Moe has the qualities of being young enough that the war starters would have graduated by the time she starts to consider her future, being low levelled enough that it doesn't make sense for her to be in any position of power in her Guid, and being detached enough that the war just looks like a big fight to her.
And while you can imagine that she doesn't give a fuck, it's not like Blue Nova pointed out stuff like "shit, why you fighting me if we're on the same side?"
Regardless though, I was never planning on having Moe kill Blue Nova.
There it was, his instant movement ability that made any attempt to kite trivial!
Right as she recovered, Blue Nova was in her face again, the larger avatar’s hand grabbing onto her collar, movements slowed by the effect of her shots. So it wasn’t teleportation? Even better! Grinning at the close quarters situation she found herself in once more, the purple-haired avatar unloaded another salvo into his chest at point blank, before grabbing his arm as well. Stepping in, she pressed her right foot against his right hip and stepped up. Airborne, the ranger’s left leg swept over Blue Nova’s head, hooking around his neck, before both knees squeezed, locking that arm in place. No doubt, the smarter decision would have been for her to just unleash a full attack and inflict even more debuffs upon her foe, but…
He was neither a speedster nor a mage! He was a brawling fist dude, and that meant he didn’t deserve it!
Mauve Night’s armlock tightened, as she prepared for the next transition. @Lord of Evil
Hm, couple of questions for @KoL before muh next paste.
1. Does activating Star's Protection count as one Action?
2. Would Star's Protection negate the effects of Mauve Night's slows? Would the slows still apply to Blue Nova? Or would Star's Protection be 'slowed', in that it's cooldown is increased and there's a delay for activation and deactivation, while Blue Nova himself is uneffected?
Offensive Support was certainly doing work on an individual basis, decimating even more canines, but as Brent watched from a safe distance, his Overclock on the scope finally dissipating, all the arbiter could see was his teammates getting into each other’s ways constantly. Hazel getting knocked out of the sky by Angelic’s scream, Emma’s tulpa getting swatted by Grant’s chunks of dirt, Siena basically…
“SHIT.”
The scope locked back onto the desert eagle, Brent ensuring the safety was switched off as he held the hand cannon in both hands. Amethyst eyes aligned with the scope as silver veins traced down his arms into the weapon, reassembling the weapon into something that gleamed white, neon purple lines tracing down the side. ‘N0 NAME’ was engraved on the side of the barrel, and looking down through the scope, Brent centered the red dot of the scope onto the clockwork canine that was much too close to mauling her.
The bullet would definitely land where the red dot was, but he didn’t have a good enough angle. It’d end up punching through its head and shooting Siena as well, and he couldn’t risk that. His finger pressed against the side of the warm gun, flesh white as breath hissed between clenched teeth. He couldn’t do anything to giant centipedes or fast moving canines or spiders, but at the very least…
A chorus of shouts drove the clockwork canine back, Angelic’s sonic blasts being more than enough to knock the mangled dog away, and as it laid there, Brent aligned the targeting display and fired. With nary a sound, a purple beam crossed a distance of 200 meters in less than a second, aimed to pierce through the skull of the clockwork monster. It may have been overkill, but ensuring things were dead was his job. Immediately afterwards, he lowered his gun and brought out the phone once more, scanning over the rapidly developing battlefield.
The spiders had finally launched their attack, a skywards net-dropping maneuver that prompted Hazel to pull everyone else close to her while another one of her ‘hands’ formed a roof. Emma was once again pulling out her squad of monsters, issuing orders. Grant seemed to have given up on all smart thinking and just continued on with tossing chunks of dirt, but if nothing else, it was working.
They would be fine.
They would be fine?
Even Experimental Unit A wasn’t fine. After all, now that they were all grouped up, wasn’t it an ideal scenario for the centipedes?
“Hazel!” Brent shouted into the phone, “Lift everyone up! The centipedes are going to surround and crush you!”
The x-mark’s anti-matter ability was powerful, but considering how a sonic blast was enough to destabilize it, how much protective power would it provide against those massive metal worms, constructed from the magic of a subnatural that was singlehandedly taking on all of them? Should he go for another Overclock? Try to increase destructive force this time?
He suppressed that urge. If Hazel could react in time, if Emma could slow down the horde in time, they would still be fine. The rumbling of the giant clockworks could be heard coming closer, alongside Gregory’s warning, but at five stories up, behind a grill, Brent remained where he was.
He needed to calm down. He already fumbled with his directions to Gregory. He may have just wasted a bullet and made himself known to the enemy. His directions, his orders, may not even be making full use of Hazel’s own offensive potential, as he was more or less relegating an x-mark to a supportive task.
Brent let out a breath.
He calmed down.
“Copy that, Grego. Siena, are you alright?”
Desert Eagle + Scope: 2ish minutes First - Accuracy
Oh! So the spiky-haired berserker also had the trait of ‘improvised weapons user’! Was he an abusive boyfriend or an angry drunk in real life as well, or was he just table-flipping in DGO because the stress of being in a top-tier academy was too much for him to simply repress. “So salty!” Mauve Night shouted back, watching his own form approach from the shadow of the concrete mass. “Guess that’s why no one wants to party with you!”
Diving pre-emptively to one side, Mauve Night attained an angle where his cover could no longer protect him as her gun flashed out once again. Another flurry of bullets spiralled through the air towards Blue Nova, but the purple-haired avatar didn’t have time to admire her shots. Her dive transitioned into an awkward roll, before she managed to spring up onto her feet again.
Martial Arts training, sadly, didn’t apply too well to Max Payne maneuvers. @Lord of Evil
@Lord of Evil Did a bit of puppeting regarding Blue Nova in my post. Mainly assumed that he had a follow up in case his one pawnch missed, and that he wouldn't be dropping his abilities within the first five seconds of their date. If you want to veto that, I'll edit.
“Five seconds,” Mauve Night repeated, purple twintails swaying from side to side. “Feel free to psych yourself all you have to before then, porcupine boy!”
Raising up her hand, all fingers splayed out, the Level 3 Ranger flashed her teeth in a way that could either be a smile or a snarl. “Fi-”
Blue Nova rushed in, the Berserker’s agility stats being put to work as the distance was closed.
“-ve.”
A powerful haymaker rushed in, one that would have been debilitating in real life and would no doubt hurt like a bitch if it landed. But there was too much of a windup, too much of a telegraph, and Mauve Night’s thumb bent inwards, the ‘five’ becoming a ‘four’ as she stepped in, ducking under Blue Nova’s swing. Side-by-side, the Ranger pivoted on her front foot, turning to face the Berserker as her index finger crooked. The second blow was evaded as well, a backstep to barely get out of range of the backhanded slap before she closed the distance once more. The close proximity made that dashing ability pointless as a gap-closer, and while it was mildly uncomfortable…
Mauve Night’s grin widened, finally feeling something other than irritation.
…it was the danger that made this fun.
Flipping backwards, she sprung on one hand before landing three meters away, her ring finger pressed against her thumb. “Finished warming up?” the gunslinger said, “Feel free to start pulling out your special moves now. I’ll begin reciprocating as well, ok?”
Her pinky folded, left hand clenching into a fist. Like a cowboy from an old-time western, Mauve Night shot from the hip, spraying six bullets into the general area of Blue Nova, unconcerned about whether or not they would actually hit.
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