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[color=a187be]Level 8 - EXP 30/80[/color]
The Midnight Walk - Spire 04
[b]Word Count:[/b]1723 +3EXP [/center]
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Ramattra sighed once the Shieldrixes became more docile at his and Edward’s efforts to attach them to the stagecoach. With the team of fusion-creatures now at the head of the vehicle, and being the effective muscle of transporting the Seeker’s base of operations, they moseyed into the Space Center with the Stagecoach in tow. Their new ally was quite the chipper one, seemingly showing some routine to the trio’s dynamic. Though the accent on her made him question if the United Kingdom existed in her universe, especially after learning the contents of the Legacy with the rest of the group. He exchanged no sympathy, unlike the trio; Ramattra was ostracized from his society for what was evidently the norm here.

The Omnic looked over at the creations afterwards with a sense of curiosity; the Reindrixes from before were obviously similar to regular reindeer from his world, but he still had a lot to learn about the magical and bio-mechanical oddities from other worlds. Touching the smoothed head of one of the Shieldrix, it would bray a mixed cry of two monsters at once, surely an outcast from either of the worlds it hailed from. Omnics had a natural curiosity about animals, and with the bitter taste towards humans temporarily logged in the back of Ramattra’s mind to focus on the mission ahead, his steel hands were removed from the faceplate of the beast. “I really do hope this doesn’t hurt you. I’m sure the land you came from was beautiful.” He had hoped their hardened heads would provide some more defense in the case Belial returned.

Before they attempted to infiltrate the Spire’s security, Ramattra would step to the side to discuss with Sandaphlon his interest in accompanying her to the top of the elevator. For a moment, the Omnic didn’t think much about Sandaphon’s recruitments, but began to grow concerned that none of the tankier Seekers were accompanying the four. With a gentle sigh, he explained, “I would like to tag around. No point in leaving all the muscle back with the Stagecoach. I am willing to figure out my own way to the rest of the group.” 

Natiyba began to emerge from every corner once Lily started breaching the Spire’s defenses, expected, though the number that began to reveal themself was worrying to the Omnic. Was this going to be an elimination or a stakeout until the elevator is operational again?

Ramattra, while not wanting to sound like a coward in the situation, was at an extreme disadvantage. With the risk of clearing biomass possibly resulting in more Natiybas being alerted to their position, Ramattra (and possibly Blazermate) might as well have been walking into the world's largest metaphorical crow nest while clearing into each of the next sectors, and their metal chassis would make quite a good decorative piece for any Naytiba to try and crawl into. Given the possibility that this part of the process could take longer than the technical side, Ramattra didn’t want to risk the swarms of Natiyba overwhelming him specifically, despite them now seemingly only taking human shapes. “I don’t mean to reduce our numbers any, but the risk of my becoming possessed even if I am still living is not something I wish to take. I advise anyone else with a chassis to protect to do the same.”

Though he did not plan to make himself useless, Ramattra knew that the deployed ospreys and moas would not pose much threat, being weaker enemies, but he could see their numbers and scattered spore and gas flinging behaviors becoming a hazard to their flying and less mobile teammates. “I shall take on a temporary offense on a less risky threat. I will be nearby disposing of those sentry-like creatures”  He took it upon himself to act as a dam between their additional forces and the rest of the Seekers, who pushed past the barriers of Natiyba. He was particularly glad to see their other muscle, Ganondorf, making haste with the rest of the team to clear the gunk that blocked them from the next sector. 

“Leave the stragglers to me. Our support will need them to be taken care of.” The Omnic looked at the odd green glow of the hefty Buckler in his off hand. Wielding it while outside of Nemesis form would be impossible, but Ramattra knew his strengths were in muscle and strategy, and having more combat tactics and tricks in this world was seen as essential to Ramattra.

With his back to the team, and the aggravated swarm now attacking, Ramattra covered the area near the elevator. While his allies began to fell Skulling targets, the Omnic would wield his staff to fire at the Ospereys, which tried their hardest to drive their fleshy exterior into the Omnic’s body, leaving a vile trail of toxic gas that would prove more harmful to his breathing teammates. The Ospereys would quickly begin to seize any debris or dead body that lay previously, picking them into the air before beginning to throw the mass of flesh at the relatively stationary Omnic, along with his teammates.

With a deep robotic breath, Ramattra would try his hardest to focus his fire of Nanites onto the flying units. They were relatively weak, really only taking a couple of seconds of fire before being felled. They would explode into a mutated mess of viscera and machine before their remains would eventually fade away. He managed to snipe down a couple and manage to block a couple of extra projectiles being fired by the swarm of Ospereys. Ramattra would also try his best to collect as many of their spirits for resource gathering, since there was no other 

The next immediate threat was the Natiyba sentryborgs, which provided basic anti-air and basic enemy spray. With a good portion of the fliers temporarily staved off, Ramattra could now focus on destroying them, their gunfire growing rather old to the monk, and with their relative size not being much larger than his crushing grip in Nemesis form, the Omnic would find it easy to crush them. Unfortunately for him, the only way to get closer… was to get closer, and with no other designated Tanks amongst White Team, it would be illogical to drop the only barrier protecting the working group to protect himself from some enemies.

Lucky for him, though, the Enchanted Buckler seemed to be the right weapon for this situation. Based on its general description from the Armory, it seemed to just absorb any kinetic impact, which, to Ramattra’s knowledge, would allow him to absorb at least a couple of seconds' worth of fire while rushing them. He sighed, hoping that he wasn’t about to thoughtlessly engage enemies. 

With a familiar chime, the Omnic’s frame would change, converting him into Nemesis mode as he was now able to hold the large buckler up with ease, especially after injecting his biceps with Alchemist Cocktail, which, along with an unusual burst of adrenaline, also increased his general attack power. One by one, the bullets began to magically empower the green buckler on Ramattra’s fist, allowing him to marsh through the bullets with minimal scathes, though impossible to escape with none.

He began to thrash borgs to scrap like a prosecutor with a gavel, eliminating the threats with his fists of justice, before remembering that they did have melee self-defense as well, and would stab at the Omnic’s core with their spindly tails, Ramattra dodging away just by the metal off his chassis. He managed to clear quite a large amount during his cocktail rage, but unfortunately, that didn’t stop the threats from pushing. “How much longer here?” He tried his best to sound like he wasn’t rushing them, but with how many threats continued coming in, there was no telling how long they had left before they would be overwhelmed.