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 Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2006 4:08 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2006 5:02 pm
With cloud-covered twilight rapidly beginning to envelop the remnants of daylight, the shadows grew, and visiblity began to wane. The streaks of a red and gold sunset fire faded slowly, bright hues diminishing to pale lavenders and dusty grays. And soon, the all-encompassing night shrouded the the sky, the icy pinpoints of stars blanketed by the thick, dark clouds.
Beneath the darkness, a white form, hazy and indistinct, silently traversed the landscape. It was moving slowly, leisurely, though the careful casualness in it's step betrayed the underlying wariness. Upon closer inspection, one could see the unmistakable shape of a Helcat, it's cloaking obviously disengaged. It's legs were a faded grey, as though it had walked through the ashes of destruction so many times that it became a permanent mark, a symbol of the Zoid's, and the pilot's, violence and sin. And, in a way, it had.
The pilot gripped the controls with easy familiarity, his face no longer the mask of cheerfulness, but instead an almost nuetral expression. He was leaning forward only slightly, keeping his back of the seat of the cokpit. A line of ragged gouges could be seen through the thin material of the bloodstained shirt he wore. They were unbandaged, raw.
Amerin was not content. Yes, he'd passed on his information, and been given a new assignment, but he wanted more. He itched for a real battle, to let firey flames rise from the hollow shells of dying Zoids, blood running across twisted and smoking metal to seep into the ground, dyeing it a rusty crimson. He wanted the sun to rise and bath in the bloody glory of destruction, illuminating the shattered remains of soldiers and pilots, the air heavy with smoke and the ground scattered with debris. He wanted to fight, to injure and be injured in turn, to kill without remorse. A wry, malicious smile tugged at his lips. He'd find a way, oh yes.
The Helcat gave a low, uneasy rumble. Something was out there.
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2006 5:21 pm
The roar was quite loud, to say the least. Across the flat terrain, beneath the shade of bordering trees, lay a very sleek beast crafted of some of the finest metal. The zoid, large as it was compared to a few, was beyond most of the finest radar systems to be had. It was a stealth zoid, after all, and much more than he deserved.
Upon the very tip of the zoid's nose sat a rather pale creature clad in black and blue jeans. For such a proud and handsome beast, he was really not much to look at... Unless you liked to look at someone who looked as if they'd pulled themselves from one of those cheesy movies like 'Zombies in the Snow'. A pair of dark pink eyes observed the sun's last memento for the evening and, behind a pair of denim-clad knees, a frail smile beckoned itself to his pallid features. It was a great sight to end he and the Fox's first official day together.
The Shadow Fox's control system whirred not too far behind him, humming out its stationary status to him like a warm reassurance. Yes, the sky was indeed beautiful. Necrofarious had just tilted his head up to feel the day's dying warmth against his face when the roar rumbled itself across the plains. As if in acknowledgment, the radar system 'bip!'ed its exact location, though he wasn't there at the moment to see it.
The hair upon his neck bristled considerably. Neco drew his knees in tighter and rocked once. It'd been so peaceful outside, almost the only place he could be without twitching and squirming horribly. Luckily, he was on his medication, so there would be no greater symptoms of his nervousness than sweaty palms and jittery fingers. These he'd taken care of with bandages, which wrapped around both palms and sucked up all that moisture and still helped him keep his grip.
The man had a way of keeping his emotions off of his face, if anything. One would think he was a very hard kind of person from just observing his looks. Ash grey faces, pink eyes, and ankh tattoos didn't surface themselves often. And when similar came around, they were sure to get a few nervous looks, especially in shops. Sure, it was common for zoid pilots to have tattoos, but not many looked like they'd just resurfaced after living in a hole for several years. Only those freaky night-walkers looked like that; stereotypical as that was, it was true. His blank face and drooping eyes gave him the look of a very cold soul, but he'd rather people think that than know the truth. Those sort of people could usually earn some sort of respect.
The radar reminded him yet again and, with a sigh, Necrofarious hauled himself up and began to make his way along the Fox's golden snout, towards the harsh yellow 'eyes'. It was a great zoid, and far too ahead of him in quality, but for some odd reason it'd taken a liking to the reclusive young man, OCD and all. It rumbled its acknowledgment to him as he got close enough to its cockpit, giving a small shudder throughout its head that had him leaping into the cockpit. If he didn't know better, he'd think the zoid was teasing him.
The hatch shut and locked, and the radar 'bip!'ed another time. Two zoids in the vicinity, not counting his own. The com device hissed nearby, on and ready just in case. Necrofarious placed his hands on the controls, leaned forward, and waited for whatever the impending darkness might have to offer he and his partner.
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2006 5:46 pm
The Energy Liger had suddenly gone froze; its eyes flashed and its head lowered once more. The tip of its horn, looking as though it had been dipped in blood, nearly impaled the pilot upon its foot; anyone would be scared out of their mind after such an encounter. Mordecai didn't even twitch, nor pay the Liger a glance. A rumbling growl made the zoid quiver, and this time, it gently prodded the teenager with the fearsome weapon. Dark-hued eyes cast themselves upward, fixing momentarily on the ebony sky before settling upon the unrelenting glare of his partner. Did Mordecai even consider the zoid as a partner? No; a partner signified something like a friend. He had no friends, and the Liger would rip him in two if he had not suited its needs. But he did not dwell on trivial, meaningless thoughts; a much greater prospect had come. They were not alone.
In a swift motion, the Liger suddenly shot its head down, maw opening with a grinding sound. Teeth snapped next to his ear with a horrible sound of steel-on-steel, and Mordecai could smell the rank scent of blood, still clinging to those fangs. Yet the teen still did not flinch. The Energy Liger's message was clear; it was done with waiting. Limbs moved smoothly as he rose from its paw, and one lanky arm extended so his thin fingers could attempt to curl around the zoid's horn. The cockpit opened with a soft whoosh as air escaped into the night, finally free of the tainted sins that had been committed within. The zoid lifted its head just as the man grabbed on with his other hand, sliding down the horn until he was close enough to drop into the cockpit. The seat was soft, as though still new. Mordecai didn't weigh very much at all, and he certainly never roughed up the interior of his Liger.
Strapping himself in quickly, hands slid around the controls and urged the zoid forward. He could feel it straining underneath his fingertips, but he knew the Liger would obey him. It had the vicious strength of a predator, while he had the cunning mind to match. As each paw lifted, gears whirling, a massive imprint was left in place, the claws having sunk straight into the firm earth. The Liger was a heavy piece of machinery, after all. Tail swishing from side to side, Mordecai expertly piloted the zoid across the bare terrain; if he really wanted too, he could hide in the shadows and wait for the others to come to him. But Mordecai was not an ambush predator, nor was the Energy Liger. Both preferred to be seen, to allow the prey to make a pathetic attempt at running before it was destroyed.
Eyes gleaming, and with the notorious red shine that was visible through the Energy Liger's armor, it was obvious that they had no intention of being stealthy. The first thing that was apparent was the Helcat; it seemed to shine within the dark, only due to the pearly armor attached to it. The legs told a different story; dipped in grime or what not, they had faded to a dull grey. Gleaming eyes split the dark as well; golden they were, and Mordecai knew that they belonged to another zoid. A Shadow Fox, perhaps; it wasn't so dark yet that he couldn't see the outline of the thing. His com-link was off for the time being; he saw no reason to keep it on. Therefore, the silence was impending, for the Energy Liger had stopped to observe these adversaries. Then, though its pilot might say nothing, it threw back its head, bellowing a challenge that would have temporarily deafened any not inside of a zoid. The others may run, yes...but if Mordecai had deemed them worthy to battle, then their chance of escape was slim.
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2006 6:37 pm
The deafening bellow reverberated through the air like an ancient fury awakened, causing the Helcat to slow. A quick glance of it's radar showed two Zoids in the vicinity--one of which was rapidly approaching. Amerin raisen an eyebrow, a wry grin twisting his face. Well. Maybe he would get his fight. The Helcat dropped it's head and, turning to face the Zoid, rumbled again, bristling. Amerin patted the controls absently, then looked up, and found himself impressed, in something almost akin to awe.
The Zoid approaching was massive; midnight armor seemed to meld into the shadows, twining and enveloping the Zoid as it moved closer. Red eyes flashed with a feral, bloody light, and he could feel the Helcat's own battle lust growing. The Zoid before them looked like a Liger; it had the same feline look, but it was like nothing Amerin could place. It moved like true predator, graceful and lethal and merciless. A masterpiece of destruction.
Amerin seemed like he was channeling the Helcat's growing thrill; his grey eyes had gone cold and hard, his grip on the controls relaxed and easy. The Helcat it's self was ready, poised for battle. Amerin knew that, faced with this Liger, the both of them would hardly come out unscathed--they may not even come out at all--but that was what made the feeling all the more heady. He would not run, not when he thrived on violence, whether he inflicted it, or whether it was inflicted on him. This, this was what he lived for.
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2006 6:54 pm
It was coming, slowly and deliberately towards them. Necrofarious watched with a sort of primal wariness as it stopped and gave its battle cry. Time for him to leave now, it seemed. To his far left there was a Helcat also prowling its way along the terrain, but at the moment he wasn't concerned with it. That was a kitten compared to the lion... or the Liger, rather, that began its challenge. These pilots were all so cocky, he lamented to himself as he grasped the controls in front of him.
The fox lifted immediately at his command, upon strong and swift legs that might just spur him to safety if he needed it. However, he remained stationary and, as the Helcat made its appearance, he nudged the movement backward. The Fox almost seemed to groan in disappointment, but with another nudge it took a few steps back. Necrofarious flicked off the lights in its eyes and let everything go dim. He fingered the camouflage switch, but didn't flip it off yet. He was dark enough so that he shouldn't be seen unless the opponent was very close. Even then, they'd only catch the golden parts of it. The Helcat seemed all too willing to fight. Necrofarious wouldn't mind watching, but he had no intention of joining.
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2006 7:21 pm
A normal person might have smiled, pleased with the prospect of having a decent fight. The Helcat was tiny compared to the Liger, but good things came in small packages, or so the saying went. Unfortunately, Mordecai could never be 'normal' again, and was simply ready to crush the opposing zoid so that it could never function. Pilot included. As the Helcat turned to face him, the Liger stood motionless besides the tail that waved lazily back and forth. It wanted its violence now, and, knowing that it would get it, it had become slightly calmer. A ghostly, unseen voice rippled from the Liger's cockpit--the voice of the zoid itself. Or so a schitzo like Mordecai believed. We must...obliterate them. That is the only way...that we will continue to survive. By destroying the weak. We must. Survive. In response, the teen's hands tightened on the controls; the Liger did 'speak' to him often, but most of the time he simply dismissed its disembodied voice. This however, was a special case--one that he was inclined to agree.
The Shadow Fox had been forgotten; if it was still around, he'd deal with that next. But for now, indigo eyes were fixed only on the tiny feline. Without batting an eye, the teenager took a deep breath, then exhaled through the nose. Hands remained curled around the controls, until the perfect moment...now. He barely had to push forward; the Liger leapt with another booming roar. The Helcat was a good distance away, and that gave him plenty of time to reach almost 3/4's of the way to its top speed of 345 km/hr. Mordecai contained a firm grip on the controls, pressed back into the seat by the sheer pressure of such speed. Claws ripped into the earth as the Liger bounded along, gears whirling to make everything as smooth as possible.
Could the Helcat react in time? Mordecai really didn't care if it dodged the charge or not. A switch was flipped deftly with a thumb, and the Liger roared once more. He had activated the Energy Charger System. The claws on the two front feet began to gleam with the radiance spoken before, as well as the horn and tipped crest that jutted from the base of the skull backwards. Uncharged, all of these weapons did as nearly as much damage as a regular Strike Laser Claw; when charged with energy, the result was staggering. At least, the horn was; it could now strike with fifty percent more damage than before, while the claws simply boosted themselves to 'Strike Laser Claw' material. Mouth agape, the Liger pushed off the ground hard, soaring towards the cat with its forelegs extended. Could it move? Or had it managed to dart away when it spotted the massive black zoid racing towards it like a bat out of hell?
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2006 6:40 am
The Helcat crouched, tail lashing, as the massive black form began to charge. The claws and horns of the great beast had started to glow with an unholy light, slicing, searing away the darkness like one would slice through butter. The white Helcat remained still, even as the battle cry of his opponant rang sharply throught the air, and the ground trembled beneath the sheer size of the running zoid.
Wait for it.... Both pilot an Zoid watched, until the Energy Liger gathered itself and in one powerful, deadly leap, arced towards them, claws and horn outstreatched. The Helcat, with a deft twist, leapt to the side, and with a quick flick of a switch, vanished.
The cloaking was useful at night-- the slight blur that accompanied it was not as noticeable. But Amerin knew that the pilot of this creature would not be held off for long. It would find them both, ripping and shredding with those energy-laced claws, impaling the core of the Helcat with the blood-tipped horn. They'd best be fast.
The Helcat manuevered itself into position, aiming to get a shot at the hind legs of this metal terror. Behind and diagonal to the Liger, Amerin shifted, then fired. It wasn't the best angle, and his armamnets would hardly damage it--but given long enough, they might be able to hamstring a leg of the beast.
The Helcat's cloak flickered and died as a burst of fire erupted from the machine guns on the Helcat's chest. Gun n' run. The semiautomatic beam cannons also fired, both tageted at the Liger's back legs. Amerin stopped the barrage and let the cloak reestablish itself, then darted off again.
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2006 5:13 pm
The Helcat was indeed... interesting, but it was way out of its league here. Even one with limited knowledge on zoids like Neco could tell that. The Liger was a huge, thick-skinned kid that sat ahead of you in class but never payed attention to what the teacher was saying when they could be thinking of what kind of carnage they could cause between classes. The bullets were the spit-balls, shot through a pea-shooter by some bored classmate. It'd only be a matter of seconds before the kid got irritated, turned about, and smacked the other back to the stone-age. Or, as the situation was, the scrap-heap and a closed-casket funeral.
Necrofarious was all too willing to take this time of distraction to run away. If he started now, he'd make it to the nearest city by the time the Liger had managed to impale the cat along its horn. As if sensing the man's intentions, the fox tossed its head. C'mon! Live a little! Neco grumbled to himself, gripping the controls with the small amount of turbulence this caused. If they stayed much longer, he really would live.. just a little while longer.
He reached idly towards the com, leaning in towards it as he pressed the button that'd get the attention of the coms in the nearby area with a distinct sound. "Hello? This is the pilot of the Shadow Fox. Is the Helcat out there somewhere?" Sure, it could distract the other, but the cloaking device was on. Why did people insist on always turning off their coms anyways?
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2006 5:33 pm
Mordecai had realized that the strike would miss, for the cat had nimbly twisted itself out of harm's way. One might have been impressed that the pilot and zoid had stood firm as the Liger had barreled towards them; with this particular teen, it was impossible to tell if he even had an opinion on the matter. The cat had vanished, and the ebony zoid screamed its anger, having missed its prey. Oh yes, the Liger was a temperamental thing--when it wanted something, it wanted to do it hard, fast, and quickly. Mordecai remained stoic; this was just another part of the battle, and the Helcat couldn't hide forever behind its camouflage. If the Energy Liger went on a rampage and began to thrash about, the cat would be revealed, although it had to be close enough.
As the first of the cat's assault pattered violently against the zoid's hind legs, another scream of rage vibrated through the metal core, causing the entire machine to tremble. They had done little to no damage--but Mordecai wasn't taking chances. After all, the legs virtually had no armor. Machines guns sounded, and the man also caught a glimpse of beam cannons streaming through the sky. Another lever was jammed, and the Liger's wings flew open. Leaping into the air, it shot off just long enough to barely avoid the gunfire before snapping the devices shut and transforming the flight into a powerful run. Turning, the Liger charged in the last direction that the Helcat had been sighted while Mordecai searched for any sign of the hidden zoid.
The long, twin barreled-gun sitting idly on the Liger's left shoulder shuddered once before opening fire. The Double Pulsar Canon was nothing to sneeze at; the barrels took turns firing one at a time, and occasionally both at once. If this didn't hit, the Liger would resort to its other weapon; the giant machine-gun looking gun that rested near its right side. Forced to wait every two seconds or so to fire, Mordecai had slowed the Liger to a stand-still, searching for any sign of the Helcat between shots.
The sudden interruption from his com-link was ignored; he didn't even spare it a glance. He didn't talk to people, and therefore found no reason to even turn the thing on.
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2006 6:41 pm
The Liger's cry of rage made Amerin grin ferally. It was upset--it wanted them. And impatient Zoids made mistakes. Of course, this was no ordinary Zoid, and the Helcat pilot expected nothing less than excellence from that pair.
The Energy Liger's ability to fly surprised him, he had to admit. That it could get into the air was surprising enough, but to dodge even energy bolts was a feat nothing short of amazing. The small Zoid shuddered as it landed, dangerously close--they needed distance; the Helcat was not made for melee fighting. Amerin gunned it forward, and the Helcat respondeed eagerly; it was having fun.
A small shower of fire hailed from the enemy Zoid, but they were random, almost careless. It was seeking them out. One of the bolts, however, clipped the top of the Helcat's back, alarmingly close to the back-mounted guns. The force of the hit caused the light Zoid to rock slightly and the camoflage to shimmer, before reaffirming itself. Amerin frowned, slightly chastising. They needed to be more careful.
The com unit crackled to life with a hiss of static, then a voice that came over, laced with noise."Hello? This is the pilot of the Shadow Fox. Is the Helcat out there somewhere?" Amerin laughed.
"Ah, the noncombatant. Hello, Shadow Fox pilot! Helcat responding," he couldn't surpress a chuckle. "Beautiful night, isn't it? Care to join in?" Amerin's voice was jovial, unnervingly so, particularly in light of the situation. He was having far too much fun in this fight, the dangerous mix of instability and adrenalin coursing through him. He remained focused on his piloting, however--it wouldn't do to be caught unawares.
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2006 7:37 pm
Necrofarious jerked his head back in surprise at the invitation, his abnormally pink eyes widening ever so slightly. Beneath him, the fox seemed to shudder. Neco immediately glowered at it. Maybe it was his imagination, but the new zoid seemed to be laughing along with Amerin.
"I just wanted to ask you if you had some sort of death-wish..." Now his voice was a slow and dark one, the kind of voice you hoped didn't flow from your phone after some particularly heavy breathing. Maybe that was because he muttered so submissively when he talked, and it muddled his real voice noticeably. The Helcat's pilot sounded familiar, Neco mused. "You've already jumped in front of death once today. Do you pleasure yourself in dancing with it? Is.. pain your pleasure?"
It was an honest question, but it was sure to come out wrong. What an odd way of speaking he had! Well, he had been taken in by a traditionalist of sorts. There was a pause for a moment, before the fox padded its way forth into the open terrain.
"Two against one is hardly a fair fight, but... I'll cover you. Run away, while you still can." He was nervous, but the fox spurred forward as if nothing at all was amiss. His voice was almost pleading, because the other sounded as if he thought this was just a battle among friends. Which it wasn't. His motives were not clear at the moment, but Neco obviously wanted to keep this poor, sacrificial fool alive.
The fox had picked up its speed and now it darted forth from its shelter, a vision of onyx and gold seeking a diagonal path to bring up the Liger's rear. However, as it moved by, Neco swiveled the Vulcan and fired a few times, aiming for the offending weapon trying to demolish the Helcat. Now, the Vulcan was nothing to spit at either, but it wasn't all that accurate. The brunette just aimed, fired, and hoped to hell it swayed the path of fire or something.
"When it comes for me... try crippling it." He suddenly said, his tone almost reluctant. The fox's jaws parted and allowed it to cry out what seemed almost like laughter. Too bad the pilot didn't share its enthusiasm.
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2006 8:03 pm
In the beginning, when Mordecai had first began piloting the Liger, many zoids had managed to escape them. The Liger had been brash, ruthless, and refusing to do what its pilot had instructed. Because of that, zoids had managed to outwit it and make their escape. Frustrated, yet unable to do anything, the Liger had been forced to rely on the teenager in order to get what it desired most. Violence.
As the Helcat momentarily shimmered into view, indigo eyes locked on, beginning to track and predict where it would go. He could see it--barely, and it would make aiming difficult. With the Double Pulsar Canon, anyway. Before he could initiate gunfire with the Charged Sledgehamer Hiblit, however, the Shadow Fox unexpectedly darted out from the cover of trees. Sensing a challenge, the Energy Liger tossed its head and roared loudly, the bloodlust gleaming within its crimson gaze. Mordecai was still focused on the Helcat; he'd deal with the Fox in a minute. Suddenly the Energy Liger shook; bullets were slamming into the Arcanite armor just above the weapon on its left side. Lucky--simply lucky. The Energy Liger roared once again, and took off at the Fox, but was brought to a sudden, screeching halt.
Mordecai wanted the Helcat first. The Liger was obviously resisting this, shaking its massive body and letting out another scream to resound heavily in the night sky. The pilot thought things over for a moment, then decided to go. The controls were pushed gently, and the zoid eagerly shot in the direction of the Shadow Fox, looping around so that the Helcat would have to attack it head on in order to do damage. The Hiblit locked on to the Fox, opening fire. If they hit, then the enemy wouldn't be able to use its smoke or cloaking abilities. And Mordecai knew how to wield these weapons to their full potential.
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2006 10:58 am
When Amerin had accepted this battle, he'd known what he was getting into--certain injury and and quite possibly death. But that was exactly why he had engaged it. And this Shadow Fox pilot thought he should run? He shook his head. The desire to turn on this new pilot, to allow the Helcat to inflict as much damage as it could was strong, but Amerin reined it in, instead opting for a warning.
"If you value your life, it's would be wise to get away while you still can. This Zoid will not allow both of us to escape." his voice was factual, precise. He spoke the truth. An amused smile crept onto his face, and he laughed again, and said theatrically, "I dance with death for the glory in destruction. There is only a fine line between pain and pleasure, and it is often blurred."
But the Shadow Fox was already attacking the Liger, which bellowed it's rage. The midnight-colored beast swayed for a moment, the pilot and Zoid clearly at odds, before it turned and rushed at the Fox, Hiblit blazing. The Helcat growled now, tossing it's head in irritation as it tried to maneuver to an ideal position. The Beam Cannons on it's back swiveled and fired, in a blatant attempt to regain the Liger's attention, the cloaking falling again. The Helcat rumbled it's own challenge in response--if the Shadow Fox did not escape now, with whatever damage it might of received, there was a very good chance that it might not escape at all.
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2006 6:31 pm
'For the glory of destruction.'
Ah, one of those types. Neco scowled softly, wrenching the controls to the in a slightly circular motion just as the Liger began to roar and turn. Did it really think he'd be staying in one place after shooting? At best, the Hiblit shells would trail just after the fox's ankles, exploding with armor-shattering force against the flat land. If he got hit - or even chipped for that matter- he was done for, but for now he was safe as he began to circle around the E. Liger.
Sure, Amerin could turn around and stab him in the back when he was only trying to help, but it'd be the last mistake he ever made. The fox's pilot had his senses on overdrive now, and -simply speaking- he would do whatever it took to survive. All that timid nature and all that nervous twitching... peeled off to pure, raw instinct. Who knows what would happen should he feel threatened by the Helcat. Thankfully, Amerin was smart enough to hold off such a move and keep his opponent count down to one.
"I wouldn't exactly say that I value it..." Necrofarious called to the air, allowing the com to pick it up and transmit it to the Helcat. "I hope you can fight in smoke, Helcat. If it's all the same to you, I'd rather have it bumble about trying to find us than firing off sho-ots!"
The fox was suddenly propelled forward by the aftermath of the last Hiblit shell, threatening to careen head-over-heels. Neco slammed on the leg anchors in the hind legs, stabilizing the fox but not quite stopping it. They were immediately jerked off and the fox began to gain speed again, though this time it had began to billow smoke that trailed regally over its shoulders like some demented cloak. Those pink eyes kept an eye on the Liger, the Vulcan swiveling again towards the beast. Aim... fire! The vulcan could only afford to make three shots before he got rattled again, all heading for the larger zoid's ankles. It was only a medium-sized zoid after all, the Shadow Fox, Neco would have to aim higher if he wanted much better. Higher shots would surely slow him down more, and he couldn't afford that. The fox gave it's high cry as well as an arrogant little toss of its head. Made one want to smash it all the more, but at least it was on edge.
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