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 Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2008 7:00 pm
Joe flipped easily and landed lightly.
"Oh my! I thought I had you distracted, eh?"
Joe lobbed the hottest fireball he could at Helmsborough.
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Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2008 7:44 pm
Helmsborough shrugged it off. "My turn." A crimson blast flew at Joe.
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Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2008 8:51 pm
Joe dove ungracefully out of the way, ending with a shoulder roll that brought him straight at Helmsborough. He sprang out of the roll, throwing an extremely quick, even more powerful punch at the enemy Avatar.
He tensed as he punched, ready in case Helmsborough counterattacked or dodged.
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Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2008 9:44 pm
Helmsborough didn't even bother to allow Joe to close the distance. He blasted him in the torso with another shower of red light. This time everything it touched felt like every nerve had been lit up with pain.
We can't keep protecting you like this, the Titan's Fists complained.
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Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2008 9:58 pm
Joe cried out as he was flung back.
He's completely different! What's going on? In Crossover, we at least had a chance, a way to hit him, something! How is he stronger here, in Reality?
He stood shakily, grabbing his chest (lightly.)
Grahh. Doesn't matter. Please, Fists, advise me. What can I do?
As he waited, he shouted, "Damn it Siber, do whatever you're going to do already!"
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Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2008 11:12 pm
Legion weakened him, he's been recovering, the gauntlets replied simply. We can't do much about him but stall him for whatever plan the others have, but we're ideally suited for that task because we're durable.
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Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2008 11:17 pm
Joe nodded in understanding as the gauntlets spoke. He took a deep breath and shifted slightly, centering himself.
This is what I've trained for. All my life has lead me to this. I don't need to be angry to beat him. I need to stay clear, and remember what I can do...
He sighed faintly as he raised his arms. "All right. Let's try this again. Fists, you lead, please."
Joe darted forward, quicker than before. However, instead of attacking head-on, as before, as soon as Joe's foot tapped the ground, he flashed sideways, then struck Helmsborough from the side.
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Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2008 11:21 pm
"Well, my entire plan rests on him getting away from the house. I tried to make this clear. And I also made it clear to Helmsborough that if he didn't stop screwing around I was going to desecrate these ashes. And so, as promised..." He levitated a few dozen feet into the air, opened the box, and proceeded to ionize the ash, briefly making a plasma of it before letting the indistinguishable mass drift lazily down to the ground. Staying where he was, he shot beams of light from Centauri's eyes down at the dragon, maintaining altitude and waiting for Helmsborough. He also waved the book mockingly, opening it and pretending to read.
((And pirate day is over. How sad.))
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Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2008 11:56 pm
((I'm gonna be honest, my list-of-paths doesn't quite account for if you do that before you cut Helmsborough from Abaddon.
Good luck.))
Helmsborough twitched and was on top of Siber before Joe or Siber realized what had happened.
"Bad move!" he roared, wrapping his chains around Siber and launching them both against the ground, pressing Siber between barbed chains and more barbed chains.
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2008 12:29 am
((It seemed like one of my options for... affecting him.))
Siber laughed madly in a jeering cackle. "You silly, little man! I didn't even do that to you; you did! I warned you! I made a deal with you, and you broke your end!" He continued to giggle as the chains' pressure pushed through the armor and hit his shield. He could almost feel them even through that. The book was clenched tightly between his hands, along with the picture. "Aww, and now you're wrinkling her precious photo. You must have forgotten her completely! And what are you planning on doing to me, anyway? You think you're gonna crush me to death? It wouldn't be your wisest move ever." He was overcome by giggling, which made a weird echo in the armor. "Not that many of your moves have been that wise in the first place, you witless tool!"
The spear from before was coming back around and was aimed at John's throat.
Some part of Siber was falling away. Something that had kept him at least partially sane during earlier battles, and as it fell off, he could feel his chakras open up and his creativity flow more freely. There would be a cost he had never paid before in the end, he knew, but for now... he had so many different ways to get done what he needed to get done.
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2008 7:09 am
As the dragon magically warped himself from the house to within the group of Fyrin's soldiers and took a big bite, the victim of the bite (Vladimir, to be specific) managed to accomplish something as he was crushed and tossed. Before the bite, he pulled a pair of grenades, pulled the pins, and let the spoons fly away. By the time he was inside the dragon's mouth, they each had maybe two seconds left and he hurled them with all his might into the back of the dragon's throat. Then he was tossed, rather broken, onto the ground, and didn't move again. He didn't need any more damage brought to himself; he was lucky to still be alive at all.
The other men, meanwhile, made good time in getting away from the dragon, moving for other buildings or other locations they could find cover. They had made the mistake of splitting up, but they had little choice; there was a dragon between them.
Paul, meanwhile, had a crack-headed idea as he rapidly swapped magazines in the Athena rifle. Helmsborough's back was turned; he wasn't paying any attention whatsoever, and although he was very close, if Paul switched the rifle to single and fired off a few perfectly aimed rounds, just six of them...
He popped off his shots very carefully, rather sure (if not positive) that none of them would hit Siber but all of them would hit Helmsborough.
Paul:
Condition: Yellow (Bleeding: Mild)
Mana: 89%
Athena KR6: <42>/42/42/22/0/0 (Phase Ammo)
Glock 26: <12>/11/2/0 (Explosive Ammo)
Fyrin:
Mana: 82%
Shield: Yellow
Steven Johnson (One):
Mana: 71%
SCAR CQC: <14>/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/22 (Magnifying Ammo)
Five-seveN: <20>/20/20 (Magnifying Ammo)
Frags: 4 Flashbangs: 3 Smoke Grenades: 5 Incendiary: 3
George England(Two):
Mana: 70%
G36C: <18>/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/8 (Magnifying Ammo)
92FS: <15>/15/15 (Magnifying Ammo)
Frags: 5 Flashbangs: 4 Smoke Grenades: 3 Incendiary: 2
Vladimir(Three):
Mana: 58%
AK74U: <11>/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/4/0 (Magnifying Ammo)
1911: <8>/8/8/8 (Magnifying Ammo)
Frags: 2 Flashbangs: 5 Smoke Grenades: 4 Incendiary: 4
James Lowry(Four):
Mana: 60%
P90: <50>/50/50/50/50/50/50/44/0/0 (Magnifying Ammo)
USP .45: <12>/12/12 (Magnifying Ammo)
Frags: 3 Flashbangs: 3 Smoke Grenades: 3 Incendiary: 3
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2008 11:39 am
Helmsborough growled fiercely, like an animal almost, chains blocking as many bullets as possible, but missing three, of which one collapsed against his shield and two penetrated his limbs and organs. Siber kept moving the picture away from Helmsborough's grasp as the avatar reached for it, so he took the solution he'd used for Fyrin and Gennady, severing the arm through the shield with a blast of crimson light.
He took the picture and flung the armless Siber away by his chains, tossing the severed arm the other way, tucking the picture into his pocket and standing up. He turned to Joe.
"Now, where were we?"
Renard groaned as he exited the house and saw Siber lose his arm. Annoying, but he had protected the children in the freeway incident. He kinetically boosted himself to sweep up the arm and bring it to Siber.
"I assume you want this back?" Renard jested as he began to biomance Siber's limb back onto him.
--
The dragon leered as the grenades detonated against its heavily protected esophagus and stomach. "I breathe fire. You really think a little shrapnel inside me is going to do that much?" It began picking out its next target.
((Has nobody noticed that the dragon fared worst against Gennady's slash but was fine against his stab? I let him get those in before he got Abaddon'd for a reason. xd ))
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2008 11:46 am
((Gosh, it's as though you're trying to tell us something...
*HINTBLOODYHINT* ninja ))
Joe did the same move, this time slamming a punch into Helmsborough from the other side.
"Right about here," he said as he flashed backwards, away from the Avatar he had just struck. He landed next to Siber's arm, picked it up, then flitted forward to where Siber was.
"This is yours," Joe said as he put it on the ground. "Not that there's many severed arms laying around, but...whatever. Kinda busy."
Joe flashed forward and aimed a spinning backhand fist at Helmsborough's head, moving to the side so as to avoid an attack before his backhand hit.
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2008 11:53 am
((Oh, dang. Scales. Don't rub scaled things the wrong way, you'll hurt them... Now I have to cheap my character into that know-how.))
Fyrin came to a realization that he should have a long, long, long time ago. Gennady had slashed the dragon. The dragon had been irritated. Immediately, Fyrin slammed the link with Steven into overdrive.
Get close.
Slash! Stop trying to stab it! Get out your knife, make an ice knife, I don't care. Just hit it!
Steven replied, less than pleased.
He turned from his running path, threw his rifle's strap over his shoulder, grabbed the knife from his vest, and charged, holding the KaBar obliquely ((for those who don't know, that means the blade is downward in his hand.)). He jumped, clearing his feet perhaps five feet from the ground, grabbed at the dragon as he ran into it, and began slashing desperately, doing as much as he could. George and James, taking note of this highly irrational behavior, glanced to Fyrin, got nothing more than a feeling of confirmation, and started running again, mimicking Steven remarkably well.
Fyrin, meanwhile, focused on Vlad. His bones were crushed, especially his skull; Fyrin was surprised he wasn't chasing after a soul, but the soul seemed to have managed to stay in the bones. The many, many bone fragments. Much as they had in his own arm, they began to move towards each other, but more slowly now than in his.
Then, as though to speak of the devil, Fyrin's hand (cut off at the wrist), fully reassembled, burst from the house, running about like a little crab. It was clear from Fyrin's behavior that he was still in control of it, somehow. The remainder of his arm was nowhere to be seen; presumably, he had concentrated very, very hard on getting it specifically reassembled. The hand ran for the dragon, picking up clods of dirt that solidified into sharpened rock as it went.
Paul, meanwhile, decided that his theory was working. The fact that Joe appeared to be engaging Helmsborough meant nothing to Paul; there was no honor, only combat, and at the moment, everything told Paul to keep shooting. "Back to three-round!" he cried at Athena, who complied immediately, so that Paul could snap off another twelve rounds total.
Paul:
Condition: Yellow (Bleeding: Mild)
Mana: 89%
Athena KR6: <24>/42/42/22/0/0 (Phase Ammo)
Glock 26: <12>/11/2/0 (Explosive Ammo)
Fyrin:
Mana: 71%
Shield: Yellow
Steven Johnson (One):
Mana: 71%
SCAR CQC: <14>/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/22 (Magnifying Ammo)
Five-seveN: <20>/20/20 (Magnifying Ammo)
Frags: 4 Flashbangs: 3 Smoke Grenades: 5 Incendiary: 3
George England(Two):
Mana: 70%
G36C: <18>/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/8 (Magnifying Ammo)
92FS: <15>/15/15 (Magnifying Ammo)
Frags: 5 Flashbangs: 4 Smoke Grenades: 3 Incendiary: 2
Vladimir(Three): (Incapacitated)
Mana: 19%
AK74U: <11>/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/4/0 (Magnifying Ammo)
1911: <8>/8/8/8 (Magnifying Ammo)
Frags: 2 Flashbangs: 5 Smoke Grenades: 4 Incendiary: 4
James Lowry(Four):
Mana: 60%
P90: <50>/50/50/50/50/50/50/44/0/0 (Magnifying Ammo)
USP .45: <12>/12/12 (Magnifying Ammo)
Frags: 3 Flashbangs: 3 Smoke Grenades: 3 Incendiary: 3
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2008 12:27 pm
Joe jumped back after his attacks hit or were dodged, allowing the bullets to enter the space he left. As he landed, his head whipped back to the house.
"Oh damn."
Joe blasted as fast as he could, through the door and into the front hall. "Jacob!" he roared in his shifting voice. "Jacob! Let's get out of here!"
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