted from doing so, the Godseeker would note if they were paying any attention further than being silently pissed off), Breloom lets loose a shower of dense mushroom spores across the battlefield. It's the attack... Spore, practically guaranteed to send almost any foe, organic or not, right to sleep if exposed to more than a tiny amount of it!
...What? You can fall asleep in a dream!
And it's something quite peculiar / Something shimmering and white.
King of the Monsters
Collector Samus inhales some spores, promptly waving a hand in front of her face. *cough cough* "Damn, what the..."
Almost immediately, her eyes start to droop and flutter. "fuck..."
Aaaand she passes out. a mimir
Chara opens the door to see an expanse of pure white, stretching as far as the eye can see in all directions. In the distance, something seems to be hanging from the ceiling, emitting a faint dark aura.
Before Chara even thinks of taking a step, he realizes that he has somehow gone through the door and hears it slam shut behind him. Wait, hears what slam shut, exactly? There's no door there. There never was.
Chara looks around in confusion. What's with this wide voi-
He practically jumps when the door shuts behind him... despite him not having fully gone through yet. He turns around and sees that it's gone. Well, now he's getting nervous.
"... Okay... strange floating door that disappears... white void..."
"... God? Is that you? Am I finally 'dead' dead? Are you here to lecture me before kicking me downstairs?"
Edited by DevilPsyco on Aug 13th 2022 at 5:07:40 PM
In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay.
Akuma Shogun
Godseeker's Dream
Both Morph Moth and Commander Yammark accidentally inhales the spores, struggling to stay awake. Commander Yammark attempts to slap Morph Moth in an attempt to keep the poor Reploid on her feet.
Struggling to keep her eyelids open, Marcia asks, "W-what kind of trickery is t-this...?!"
" I dunno... Strnts are so plange."
Morph Moth feebly raises a shield of scrap in an attempt at protecting the both of them. They mustn't fall asleep! They mustn't fall asleep! Oops, they fell asleep!
Edited by josh6243 on Aug 13th 2022 at 9:28:21 AM
Explora Colores
Vs. Wyrdeer
Don't worry, ma'am. I just want to tame it, not to kill'em.
Pancho twirls his lasso, and throws it, aiming at the deer's neck. But thanks to Confusion, his movements fumble, and fails completely the toss!
Vs. Kleavor
Silvano's fist clashes with Kleavor's stony claws, and he's hurt, leaving him open for the Quick Attack, which sends him flying to the ground.
Ughhh...
He stands again, and leaps towards the Pokémon, trying to do a flying kick against it, funny Bruce Lee noises and all.
Godseeker's Dream
Ms. Grey pulls a huge Lollipop from the hammerspace, and twirls it, trying to dispel the spores... But goddamn 100% accuracy attack...
ZZZZzzzzz[-zzz...—
Edited by BombonBombin on Aug 13th 2022 at 10:59:09 AM
The Priest
Astil
Ungthar suppressed his rage at the soldiers, just barely enough to avoid lashing out and giving away his location.
He brainstormed and brainstormed, and finally, knew exactly what he could do.
He could feel the wildlife. Feel their fear as they died, or as the concussives startled them, or even as the bombs awoke them from a slumber at the floor of the lake. If that last one sounded oddly specific, it's because it was-Ungthar felt the presence of something powerful, disturbed by the presence of the soldiers here. He knew what he had to do.
The ape slipped away from the tree, stealthily sneaking into the water, and once he was neck height and camouflaged once more, he howled for support from the creature. It would give away his location to the soldiers, sure, but immediately after howling, his head slipped under the still water and he was entirely submerged, going deeper and deeper as it would become harder to detect him amidst the murk of the marshes.
And yet, as Ungthar grew deeper, something else rose…
All became deadly quiet for less than a moment, as small ripples at the surface slowly grew larger. They stopped, as whatever was producing them halted, as if beckoning for investigation. If one of the soldiers were to move closer to get a better look at what was producing the ripples, they would be treated to a thirty foot crocodilian bursting from the water, with the intent of grabbing them in their jaws and ripping them to shreds.
Immediately after this (assumed) attack, Ungthar would emerge from the water as well, trying to remain largely unseen amidst the (assumed) chaos while he looked for a soldier able to getting their head caved in by a particularly sharp stone the ape had found (stepped on) at the bottom of the marshes.
And meanwhile, Paige, after a successfull dispatching of the other four, possessed the headsets of the soldiers and played a loud, wailing screech with the intent of distracting them.
——
Dead Gardens
The Unforgiven brought his sword up in front of his body, preventing him from being injured by the attack. He was, of course, unable to guard against the recoil of it in time, getting knocked out of the air and thrown to the ground, rolling backwards upon landing to soften the blow. He got back to his feet in a prepared position, lifting the weapon in his right hand to his left and gripping it tight with both appendages. He studied the enemy, working out an attack, before launching himself upwards at an angle, above the Kleavor.
When he had reached his zenith just above the monstrous entity, a powerful burst of wind shot him downwards, as he slashed his sword overhead during the descent.
——
Guyana Highlands
A demonic blue mask appeared over Piovre's head as the wave of psychic energy reached him, fortifying his mind just in time to prevent temporary incapacitation. The man realized that this was now a fight, though he understood the goal: Incapacitate, not kill. Good, he preferred doing it that way. As the mask disappeared from his face, a set of steel and turquoise armored legs appeared around his organic ones, as he leapt high into the sky and lifted both hands above his head, a large warhammer forming from ice that he aimed to unga bunga down onto the deer's head with.
Do you believe in 'Gravity'?
Luctor et emergo, lux et veritas, pactum serva..
The Great Expanse
Nagadilotep huffed at her final remark, dipping his head back below the waves for a little. The Carapaceon floated onto the sandbar and began to feast from it, taking up any pieces of biomatter or trapped crustaceans it could. The Levaithan reared its head up, mere inches away from her as Nia could feel a brief bit of artic chill around her, parting before Nagadilotep, as the sea somewhat rushed behind him.
"You understand the sea, but did you hope it would bring you to someone? To give you a quick reality check or a mutual understanding of the situation? Perhaps a solution or an alternating view? If so, then perhaps you might need to hone in your question. Narrow it down, really talk with yourself and then, maybe the sea might guide you to apart of the riddle. It's fickle that way..."
Champion's Trial
Veyolko's looks to the oncoming attacks, and his eyes narrow. Arrows, pack tactics, magic and steel. He slams his paralyzed half into the way, knocking Ahtal-Ka and Beatrice off, but not before Ahtal-Ka gets a word in. What she said, seemed to bother him a lot more than usual.
"I get that a lot Ahtal-Ka. Malice and all those different titles that make me out to be a creep-"
He is able to take up many of the fire arrows and blades strikes across his body as his scales shoot out to the sides instinctively, the Laitivern actually hissing at the strikes in pain. Each time he shakes them off, a few more cuts come in that get past his hard hide and land deep in his flesh. His body shimmers more with black and red energy, and he suddenly seems to bulks up, arching his back like a cat as the scales on his neck rattled and puffed out. It was a threat display, towards Maz Koshia himself.
"But I have, no excuse for my brashness."
He sounded, a bit more genuine then normal, dropping that aggressive tone in his voice, yet still holding up the display.
"I have just, been taken advantage of and hunted, and I'm... always on the offensive because of it. Or I'm hesitant, and I miss my shot, which means I lose a few friends. And you are my friends. So I'll take the brunt of this."
He charged forward, black and red lightning in his steps as he charged forward, snapping his jaws at the Monk regardless of the damage done to himself. He seemed to be moving like a flash blur, seemingly jumping from one point to the other, punching the earth as lightning crashed around him, swinging his head to the side to try and catch the monk off guard, as he continued to chase after the monk, his tail thrashing behind him as he kept sweeping for the legs with his talons, and going for the chest with his jaws.
Our Bleeding Realm Episode One: THE MEGAMALL OF NOWHERE
Soqui snapped his jaws around the gladiator, and it was... less then pleasant. The Gladiator was nearly bisected in his jaws, as if a steel trap had gone off on an weasel. There was not a scream of agony, only a single grunt of pain, and Soqui's jaws could feel a coppery taste on his tongue, and soon running along his jaws. Mery and Teo could see Ruan motioning for them to get behind the tower, his small little cherub self floating above the control panel.
"OK GOOD IDEA! I'M ALMOST DONE- That... that's a Beezlebub."
Meteora was dealing with a ravenous runic demoniii quickly shredding through her defenses, its teeth just mere inches away from raking her face into it's maw. Yet as she tried to fill its maw it quickly began to retaliate, vomiting it out of the tumorous growths on its body. Yet in this process it didn't notice, or actively fight against, her runes being carved into it's flesh. And as it vomited the last of the goo out did it look to Meteora again, about ready to snap its fangs into her, before finding it's arm frozen and converted into ice. Yet it didn't seem to bothered, shuffling its arm, before raising its other fist and bringing it down onto her repeatedly, with insane strength unbefitting its gaunt limbs. Though each blow was shaky, and it did not anticipate Thel'Vadam jumping onto its back, energy sword in hand. The Prophet's Bane cut through the creature, which suddenly fell onto its icy limb and felt it begin to shatter from the force of the pounce. It screeched and its many mouths extended like the jaws of a goblin shark, snapping and hoping to take a bite from the Elite as it staggered off Meteora, though its long wispy body continued to thrash around violent as the energy blade kept penetrating its magical hide.
The Undead Gladiator tried to strike for Joshua, even as the Spartan slid beneath him and took out one of it's legs. It was a sturdy piece of flesh and metal, but so too was a Spartan. And in the moment of things, an emotional wall of undead brutastry wont really compare to a refined super soldier. It tripped over its kicked out leg, Axe slicing into the earth, taking up large chunks of concrete in the process. As the Gladiator got up, trying to take the weapon it had grown attached to and smash it into this interloper, a series of needler rounds landed in its chest, causing the front chassis of its chest to explode, its blood running purple and green here as it collapsed to the ground with a pained wheeze, coughing up something as its lungs collapsed.
"Nevermore..."
The Gunslinger soon found himself matched with a sinister Marksman of equal prowess. While the Thrallites continued to fire at the group, and at the Ashwalker's corpse, this Masked Commander kept going around the body, trying to fire at The Gunslinger's weak points: his knees, his heels, his wrist. He was planning to cripple him, that was obvious. The Ashwalker soon became so riddled with bullet wounds his body shined some tainted light, as flesh and skin clung to the exit wounds still like flaps, meaning that Adam was cast under a literal crimson glow. The Masked Man got a good shot into the back of Adam's calf, and was now closing the distance, bayonet on his weapon to hopefully gouge the gunslinger apart. And there as he charged in did the gunslinger fire at his vest of explosives. But something happened that was, a little unexpected. Beezlebub soon could be seen sprinting forward, at such speeds the Arbiter was thrown off. It passed Joshua, and the Gunslinger, before lunging for the Masked Commander's belt, taking it and throwing the man back in but a split second. The explosives went off, tearing apart the combat field as tiles, black metal like shards, and red earth came flying forward. There was a moment of silence, before from the smoke of the Explosion the Thrallites continued to fire, along coming the thunderous sound of Gladiator Footsteps. As well as a shining golden door emerging and opening up beneath the tower.
"Run! Just Run and I'll close it behind us!"
Awawa
Divine Burden
Zoro is also affected by the spores, but that man is all about raw willpower: as the spores threaten to overwhelm it all the same, he looks down at the palm of his hand and unflichingly cut it, the pain jolting him awake for suddenly long enough that he can attack.
Your whole thing is cheating in fights, huh?
Zoro draws his three swords this time and vanishes, blitzing forward as he attempts to appear behind the Breloom, having carved a path forward to try to slice its chest and neck with a X-shaped slash using his two swords, and a diagonal one using the one he holds in his teeth. It's a blow that's pretty straightforward, yet is strong and fast!
Once done, Zoro turns about, waiting to see how Breloom handles his attack.
…
Beet keep on gathering the energy, it flowing from everywhere around her. The Genkidama begins to take a coalesced form, quickly becoming the size of a small planetoid thanks to the energy reserves of the Arena.
As Abeloth uses her powers, Beet enters Omen instinctively, growing calmer and getting rid of the voice.
’’I need more than this…’’ she ponders.
Edited by Bolded1 on Aug 14th 2022 at 3:08:38 PM
Fallout 2? More like Fallout 2 bad.
it's hunting season
The Rift
Both of them stop their continual assault to fly up and dodge the attacks. Erika being caught between the massive swing from being relatively slower than Emma, who compensates for her by shooting their bullet-resistant uniform which weaves them from the tentacles.
"Can you stop moving me around?! I can move fine on my own!"
"Guess who got hit between you and m-"
Emma enters a dazed state once again, Erika's being more prepared than her comrade for psychic attacks. Takes quick action by slicing her throat open, knowing this would mostly freak her out more than harm her. This asserting being right as there's no blood but a bloodlusted hotheaded woman instead.
"CAN IT KILL TO NOT GO FOR MY VITALS?!"
"That was for earlier."
She murmurs something before doing as said and proceeding to fire, but she quickly realizes that her attacks by herself aren't enough. Switching her aim over to Beet's Genkidama again to lend her energy... By shooting it with charged shots. Not the most efficient but it works.
"This isn't an attack I swear!"
Thanks to this, Erika picks up the pace and races to the skies. Trying to blow the clouds apart using wind magic to reform them into thundercloud-charged lances that fling themselves at Abeloth's tentacles.
Godseeker's Dream
Asher slams face first into the uppercut and stumbles around in a stupor while covering his face with his hands as his devil fruit activates — thanks to it being a dream however, the visible misfortune manifests a sinister aura surrounds him. Falling limp from the spores and trying to back up against a wall so he can posture himself by stumbling around the battleground.
All of this combining into him tripping on himself, sending him up in the air to body slam Breloom! Hit or miss it keeps him up at the very least.
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Solitude
Nicho giggles a bit at the beings' jokes, but then she realizes she's talking with supernatural beings, so she calms down.
<It's not time for useless fights. Calm down.>
Eve's hospital
I'll be stronger! And learn every martial art in the world!
Yeah, surely you jestin'!
Silvano dreams about his tough childhood, resisting the other children's jokes about him, and living in poverty. Shortly after, he started to learn from the people he found fighting techniques, and so he created his very own fighting style.
He woke up at midnight, and exited from the hospital. He walked around, without direction, until he found himself...
Dead Gardens, Reprium
...in front of Kleavor. And then, he rushed to punch it, in tandem with the ronin's slash.
Guyana Highlands
Meanwhile, 60's!Pancho Pantera looks at the Wydeer.
That's a huge deer, if you ask me.
He readies his rope.