[center][h3][color=0072bc]Blazermate[/color] and [color=92278f]Queen Sectonia[/color][/h3]

Level 6 Blazermate - (57/60) +3
Level 3 Sectonia - (6/30) +3
LoA - Spiral Mountain
Word Count: 1470
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Blazermate, by her attack, was far more used to using this technique against medabots than other organics. While it did devastating damage to anything living, apparently Medabots and non medabots dealt with this differently. In her world, Medaforce attacks couldn’t miss, but it was always used against other Medabots so maybe these organic snipers needed actual better aim so they couldn’t just ‘dodge’ it. And she paid for this error by being turned into a trophy, (although temporarily thanks to Cadet hiding very nearby her choice of cover), due to the weakness that followed using a Medaforce attack.

Sectonia meanwhile, figured she was being stealthy. Although stealth wasn’t her style, she was far more used to just smiting her foes, but she didn’t really have any way of dealing with long range, one shot monsters just yet. However, her stealth, on her part due to being unskilled, and on the sniper’s part due to having someone who could hear her wings and strong enough to blow apart an entire tower in one blow, revealed her to the other snipers. 

This did surprise her, but she wasn’t just going to stand still and get shot. Having covered enough distance to be within reasonable blink range. After a quick bit of surprise, she began her approach, rapidly blinking towards the sniper tower and dodging their shots, her voice coming from the afterimages of herself she left as she blinked randomly, approaching the tower. A mix of the optical illusions caused by her rapid blinks and her laugh essentially coming from each after image was being used in succession to mess up any sniper, even the big blind giant, so she could approach. Once at the tower, she blinked a few times, making it seem like she was finding an angle of attack. Finding one, she blinked behind the weakest looking one, the old man and slashed at him with her swords. Her blades cleaved through the air toward the elder’s unprotected back, the End not having moved an inch. How could he, given her speed? In a few blinks of an eye the Queen appeared, and in another the marksman’s life would end.

Instead a flash of steel cut across, ringing against Sectonia’s swords with force. “Hyaa!” The boy in blue moved quickly, and far more strongly than his size compared to her might suggest. Without even considering the possibility of a counterattack, Sectonia hadn’t braced for a clash, allowing Link to throw her off with a mighty push. With his bow on his back and a sturdy-looking steel sword in his hand, he took a step forward and thrust at Sectonia’s head.

While she wasn’t really expecting this young boy to be as strong as he was, nor as agile, Sectonia wasn’t a slouch when it came to sword fighting even if she preferred to use her magic combined with her swords and parried the boy’s strike at her head, deflecting it towards her non existent arm. This led to a rather short, but entertaining exchange between the bee queen and the hero of the wild as they rapidly slashed and parried each other. However, while Sectonia had two swords and the range, Link was a far, far better swordsman and got a few slashes off on the bee queen’s lower half, forcing her to retreat. 

Just as she swerved backward out of melee range in order to disengage, however, a projectile hit her square in the upper back, a shout of “Jarate!” coming from Mundy, the sniper. It shattered in a hail of glass, and a splash of lukewarm yellow liquid soaked Sectonia through. Sectonia wasn’t fully aware of this until she had blinked back, hiding behind the giant sniper, at least, until she started to smell the substance that had hit her. 

Now, in Mundy’s world, this Jarate technique is a form of martial arts that involves throwing your own urine at people to make them just regret life and greatly demoralize them. This wasn’t his world though, and while Sectonia took a second to process what he hit her with, when she figured it out, the giant sniper could hear the rage pounding through her form, her hands shaking in pure anger. How DARE that, that, ugly outdoorsman attempt to sully her beautiful form with his… Sectonia was too furious to even finish that thought.  Instead she zoomed forward in a wrathful buzz, her sword outstretched to impale the bastard straight through the heart. [i]Whack![/i] Confounded, she looked down to find her would-be prey’s back turned, and her sword stuck in some sort of wooden contraption he was wearing. “WHAT!?” As she watched it broke apart and released a burst of electricity, but before she got the chance to feel it a giant hand wheeled around out of nowhere and slapped Sectonia straight into next week. She hurtled away from the top of the tower at comical speed, an unintelligible cry of rage bidding the snipers’ nest farewell.

The queen sailed through the air, her anger very clear on her stunned face as she whizzed through Spiral Mountain, being smacked towards the lone house and crashing through it. Inside the house, [url=https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/banjokazooie/images/e/e0/Log.png/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/340?cb=20100703065113] stood a figure with a monitor [/url] Well, more floated really, in front of a computer setup making his next game. He was completely unaware of the goings on outside, the house being fairly good at blocking out sounds and sights from outside. At least, until a large bee queen came crashing through the wall, knocking over Kazooie’s sleeping stand, bouncing off the bed and crashing into a nearby wall. 

The living CRT monitor stared at the giant bug listlessly. “Well, well, well, a new player has joined. And...hmm.” Its screen flickered, as if running a scan. “Not counting cameos, a one-hit wonder. How thrilling. Well, I’m not in business anymore, so don’t bother asking for a sequel.” It glanced for a moment at the living computer mouse that approached Sectonia to sniff her. “...And I don’t have a towel, either.” Sectonia didn’t hear much of what the Lord of Games was saying, as a comibination of the trauma and her unbridled anger had her momentarily incapacitated.  “Oh well.”

Blazermate, having been pulled behind cover and revived by Ace Cadet, shook her head to clear her senses. [color=0072bc]“OK, that was weird.”[/color] Blazermate said. So apparently her Medaforce beam wasn’t of much use here, and Ubercharge wouldn’t last nearly that long for anyone to get up there. Although Cadet did give her an idea, if she couldn’t heal, she could be on the recovery side of stuff. And Ubercharge would give enough time for that if a big hitter went down. But she’d need to generate charge, and people didn’t get hurt here. Peach looked just as put out as Blazermate, with the perceived uselessness in this situation. A twitch from her suffering arm gave her an idea though.

[color=0072bc]“Peach, Cadet, I think my Ubercharge could potentially make people immune to these shots, or it should, but I need to generate charge and I do that by healing injuries. But these shots don’t hurt people, so.... Can I injure you and heal you up to generate charge? I can tell how much damage I’m doing to you, so you're not in danger, but… well… seeing how easily defended those snipers seem to be from us down here…”[/color] Blazermate said, stating her plan to the two. As long as they remained behind cover, hopefully they could build an ubercharge in ‘safety’, which Blazermate could use to recover those who fell that weren’t so easily gotten to.

Peach treated Blazermate to an incredulous look, but she took a deep breath. “Well, it’s not like I have any other plans. No pain, no gain, right? Hoo...okay, hit me.” Blazermate nodded, and hit the princess fairly lightly, but harmfully at first to get a gauge of how durable she was. She kept her medibeam on her the whole time while she progressively hit harder and harder, but in spots that didn’t look brutal or anything, just hits in the arms or side that caused her enough harm that she didn’t outpace or underpace Blazermate’s rate of healing. At first Blazermate looked concerned with what she was doing, but soon that went away as her suffering arm thoroughly enjoyed what was going on, Blazermate at one point needing to hold a few hits as the arm was getting very bloodthirsty and attempting to do much more critical hits with claws outstretched. Either way, to the outside observer, it just looked like Blazermate was playing a game of punchies with Peach, although Peach didn’t punch back. [color=0072bc]”Man, this is so awkward, there has to be a better way to do this.”[/color] Blazermate said, almost bored of the whole situation as her Medaforce climbed.