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Saanga grimaced as he felt multiple bullets pinging off his armor, taking small chunks of it with them. He had no choice but to leave the front of his armor half done in order to instead focus on the back enough to heal the larger bullet but he didn't care about the smaller chips for now. He'd leave those alone and instead have the rest of his focus on creating a circular shield out of the material from his palms, resulting in a 3 foot radius with a place to grasp it in the middle with room for both hands as they grasped on. He slowed down his pace during all of this to intentionally allow the mech to gain on him, and then once the shield was complete in three seconds time and the mech fired his larger weapon again, he'd leave the damage to his back as is and swirl around and rush back to the mech as fast as he could, holding the shield up to protect him from the bullets where his chest armor couldn't.

He'd have three seconds until he'd worry about the larger gun again so could easily withstand the small arms fire long enough for him to close the 100 feet or so between them in a little over three seconds. His shield would get hit once by that weapon but it should be able to hold one of those shots. If he managed to reach the mech as planned then he'd go all Captain America on it and smash at joints he could reach with the edge of the shield, hopefully disabling it and bringing it down to his level where he could begin smashing other things.

...hopefully the mech wouldn't simply overpower him once he reached it...
I've been busy.

I'm working on the post now
"Sand. Why'd it have to be sand?" Rez remarked dully to himself, brushing the sand off of his robotic legs and boots before slipping them back on. It wasn't just an annoyance if too much sand was able to enter the various nooks and crannies, although he probably didn't have to worry too much. Even if it lowered his efficiency by 50%, which it certainly wouldn't even in the worst case scenario, he'd still be able to slaughter the native inhabitants of earth easily enough, judging from the glimpse he had gotten fighting some turban wearing individuals earlier. Perhaps they were just untrained novices because he'd feel far more threatened fighting a group of children from his own planet. Hardly a good warm-up and a waste of two clips of pistol ammo. There were likely more of them around who could get in his way again pretty soon, but not before he could approach the abandoned town that his actual targets were hiding. Hopefully they were at least worth the time and ammo that he'd spend here.

Technically it would be worth it anyways, given the large pay check he had gotten from some mysterious guy to carry out this mission. Still, it would be slightly annoying that he could be wasting his talents on this backwater planet if even this supposed elite team turned out to be pushovers. If that were the case than whoever hired him didn't take him too seriously. Maybe he'd have to correct that.

Just as he was making his first steps into the town, out of the corner of his eye he saw the same group of turban wearers approaching from a distance at his right, and they didn't approve of his previous antics judging by the bloodlust they showed, waving their guns around and screaming. He suppose he had to admire their tenacity, if nothing else.

He turned his attention back to the village, carefully moving down the allyway towards an area he expected his targets to be, his heavy machinegun held at the ready.
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Alright, thanks for clearing it up. Now i'll make sure you'll regret doing so and demonstrate the endangering power of the main gauche!


She's never fought a gauche. Teach us both a lesson.
To make it seem more like a fair fight against him, maybe a bunch of soldiers are sent in to reinforce your team.
Name: Rez
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance: He has dark skin and a muscular body, standing at 6'11''. His hair is most often buzz cut. The bottom half of his body, up to his hips, are robotic, as well as robotic plating over his spinal cord ending at the nape of his neck.

Personality: He often means business but is not uptight about it, letting people have their fun and having the last laugh in the end when he comes out on top. He does joke around a little bit when the mood strikes him, often very dry or dark. He's mainly out for himself.

Abilities

Physical Abilities- Thanks to his robot legs he can run at speeds of 65 miles per hour for extended periods without tiring. He can lift around a ton.

Nanomachine Healing- Thanks to nanomachines flowing throughout his body, his moderate to minor wounds can heal within minutes, electrical impulses to jumpstart his heart if that remains an option, and fighting off toxins/viruses/etc.

Combat Training- He has military training and real world experience that makes him well versed in such matters. He can fight hand to hand, with knifes, or most types of guns on an advanced level, only loosing in terms of raw skill to people who specialize in a certain aspect. His favorite weapon is the heavy machinegun.

Powers

Energy Stimulation- Nanomachines stimulate his body to create the energy needed for magical powers due to him no longer able to do so himself. It's a barely controllable reaction, his entire body (excluding robotic parts) either lighting on fire or crackling with electricity as the energy is brought out, a process with takes three seconds to reach it's peak. At that point he has five seconds to send it off or else it will begin to cause agonizing pain and damage, although can already do so to others should they touch his body. Once off of his body, the chosen element will travel at around 3,000 miles per hour for his electricity of 40 miles per hour for his fire, either one going out after traveling 50 feet, breaking apart very quickly in either case, sort of like a shotgun blast.

If you consider him having 100 points to put into this, his electricity would take 30 points each blast and his fire would take 20. If he goes much overboard than he'd suffer a lot of pain and debilitating injuries, just like if he'd keep it stimulated for too long. He must also wait at least 30 seconds between each stimulation for the same reason. He can suicide himself by stimulating all 100 imaginary points at once to unleash a massive burst of electricity and fire in all directions around his body.

Equipment

Armor: He wears typical gear a soldier armed to the teeth would, of course complete with bulletproof vest able to withstand smaller caliber bullets like from pistols for an extended period of time, even taking at least a couple shots from powerful snipers to penetrate. His helmet is just as well defended and has a screen that can extend down and shield his eyes from sudden bright lights as well as give him different methods of night vision (usually but not always thermal) and can track object's velocities to pinpoint where attacks might be coming from.

Weapons: A heavy 50 caliber machinegun that can still be wielded while on the move is his favorite weapon. It has 30 round clips that fire 5 rounds a second, firing automatic or semi-auto. He also has two pistols similar to desert eagles in capability, although he doesn't commonly use them both at once, being more for backup purposes.

Ammo: Enough to reload his weapons three times over can be found on various straps, pockets, and backpack.

Other: Pills he has to take once a day to keep his body from breaking down under the stress put on his system.

Bio

He was a soldier who underwent nanomachine testing, a glitch causing his lower body to be destroyed beyond repair, but they luckily managed to get it under control before it spread to most of his other systems. His magical capabilities were also somewhat spared, although reliant on the nanomachines to activate now and causing him great pain on occasion.

He went off the radar upon getting out of the hospital, becoming a mercenary of very high caliber who would take on any job if the price is right.
I have arrived. I couldn't have said that intro better myself. You wanted me to start the IC?
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Ok. So what exactly is the attack she is performing? Sidestepping and then angling the blade for a stab towards his chest?


Correct. Perhaps we need better descriptive skills.
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Perhaps you wanted Hikaru to step towards Vos' right, so that she would be directly in front of him?


She doesn't need to be in front of him to stab him and that would put her more in danger of his sword while if she's on his left, his right handed sword couldn't attack her very easily.
I'll get to it then. One sec!


I'm back. I should be able to get one post out once it's posted.
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