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Death by overthinking about the method…
Speaking of which, if people die here, do they respawn? How do they respawn? Is it spontaneous, or is there a process? Where do they respawn? Is it on the spot or at a saved location?
Since “Pyra”’s link with UI means they just… respawn at the last save when the Game Over screen pops up and asks if they want to continue, they don’t really understand how Arena respawning works. They’re aware that their style of respawning is rarer though.
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“Respawning… how do you respawn here?”
Oops, thinking out loud again. Again, at a low enough volume to be covered in louder places, but can be heard at a short distance.
Du-Du-Wa-Do-It, Arena KatsudouChurch Battle Royale
Emma, in spite of her training to kill and exterminate all things magical, gets within cqc distance of Arlina and just...
Runs past her.
All Arlina could feel is a cold breeze pass by as her as Emma — like a complete odd fella — just runs around aimlessly, it's not even with intent to attack her or anyone in the battlefield, only a fixation on accomplishing her first objective: To pile up as much power as possible.
She didn't exactly pay attention to the rules, meaning to her, Sarah is still a present looming threat she still has to stockpile for.
"Oh come on!"
On the bright side, everyone else is wasting energy on attacks while she's still building more power.
"Do you really think I'd trust a mage with MY JOB when my country can spread this information across the entire Arena faster than you can think!?"
The negative energy constructs entering Emma's 5 meter radius slows down and turns into a form of ice that's reached absolute-zero.
It's not being absorbed, but rather, obeys and integrates with the already-physics-based-negative energy that governs the mechanics of her newfound technique (An inversion of the Laws of Thermodynamics)
. She's still running around, but this hail of blades is slowing her absorption via taking up the surrounding space that she can forcibly take energy from.
"Don't take it personally but it's my FUCKING DUTY TO SERVE MAN!"
Theoretical maximum capacity: 60%
Hub Centralis
Mark just suddenly flickers to anger at Kashimo for suggesting he's compensating for something.
It gets the best of him, he prepares to strike the sorcerer with his fist, but lightning strikes twice in the same place and ends up causing him to enter a shock. It violently makes him convulse. He would be vulnerable but Corrin steps in at the nick of time and gives Mark a moment to recover.
By heating up his chains to an orange hot glow, Mark's indirectly found a way around Kashimo's lightning or at least make it less of a problem. The more metal heats up, the higher its resistance becomes. Making itself apparent by him convulsing less from the remaining charge.
"Fuck- You! Have it your way then!"
His sheer tenacity is at display, despite being worse for ware, he flourishes his chains around then launches them at Kashimo, hoping to ensnare and pull him in for a flaming lariat right before they can grab Corrin and throw him.
Edited by BoniniBanana on Apr 6th 2024 at 5:20:29 PM
realThe white-hot chains wrap around Kashimo's waist. And what could have been a contained burn if it had been that end up being a more severe burn when the alcohol on Kashimo's body ignite, the Sorcerer being flung off his feet towards Mark, who manages to hit him with a flaming lariat that impacts Kashimo's jaw like a rocket, the Sorcerer snarling in pain as his lit body is sent ragdolling int-through the nearest wall.
There, he smash into that portion of the sewers of Hub Centralis, smacking into the brick wall behind him and flinging himself into some of the city's dirty, dirty, dirty used water. Discarded bricks fly everywhere around him before crashing into the water next to his seemingly inert body.
Kashimo is left briefly frozen before he get back up, his face covered in nasty burn marks and his jaw both seared and almost smashed open, forcing him to keep smiling a bloody grin. His wounds aren't helped by the fact that he took a brief dip in contaminated water but he doesn't mind it, instead shambling to his feet.
Not a bad workaround my electricity... he manage to articulate, wiping his jaw. He can sense Beruka's cursed energy drawing closer, making him realize that he might need to get off his high horse and start working on what he was sent for. Or else, he'll be in a bad situation, having to manage Beruka and Mark, assuming that Corrin stays down and doesn't immediately join the fight.
Kashimo decide to just rush at Mark right away, previsibly grabbing a few discarded bricks along the way and tossing them right at Mark. They're imbued with Cursed Energy, meaning that he'll need to dodge or block them. And Kashimo himself keep running after Mark, waiting to see how he deal with the bricks. A few of them aren't even meant for Mark, instead impacting more barrels and making the wooden chunks fly right into the fire.
Hahaha! Kashimo attempts to combo Mark in the neck, chest and face to stun him a little. With Mark's chains and his skills at using them, Kashimo does fear trying to send him away and winding up being dragged along for the ride, so he then move on to trying to smack Mark's right arm between his left elbow and right knee, in a bid to bypass the problems of the chains by breaking his arm!
But I'm not reliant on my lightning to do everything for me! Kashimo say, running at the prone prince. Assuming him to still be down and suffering, he pull a tiny black orb from his one of his pocket and slam his arm forward as if to smack Corrin with it - But the young man's head lean to the side and his leg violently impact a stunned Kashimo's torso with enough strength to fling him out of the basement and into the floors above, the sorcerer clutching his chest in surprise.
Dropping out of his grasp is the tiny black orb he held, rolling along the discarded food, plates, pieces of ceiling debris etc and almost at a rushing Beruka's feet. Corrin! From seeing Kashimo get flung, she can quickly deduce he must be below, and approach the nearest hole accordingly - but has to hurriedly step back, for the flames within the basement are starting to spread to the main wooden floor, having been given time, fuel and material to increase.
The fire would become a problem for the main floor quickly, with Beruka already feeling the burning heat from afar.. And the basement was worse, with only some portions of it not engulfed in flames. Corrin! CORRIN! Beruka knew that she had to go in to rescue him instead of shouting his name, but she needed to know where he was because, new powers or not, the flames could cause her catastrophic damage.
It was only one second of brief doubt before she steeled herself. But that one second was all Corrin needed to contact her.
I'm fine! I'm fine! There's someone else in the basement - I have to pull them out! Corrin isn't coughing nor is he having problems with seeing because he's turned his head into his "eyeless" dragon head, and also part of his torso. His long-necked form is far less vulnerable to the whims of flames than an enhanced but mortal body; And though he appears eyeless, the truth is that it's more of a sort of visor he has over his real eyes.
However, Corrin doesn't have godly sight - not even "super" sight. This mean that he's left to wallow through the fire in search for Mark, assuming that the latter hasn't already recovered. If he hasn't and is wounded from Kashimo's earlier impact, Corrin goes looking for him. And if he does find him, the prince approach him, attempting to wrap him away in his wings to shield him from the flames if Mark was down. But keeping his distance if not.
However, he does offer his arms for Mark to hang unto. Or just generally find somewhere to hang unto if he needs.
Let's get out of the basement first - I'll extinguish all that fire once we're out! They could try now, but he feared that Mark wouldn't be able to handle all that mass of rushing water now. And Corrin wanted to be at Beruka's side as quickly as possible as well, though he felt like he owed Mark the smallest gesture of gratefulness possible for saving him from Kashimo.
Beruka peers down at the flames on the first floor, glancing around in unusual panic and looking for the basement door to go and grab Corrin and Mark herself if needed. Yet she also had to stay alert - for she could tell that Kashimo above was still lurking. Wounded from what Mark and Corrin had done to him, yes, but still alive and well.
Crocodile on the outside smiles at seeing Lily's panic, delighting in her fear of his power. Technically, his failure to hold Beruka back could impact Kashimo, but Crocodile had done his part long enough. He'd be happy to leave right now even, but the problem was that Lily had managed to strike him for real and that was a bit of an annoyance - the Warlord of the Sea, mighty leader of Baroque Work, left fleeing from some water-bending karateka.
No one could know, perhaps, and Crocodile was smart about picking his fights. But his pride as a man and as a pirate would not be soiled by the shame of defeat against someone he could kill. He'd seen her terror and panic when his hook came for her - without Beruka or Nuue around, he was persuaded that he could kill Lily. He'd slice her windpipe open and would make them both regret leaving the fight.
Haven't been in a real fight before, heh? He taunts, guessing from her reaction. He had seen it before on the cruel seas - young pirates and Marines who froze upon realizing their lives were in danger, and who paid the price for that with death.
As Lily is able to dodge his attack with great agility, Crocodile move to intercept her, but the spot where he was hit stings him at the worst moment, freezing his hook right as Lily is about to hit him with another water punch. This force Crocodile to raise his right hand to block her punch, causing some of the water on him not to be absorbed. And as he blocks Lily's punch with his open palm, meaning to then grab it to absorb her moisture directly...
... He gets blown off his feet indeed. For while his arm is able to absorb the water, the strike still made it solid. And thus, while he isn't all wet, his right arm take quite the damage, being thrown back by the sheer shock of trying to stop her impact. And to make matter worse, she's able to successfully nail him in the torso with her projectile, freezing the middle of his torso and her right shoulder.
Hnnghh!! Crocodile land on his feet. Enough was enough!
SABLES...! He let the miniature sandstorm hover in the palm of his hand, preparing to throw it to engulf Lily with the sheer power of his fruit. And it didn't matter that it was overkill - it was a kill all the same!
Owlman's remote is sniped out of his hands and he groans in frustration at Jason's good sight. The shockwave from Nuue's charge into the building also disrupt his flight, forcing Owlman to hit the floor and roll off, allowing him to dodge the gout of fire almost on accident. With the building badly damaged by Nuue, he didn't need his explosives - but it did allow a bunch of civilians to have the time to hurry out of the collapsing place.
Unlike Crocodile, he had no skin in the game and had probably bought more than enough time already. Now was the time to go while Jason and Nuue were busy. It's not like his beef with Jason mattered when that was just another pointless version of a pointless man. Unfortunately for the usually well-prepared Owlman though, his hookgun got dropped in the middle of his tumbling, thanks to Nuue forcing his flight to end earlier than he'd wanted.
With an irritated sigh, he briefly tap a few glowing buttons on the gauntlet on his right arm. And right as he complete it, a javelin suddenly slam towards and into him. Using his armored wing, Owlman is able to prevent the weapon from piercing through him, but it still briefly hold him down at a moment where he really doesn't want to.
The javelin came from Gunter, the elderly man having thrown it at Owlman from afar. While still rushing for the place where Corrin and Kashimo are brawling, he apparently mean to help.
Catch him! he yells, still running for the bar.
Kenjaku laughs slightly at the figure of a prone Killer Moth. Thank you for your review. I'll take it into account. His eyes then narrow -more than they already are- as he watch the oddity on his hand. Is he...
Oh dear, transforming, huh? Was it something in the suit? Was the process quickening with the physical trauma and stress Killer Moth was exposed to or was it always going to happen in public? A quirk of the world's respawn system? Something in whatever he'd dumped his gear into? An encounter afterwards? Kenjaku was theorizing fast. And when that happened, it meant he was excited.
So excited that he blocked the remaining drone's attacks bare-handed, looking out at the bruises on his arm slightly, amused that they packed enough of a punch to wound him despite his prodigious skills. Fascinating! Though he was careful to not let too many know the truth of his words, the fact that the Arena could balance their skills and abilities out like that was truly intriguing. And made him perhaps more capable of fending off "superstars" than he thought.
...
Kenjaku's decision is quick, the Evil Sorcerer interlocking the fingers on his hands very slightly, their backs facing each other as he summoned forth the power of his Open Domain. It wouldn't happen now - he knew that, but there was a chill in the air. A distortion that could be lightly felt everywhere on the battlefield, a sixth sense warning the fighters that something was coming.
Gunter gulps, quickening his pace despite his old legs.
Coming from Kenjaku, Killer Moth would be able to hear the muted cries of infants, the possessed corpse smiling sinisterly while looking down at him.
Here's a chance to be more than an extra. In one minute, I'll unleash a devastating attack on you and everyone else fighting in the area. It'll be a quick maiming but a slow death, unfortunately. People can stay alive for a pretty long while even when they really should be dead, you know? It'll be an instantaneous, unavoidable hit none of the people above, around or below will survive.
My range isn't quite as great as that beast's but I can assure you - a lot of people are going to die. And that'll include you, since I take it you're not much of a philanthropist.
The process can be interrupted if you hit me hard enough. You might find that difficult. Kenjaku smiles and bring his hand back and forth in a Bring It gesture. Spread your wings, little moth.
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Edited by Bolded1 on Apr 6th 2024 at 12:05:58 PM
Nautolan picture belongs to Bonesmarinated on twitterA newly-arrived Gunter pinning Owlman in place with a javelin was a surprise to Red Hood, to be sure, but a very welcome one nonetheless. He straps the sniper rifle to his back once again, frees both of his pistols from their respective holsters, then leaps from the rooftop he had been using as a sniper's nest before touching down. With a quick twirl of his guns, he rushes headlong towards Owlman.
"Go to sleep, scum!"
After firing several rounds at Owlman during his charge, Jason closes the distance between them. He launches into a relentless flurry of punches and kicks, throwing in the occasional pistol whip as he attempts to pummel the supervillain before capping things off with one final uppercut. He points one of his guns directly at Owlman's face and is about to pull the trigger when he suddenly realizes that there was something very wrong with this picture. The hostage taking, the hit-and-run tactics, the plan to use that hotel as a giant bomb - those were all probably distractions, weren't they?
"Wait a minute... you weren't just playing hit and run to piss us off," Red Hood says, realization hitting him like a direct punch to the face from Bane as he keeps his weapon firmly trained on Owlman.
Edited by IchigoMontoya on Apr 7th 2024 at 7:49:41 AM
Centralis - Market
As Nuue expels the last of that built-up darkness from within herself, she finds her wound healed... and herself with a splitting headache as she returns to her Manakete form once more. She can think clearly again.
"Ugh... my head..."
She ravages a nearby food stand, gulping down heaps of food that doesn't even make her stomach bulge... somehow. It dulls the headache, at least.
A chill hits her senses. A feeling of a different darkness washing over her. Her eyes widen and she scampers into the nearest manhole, heading to where the source is- that being Kenjaku. She won't reach there immediately, though. Chasing Owlman out so far has put her a good distance from the fight itself- something she internally smacks herself in the head over.
For now, she rushes forward on all fours, breathing heavily as she races back towards the fight from underground.
It feels like something really bad... Whatever it is, it won't be good if it's allowed to finish.
aeiou: the secondDNC, Fortnite, Avar-Laren
Taye’s blade cut through the assailers, her weapon passing through their painted flesh with ease. These enemies and the black paint covering them were surprisingly mundane; though they were far from unskilled, direct combat was clearly far from their area of expertise. Meanwhile, her puddles, mixed with the remnants of Kana’s balls of watery death being punted into the enemies and exploded, succeeded in tripping them up. They slipped onto their backs, granting an easy kill to any who could reach them before they stood. In addition, Grace’s tune allows for some to be distracted long enough that they meet a swift end, though many seen unaffected; for the discipline in their ranks was evidently very admirable.
The prisoner tied to Taye, though, used this opportunity to try to escape: he fell back until the rope was gaunt and dashed into the crowd, trying to elicit a stray blade to cut through the rope. One passed by, coming dangerously close to freeing him.
Upon hearing Hange’s orders, Ladwin spared a glance at Frilda. She nodded, as though to give him the go-ahead to do as the titanslayer said. He ushered the princesses back where they’d come, ensuring they were behind the other adventurers and well away from the fighting. Emilia leaned against a wall, pale and sickly. Slowly she slid down it, sitting against the stone and breathing slowly.
Frilda did not see the state of her daughter; too enraptured was she in battling to protect her. Her gaze was drawn away for a brief moment to look in wonder as Hange shot over the crowd, cleaving several heads into halves as she went before landing on the other side. Her amazement was put to a swift end when another dagger sped towards her face; she lifted a bracer to deflect it before severing the hand to which the dagger belong. Her assailant died screaming, even as the sword plunged into his collar.
Kana’s nimble tactics bear some of the greatest fruits, each motion claiming an assassin’s life. Arms and legs were sent flying akimbo, and her watery slashes cut holes into the walls and roofs of the hall. Frilda could hardly bring herself to care: there were far bigger concerns at hand than property damage, and no price was too great for her to pay if it meant the safety of her daughters.
Medicine’s own projectiles served as excellent offensive support. Each one that slammed into a foe exploded into a burst of poisonous fumes and substances, which killed few on their own but weakened their targets greatly, thus allowing for others to get the kill. The A part of Medicine’s KDA ratio was flourishing.
Kaisui’s wrench was…an unexpected development, for sure, but her foreign clothes were an event stranger sight. Even still, she managed to get a good few kills of her own accord, bashing in some skulls as the assassins lunged for her with knives.
The battle continued to rage, but just as it seemed to be nearing its end, in the absence of twelve assassins (only three remained), there could be heard a scratching once more from the darkness to the left, a scraping of metal on stone…
One of the final trio hopped away from Frilda’s slash. The latter was coated in blood and guts, not all of which was just the enemies’. She breathed heavily and staggered forwards after her missed swing, holding the blade at her hip and never once breaking eye contact with the foe. The foe, who backed away out of the corridor and back into the main hall, trying to catch a breather…
…When he was suddenly tackled by a massive shape in the darkness. His screams echoed across the walls as he was torn apart, white fangs flashing amidst the shadow. A crimson maw rose from his opened chest, connected to two piercing red eyes that glared at the group.
The beast was faintly wolflike in appearance, but one could’ve been excuses for mistaking it as a bear. Its shaggy fur was black, yet painted with blood at a spot on its back where a half-buried blade stuck out, broken and jagged. It was far larger than any wolf and much bulkier as well, with squatter hind legs but powerful front legs that ended in brutish claws. Its face was flatter than a wolf’s as well, considerably uglier and lined with rows of crooked teeth.
”Warg!” Frilda shouted, stumbling backwards and away from it. The animal bared its fangs at the nearest to it—Hange—before pouncing at her and aiming to clamp its maw down upon her arm. The threat of the assassins was not yet vanquished, however—one lifted his arm and threw his knife at Kaisui, before breaking out into a wild dash towards Medicine and attempt to tackle her to the ground. If successful he’d begun pummeling her, fist after fist thrown at her face until she or somebody else stopped the onslaught. The other, wielding two daggers of varying sizes, sprinted at Kana. His paint was ever-so-slightly different: he wore streaks of red along his arms and back; not from blood, but crushed nuts or berries, intentionally placed there to denote some higher status amongst their ranks. And indeed she’d find that though she was undoubtedly stronger, he could match her agility and speed, attempting to weave past her physical blows to get in close at stab at any weaknesses in her armor he could find.
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Cittufeni heard Artemis’ reasoning, but before he could offer a response she was already trying to unleash a blanket attack upon those on the ground. He glanced up and immediately got to work on mapping out the safest path through, a god-tier reaction time mixed with some of the greatest computational systems known to man providing a route that could guide him through the storm of swords with minimal damage done to himself. He took off flying, spinning and weaving and dodging through the hail until at last he had emerged, hovering in the air. Various scrapes and cuts littered his form, but thankfully it was minor damage in the grand scheme of things. He looked down at Artemis with burning blue eyes, and spoke once more:
"Outcome of the one known as Artemis proving victorious: Everybody knows what happened—'Minus Tilra'." Cittufeni played a recording of Artemis herself’s own words, as though to accentuate his point. "That is four out of five. Outcome of the one known as Tilra proving victorious: Everybody knows what happened. Including Tilra. That is five out of five. It is the logical conclusion." There was a pause, but he soon continued: "Alternate solution: We discuss amongst eachother peacefully who would be best to win. This is the reasonable solution. Idea not proposed, for reasons of: Organics seem devoid of reason. Unfortunately, this group is likely no different."
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The Poacher slapped Sebastien’s knife-hand down as he leaned away, hopping backwards and laughing with a shake of his head. He put up his dukes and began circling Sebastien, when—
"Gack!"
The sound drew his eyes, and he saw his accomplice on his knees some distance away, reddened steel piercing his throat. Behind the defeated Poacher was Luin, with her hand on his shoulder for leverage. She slid the sword out of the man’s neck and left him collapse forwards, dead. Rime was some distance away, panting and weary. The woman was covered in cuts from her foe’s spear and a hateful glare in her eyes; a far cry from who she usually was and a side that emerged only when Poachers were concerned. Luin lifted her fury-filled eyes to the Poacher facing Sebastien. She stormed towards him.
"Wh—two versus one? This is hardly fair!" He protested with a grin, dodging her first slash and kicking at the back of her knee. Luin stumbled but regained her footing quickly, silently taking another swipe and coming closer to hitting this time. Now the smile fell from the Poacher’s face. He repositioned and reconsidered his plan, trying to account for the introduction of a second—no, that damned creature— and third new element to the battle. Finally, another grin grew on his face as he formulated the plan most likely to result in his survival.
"See ya, losers!" He shouted, dashing towards Sebastien and attempting to hop over him, making for the entrance. Rime chased after, but a poisonous smoke bomb dropped at the crack between doors prevented him from following the Poacher out until it cleared, at which point he’d be long gone.
With great power…you know the rest.DNC
Hange was beset upon by a beast much larger than a dog. But quite thankfully, she had experience in maneuvering around such creatures. The fangs of a beast such as this were hardly as dangerous as the hands of a 4-meter abnormal, though her opponent today lacked as exploitable a weakness as titans did.
Yet, perhaps, this wasn't to matter. Their relative intellects had similarities, after all. Swiftly discarding her current, now-dull superhard steel blades, and attaching a second pair, Hange fired the hooks from her ODM gear at such a delay and angle as to curve her now-rapid approach to the dog-beast very slightly, delivering a high-velocity cleaving blow towards the quadrupedal beast's front shoulder while diving under its pounce quite precisely.
She laughed maniacally.
These blades were ridiculously over-sharp and thin, almost completely useless against armor and prone to rapidly dulling to a useless state after only a handful of strikes. This situation, where the only thing that matters is the carving strength of a single well-placed blow... that is the situation in which Hange's skills and equipment are at their strongest.
Edited by Whoma on Apr 6th 2024 at 10:19:45 AM
Yatta!DNC
Thank goodness a sword does just fine. Taye sliced the throats or stabbed the hearts of any enemy who came near the princesses - seeing Emilia's state prompted her to speed up. She also blocked a blade that almost cut the prisoner's rope, then yanked on that rope, pulling him back towards her.
All in all, her allies were rather skillful, quickly taking out many of the ambushers here. Just a few more to-
"Wagh?" Taye incorrectly echoed Frilda's exclamation as the bear-wolf revealed itself. Realizing she was the least suited to fight such a huge creature, she turned her attention to the assassins. Specifically, the one who's dashing towards Medicine.
After a brief pause to see what Medicine does, Taye darts towards the assassin, thrusting her sword & aiming to drive her blade into the man's upper torso.
Edited by Hotpizza on Apr 7th 2024 at 9:12:49 PM
Avar-Laren
Sebastien glared at the Poacher leaping over him, quickly drawing one of his crossbows and attempting to nail him with a bolt as he escaped. If he got away anyway he would sigh, cursing under his breath before turning to Luin.
"Here." he'd say, offering a Mega Potion.
DNC
Medicine raises an eyebrow at someone charging into melee range with her. She simply raises a palm at him and emits a burst of paralyzing poisonous gas as he closes in, strong enough to send an elephant tumbling down.
More important to her is Emilia, having kept an eye on her through Su-san peeking out of her backpack. The doll nurse rushes over to her to quickly examine her to see if the injury somehow got worse since she last saw or if something else is afoot.
HC
"Rgh..." is Killer Moth's verbose reply. The migraine is feeling worse as he lashes out at Kenjaku, swinging a clumsy strike with his more bestial looking hand. Though if it somehow lands, Kenjaku will feel more strength behind it than a normal guy like Killer Moth would possess.
He somehow doesn't notice his other hand starting to match the transformed one. Speaking of spreading wings, Kenjaku would note that his costume's mechanical wings have been pushed out and off by distinctly larger, organic ones. They twitch behind Killer Moth as he makes to follow up his clumsy punch with a lunge.
"You talk too much..." Killer Moth says after that, his voice sounding more distorted.
"That was a pointless encounter with a pointless person."Luin was silent as she took the potion. She stared into its murky green depths for a few seconds before hesitantly downing it. "Thanks." She set the can down and walked past Sebastien. In hands still shaking from adrenaline, she held Lannéadrom high, lighting up the chamber. It bounced off the six half-cylindrical tubes built into the walls, three on each side. On their left two were opened and filled with rubble already, so Luin moved to the last remaining one.
"Gimme a hand with this." She sheathed the sword and grabbed hold of a small divide that ran down the middle of the tube, pulling the right side and hoping for Sebastien to pull on the left.
With great power…you know the rest.Avar-Laren, HC
The metal groaned and screeched as they dragged both sides open, and at last its contents were revealed in the dim lighting: a dusty mech,
some nine or so feet tall and dangling from thick cables. It was covered in scrapes, minor wear and tear sustained over the long years, but seemed in surprisingly good condition. In a glass case to its left was a drum-magazine rifle, probably as large as they were.
"…Huh." Luin mused, broken from her post-battle stupor by the surprise of the sight. "Bit…bigger than I expected. You think there’s others?" She looked behind themselves, at the three on the other end of the wall.
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"That obvious, huh?" Lily retorted with an unsteady grin. "I appreciate you going easy on me!" She needed to keep her cool, she needed to be level-headed, she needed to be confident, she couldn’t panic…
Control. Heart. Strength. Our core tenets—if you remember one thing from today’s lesson, remember this: all of them rely on the other.
"Control, heart, strength." She murmured under her breath. Her attack had hit, she’d frozen the water to his form and hopefully prevented him from manipulating the affected area. This was good, right? She’d just landed an important blow. "Control, heart, strength." So, why didn’t it feel like it? "Control, heart, strength…"
SABLES..!
That. That was probably why.
Lily hunkered down and considered her options. She could try for a Guard…but it was too risky. It left her far too open afterwards for a follow-up attack, and she barely knew how to perform a Guard — Execution, having only pulled it off a few times in practice. She doubted it was something she could just dodge either, let alone tank. Only one option remained to her: the riskiest, and probably dumbest of them all..
She exploded forwards, pushing off from the Cursed Enemy platform’s edge and lunging towards Mr. Crocodile with a howl. Lily drew Lun back before thrusting it forwards at his torso with both hands on the grip, intending to cross the distance between them into dangerous close range. She doubted she’d be able to hit him just like that, but if she could at least interrupt his charging attack…
With great power…you know the rest.Avar-Laren
Sebastien almost whistled appreciatively. That was a big suit of armor if there ever was one. More like a golem at that point.
"Well it's not like we're in too much of a hurry." Sebastien said, approaching one of them so that they may begin cracking those open as well.
"That was a pointless encounter with a pointless person."Each tube rolled open about the same as the first, though with minor variations in difficulty. Indeed, stored within each container was a new suit of unique design.
One
was smaller than the first, though obviously designed with agility in mind. Affixed to its wrists were two backwards-facing batons, and a halfcoat flowed from its hip.
The second
was the largest of the bunch, and the cables from which it hunt were thicker than the rest. It was a behemoth of a suit, and behind it was suspended a massive metal shield that looked like it could stop a Barroth in its tracks.
Finally was the last and the smallest
of the group, though not a considerable amount smaller than the blue one. Just behind its “feet” were thin steel discs, obviously intended to be wheels, and in a weapon case next to it were two powerful-looking pistols. Luin seemed to regard this one with favor, standing by it as she looked out over the other three.
"Well, I’m sure we’ll he able to come back and grab some more later…but for now, I can’t imagine us bringing back any more than the ones we’re in ourselves. I do know one thing, though: this one’s mine."
Edited by ISZATSO on Apr 7th 2024 at 1:41:55 PM
With great power…you know the rest."I have no clue." Luin grinned. Nigh immediately she got to work on scouring the mechs themselves and the containers they were within for instructions of some sort, but found only short inscriptions in some unknown language. The woman shook her head and sighed. She had leaned backwards against the wall and crossed her arms in thought, trying to come up with another idea on how to enter the machines, when a blue light began to shine through her item pouch from within. Glancing down at it curiously, Luin zipped the pack open and grabbed the illumination’s source, finding it to be the very same disc she’d stored away earlier; and indeed, Sebastien’s own acted in a similar fashion. Holding it now, Luin felt a pull, as though the disc was trying to reunite with some greater whole. She let go and it flipped through the air, falling not downwards but sideways, towards her chosen Delving Suit. It sunk into the metal surface and the mech’s chest cavity unfurled, like a flower in bloom to reveal a padded and surprisingly comfortable looking inside. Hesitantly, Luin climbed the suit using its legs and shoulders, turning around and slipping inside before the machine snapped shut once more, with her within it.
A blue light flickered to life in the machine’s eyes.
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With great power…you know the rest.Pucci
"Training, the martial kind." Lucas... Didn't elaborate any further, to him, Pucci's hidden desires already look pretty open and shut to him. Although, he's keenly aware of the Empyrreich's reputation in the Arena — in no small part due to his extremely enthusiastic subordinate — and makes it clear that:
"I will not make you subscribe to any dogma that is not conductive to that one objective."
HC Brawl
Mark's raises his arms at the bricks, but also in anticipation for Kashimo to try and enter melee range — so far, Kashimo comes off as someone who likes being up close and personal, which is what he also likes.
Although, Mark's bruiser-like fighting style leaves some work to be done against someone with finer technique, parts of his footwork leave him open to their proceeding strikes that allows more charge to build up. More than enough to paralyze him for a short moment upon the last strike, which manages to fracture his arm a bit.
Thankfully for Corrin, Mark manages to power through and close the distance much faster than he would anticipate. Though he rejects the offer of help by leaping or quick improvisation on creating something his chains can latch onto up above then then running ahead to let Beruka focus on Corrin instead and for him to find Kashimo.
"Thanks for the offer but I have someone to fuck up!"
He rewraps his chains around his right arm to cover his elbow and act as a psuedo-brace, a band-aid solution to the broken arm situation.
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realTaking note of the weirdness with Looin, Sebastien similarly pulls out his own disk. His own Delving Suit pops open and eats the disk so he climbs in after seeing Luin do so.
He still had no idea what to do so he looked around inside for some hint of how this thing controls.
"That was a pointless encounter with a pointless person."DNC
Kaisui doesn't react quick enough to the knife being thrown her way- it hits her arm and she flinches. It didn't dig too deep- her body was quite resilient, after all -but it did cut her a bit. Something her body would slowly heal, at least. Looking as Hange leaps forward, she silently muses to herself.
I should get myself a set of that gear... It'd help me use less energy compared to dashing with water, at least.
For now, she rushes forward, water spouting from her feet to send her jetting forward at the warg before slamming her wrench into its head- aiming to disorient it so Hange can finish it off.
"I've fought bigger. And louder. Though I usually had my submarine..."
She shrugs as she touches off against a wall, sending herself flying back towards the main group- and out of reach of the warg.
Centralis - Excelsus
"Really?!"
Croque rolls out of the way of one blade, before smirking.
While she can't fabricate anything from her suit currently, she can do something else.
Unlimiting main shell muscular systems.
As the second blade comes down, she catches it between her armored hands, the ground beneath her cracking from the impact as her internals whir from the strain. The excess of heat from her suit slows down, and then stops.
Emergency cooling cycle complete.
All systems online.
Her suit's own hydraulic assistance kicks in, and she throws the blade back upwards.
"Solid armor... hmm. I've got an idea."
She holds out her hands, fabricating a claymore-like sword in her hands that charges up, the edges shimmering with green energy. She boosts upwards, her suit folding back to let her move quicker.
"Time to stop some blades, if that's even possible with a thing this big..."
She pulls her blade back, swinging it downwards at one of the EXCELSUS' blades, aiming to cleave right through it.
"Parry this, you asshole."
aeiou: the secondMin Min's
"Your body disappears and you reappear somewhere random."
Demyx rubs his chin, wondering how that would work with him, a separated body that returns to the original self if it dies. He keeps it to himself, though. "So, before you go, how about a meal for the trouble? I'll pay."
"I'd appreciate that..."
Confluence of Fates
Reyna gets blasted off Tera Soulstealer's back, but she uses a Slinger grappling hook to pull herself right back on, letting her avoid the Earthquake. Instead of stabbing away with a carving knife, though, she whips out Ebony and Ivory
and starts blasting straight down.
Astil
"I'm doing well," Refia replies. "Been training for the battles to come."
"This is Eric..."
Eric waves.
"The Areui of my world..."
Pause to let him introduce himself.
"And Areui and Kirue, angels of another world."
>she doesn't know
"You're making a lot of angel friends, huh," Eric notes.
"Oh, Iris isn't an angel. I don't know what exactly she is, but she's not that."
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"A wizard is never late, nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to."Min Min’s
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- 13th Dilemma
Ah. Sounds inconvenient and who’s going to look after stuff you left there then?
“Pyra” takes a look at their watch. There’s just enough time to wait for the food as takeaway and return to office (Dededelivery has loose but existent time limits to how long employees can do a delivery to ensure safety).
| You |
“I-I’ll have it as takeaway to have at the delivery office. T-thank you.”
Well, despite the little incident with the new UI, this first delivery went smoothly.
Du-Du-Wa-Do-It, Arena KatsudouWhen the machine closed over Sebastien, and embedded him within it, there was a short rumbling…and then nothing. No feeling, no sound, nothing at all. Just when it became reasonable to wonder if he had been painlessly transformed into a corpse trapped inside a robot like that one video game, a jolt of pain shot across his body, followed by a fuzzy numbness.
Then, once more, he was granted sight. The room before him was revealed brighter than it ever had been, with sonar mapping out every square inch. An overload of numbers and data flashed across his vision in a strange and unrecognizable dialect.
A voice spoke as though from within his own mind, sounding suspiciously similar to his own, but speaking in an equally foreign language, listening off unknown quantities of unknown concerns, before at last something changed: "Language synchronization: complete. Nanorepair administering…administering…administering…nanorepairs complete. All systems nominal and online. Welcome back, User 1. This machine has been offline for one thousand, one hundred and fifteen years. Scanning brainwaves…no prior piloting experience detected. Would you like a tutorial?"
Luin’s voice crackled into being, sounding not in his ears but his head: "—bastien! Sebastien, you there?"
With great power…you know the rest.Hub Centralis
Mark and Corrin jump out of the basement into the first floor. Nodding in acknowledgement at the former, Corrin turns to Beruka, preparing to take care of the fire, but Beruka sniffs and suddenly realize the nature of the fire, hurriedly waving her hands at Corrin to tell him to back off.
It won't work! Fire with that kind of source won't be extinguished with water! You'll make it worse! Corrin stops and turn his head to Beruka. He prepares to ask her what she plan to do next, then, with water apparently ineffective, but Beruka use her Construction technique and launch the tendrils at the fire below, smothering it below the liquid metal by depriving it of air to burn with.
Beruka need focus to direct the tendrils but find it easy and not that straining to do so. She basically just has to apply an obsidian pancake to the flame and let it choke to death.
I used alcohol to start fires as distractions or as a more blatant attack before - water is unwise to use to extinguish those. She says, turning to Corrin. The prince's head has gone back to normal, looking pensive, if slightly admirative of his wife's quick-handling of the matter. It's tied to my new po- While she'd kept track of Kashimo, the way he was coming down at them now was a lot faster than even she could anticipate. And it was because it wasn't Kashimo attacking them - it was a sharp chunk of wood he'd quickly grabbed, infused with Cursed Energy and tossed at Beruka herself in a bid to impale her neck.
Thinking quickly, Beruka is able to quickly snatch the spear out of the air after moving herself out of the way. As she does that, Corrin gasps in surprise, being unable to react to the spear or to the spear's owner, Kashimo, as he furiously re-enter. He doesn't slam into Corrin to drag him back to the basement though - he can sense Beruka's technique in there, and can deduce that he'd be putting himself at a massive disadvantage.
So instead, he land harshly on the floor, making it creak ominiously, shortly before his fist shoot itself like a meteor to land on Corrin's back, the young man screaming in pain at his spine suddenly falling under attack. Corrin! She wasn't used to her technique enough to use it on reflex : had she simply intercepter the spear with it, she could have been in position to intercept it!
Moving to throw the spear back at Kashimo, Beruka has to stop and settle for running when Kashimo wraps his arm around Corrin's neck, squeezing tight. With his free hand, he grab the other black orb. Beruka doesn't bother to threaten him, murder in her eyes as she simply make herself as tall as possible by sprouting some tendrils from her back, spreading her arms to the side and almost standing on the tips of her toes to seem taller.
Is this all you're going to do? Try and look bigger than you are to intimidate me? Kashimo smiles. If he were to shove the orb into Corrin, Beruka would act and wouldn't stop, he could sense that. And he didn't want to get killed like that when he still had another foe to face. It'd hurt his pride too much. Almost as much as his infected wounds were hurting his body, right now.
What are you trying to do to him with that orb?
I don't know myself! Let's see. Kashimo prepare to slam the orb into the stunned Corrin's skull. From what Kenjaku had told him, the orb was some fragment of something that originally belonged to Corrin, meaning that the body would absorb it if it were applied in any part. But he still saw fit to slam it into his skull for ease of use.
Yet he knew that Mark and Beruka were around, and with the latter about to attack him, he couldn't search for the former without exposing himself to a desperate charge from the latter! Little did Kashimo know though, that Beruka's intimidation manoeuver and her little talk with him was meant to help Mark try and sneak up or get into an ideal position to ambush Kashimo.
And he could do nothing else but not know, something in him, invisible yet obvious, almost preventing him from trying to watch his six.
She could only pray it'd work : the sight of Corrin gasping for air as he dealt with a punch to his spine like that had her itching to try and reduce Kashimo to a bloody puddle of gore here and now.
Sir Crocodile outside had a much easier situation on his hands. But though Lily's solution seemed to be the simplest one, the Warlord had, truthfully, expected her to try to go with something perhaps smarter but less effective. Like dodging, or trying to block, or pitting the last charge of water she had on him against his Sables. But charging? The pirate's eyes widened and his mass of sand dispelled as he had to deal with her rushing at him like a bullet.
With a good chunk of his body ice, and still reeling from her successful chop, Crocodile can't stop her attack. But that doesn't mean that he can't avoid it. With how desperate her charge was, he banked she'd aim for center of mass. Crocodile barely managed to shift his body in time to try to leave his ice half out of the way, and the sand on his body soon open itself up into a hole for her sword to sink through, leaving his actual body undamaged.
You could've been something...
Smiling in triumph, Crocodile lowers his hand to prepare to grab her by the head and dehydrate her straight away, being very aware that the situation was as dangerous for him as it was for her.
But in the end, you're just another body in my wake!
Owlman is shot in the suit. It's bulletproof, so he can withstand that, but Jason's likely-specialized ammo end up stunning him in place, leaving him open for a beatdown. Owlman fight back, to his credit, but Jason's grit allow him to hold out slightly longer in landing a blow that leaves Thomas reeling, allowing him to land some pistol-whips that make Owlman's head go from side to side, spitting out blood and saliva before Jason is able to finish things up with an uppercut that has Owlman doing a full-backward flip, landing on the ground as a beaten heap.
And of course, he might protest these results, but as he stares down the barrel of Jason's gun, Thomas can only blink with his cracked lenses, blood trailing down his sharp chin as he notices Red Hood's confusion at the distraction. A distraction that Owlman has more or less fully lived up to by now, damn it!
And as for what the amoral member of Gotham's knights would do, Owlman truly didn't care. Just one bullet in one skull in one universe. But he didn't intend to be a useless alternate self, that said.
Unluckily for you, Batman's not here, he says, with a satisfied grin. That means I don't have to worry about the plan being outed before it's too late. Even going solo, you truly are nothing more than a sidekick. Owlman smiles...
... And then his helmet goes to cover his chin, his very human weakpoint.
Now feeling a bit more confident in his face's ability to endure a bullet, Owlman attempt to smack Jason in the guts with a strong punch. Should he succeed, he then try grabbing him by the collar to up and toss the man into a nearby food stand. He could do worse, but he didn't want to be interrupted by a nearby do-gooder.
However, as he does this, Owlman try reaching for Jason's grappling-hook gun, attempting to snatch it off him before using it to grapple to a nearby ledge. And he could try fleeing that way, but for the sake of the plan, saving Crocodile might also be optimal. The less prisoners, the better. Or else, Kenjaku could pull his aid.
Entering the battlefield (or more likely hovering above it) was the Owlplane. A silver jet of appearance similar to the Batwing. With armament and defenses that could hold against even Nuue. However, Owlman had waited until the end to use it because... well, it was a bit of a plan D. And he wanted to gauge the overall power of the fighters first. Now that he was confident none of them could, however, it was time to leave.
He'd unleash hell but it'd be pointless with the only fighters left being few in numbers. Owlman instead pulled out his two gauntlets, attempting to shoot at Jason to prevent him from trying to reach or shoot him. With the young man's bullets having damaged the suit, that may also have taken a beating from its earlier encounter with the ground, he can only blanket the area in front of him with only one rifle-like burst of bullets, aiming at Jason.
The owlplane get closer and closer to the building with Thomas on it.
Kenjaku down below can hear Nuue coming but he's pretty confident about his chances at getting away all the same. And it won't matter if Killer Moth fails anyway. As the supervillain's clawed hand impacts Kenjaku's arm, the latter is surprised to feel actual pain down his limb, smoke hissing out of the mark left on his flesh by the impact. And Kenjaku himself is thrown back the length of the sewer, much to his pleasure.
Nice swipe! Few can go through my reinforcements like that, you know?
He can feel his Cursed Energy being disrupted by the shock. His Domain has been delayed for one turn.
When you do something exciting, you want other people to know all about it, right? That's just how I go about this! And besides, they often don't tend to get my rules, so I've made an habit of being really thorough about talking!
Emerging out of his shadow with every meter crossed are tiny, pale, human-faced centipedes that try to swarm Killer Moth. They attempt to wrap around his body to keep him held down, allowing Kenjaku to shoot his arm forward as a much bigger abomination, a white worm with a human mouth (and nothing but a human mouth) at the end of its body charge at Killer Moth like a freight train, covering the sewer tunnel the two are fighting in.
And you should talk more right now! I'm sure you'll notice a little change going on!
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Seeing her cannonball and the houseplant have poofed away, Kaila turns around and runs off on all fours.