"Shit! The pharmacy's just around the corner. Dad, can you run?" I ask as I tally up how many Fuel Cans and Energy Cells we have left.
"More like a quick hobble, but... yes," your father grunts out.
You have seven energy cells, and three fuel cans.
"It's fine, nice to get some perspective on this kind of thing."
Eyes and the joints... Made sense, you couldn't reinforce those spots as effectively as the rest of the machine, it would be easier to cut.
The Z-Saber ignited, and she sprung to action, the landscape blurring as she closed the distance between herself and the Crusher--still just a little bit off balance from climbing out of the hole. That was good, it would be putting more weight forward in light of that, and easier to knock off balance.
Say, by severing its forward legs.
A flash of green followed, the joints targeted in a flurry of swings, as a line of crimson and gold darted back out. If it stumbled, she'd have a fine opportunity to go for the eyes.
You shoot forward, blade singing... and shoot right by the leg, stumbling a little as you blade seems to miss.
"
Huh. Guess you put too much power into that dash," comments Zero, as you turn around to see a glowing orange line where it seemed your blade had hit.
Oh damn! Okay, so, uh that was a lot more power than I was expecting. Maybe I shouldn't put too much energy into a shot next time.
Good thoughts to have, though probably not the best to have when everything is now zeroing in on you and wants to put a bunch of holes in you. I duck and dodge out of the way of the shots, returning fire as I do so, though a few still manage to hit me. Once more, I feel the the steady hum as I built up another charge shot, though I don't let it get too much energy. Don't want a repeat of that last attack.
I fire it, a thin green beam launching itself at another group of Mavericks, before I turn and focus firing on another cluster.
The beam blows through the cluster of Mavericks and explodes at the wall. Your other shots easily take down the Mavericks in the other cluster.
"
Hey, Yuki?" X asked, breaking your concentration. "
Would you like me to make it so you can understand Ashe? She's asking you to cover her so she can move to a better firing position, and I would prefer to not have to pass on everything she says."
"Whoo....", that's..that's it, I guess..
I turn back to look at Mr. and Mrs. Beckers, approaching them.
"Hey, are you both okay..?"
"Y-yeah, pretty sure we are," Mr. Beckers replies, standing up and helping his wife to her feet. "Don't you have other robots to smash? Supposidly, there's a really big battle going on downtown according to the radio."
Wait, what? "I thought you said hitting it really hard wasn't part of the plan!" My gaze scanned over the twisted circuitry as I hurried forwards, feeling the cool winds left in the ice dragon's wake twist and part against my skin.
Halberd held level, then raised high, I leaped, searching for a nice weak point, a junction box or power source that I could strike.
Failing that, I could always hit it right in the centre where at such a range, the condensed energy of the blade should shatter the ice with ease. "Hyaaaah!"
Your blade hits the exact center of the frozen object, and it cracks and shatters like glass. Below it, You see some wires snake there way back into the dirt.
"
Good, it's destroyed. Now... hmm. Shall we search for more?" Asked Model L.
Nicholas was still getting the hang of things, and much of what he was doing was (likely enhanced) instinct. Such as dodging all of these ring-blasts; he was in good shape and decently well-trained in Escape & Evade before, but now? He was bouncing off of cars like a parkour monkey on crack, using walls as if they were just the ground when he moved, and generally acting like gravity and momentum were strong suggestions instead of rules.
The flicker of the barrier made him think. He could try speeding up his knife-throwing, but really, the recharge rate seemed pretty darn high. And none of his energy-knives seemed to completely overwhelm the damage threshhold...
So instead he made a knife in his right hand, and started trying to shove more and more energy into it, making it a bigger, stronger knife. If he could make it big enough, either it, or a follow-up knife, could get through! Once he felt he couldn't shove any more energy into the super-knife, Nicholas would throw it at Pink Barrier Person, and follow-up with a regular knife from his left hand close behind, hoping that at least one of them would score a real, direct hit on his foe.
Instead of the knife growing bigger, however, it instead transformed into a cross-like shuriken, that lengthened as you poured more energy into it.
A wave of amusement flowed from Model P. "
And you try for a bigger knife. Heh. I guess I should have explained our abilities before we got into this fight."
Knowledge of your cloaking systems and your own Barrier flow into you at this.
"So, are you the Wolf of the Obscured Wood, or do I still walk the Righteous Path?" He smirked pointlessly, face hidden. For it was such an old reference, and one no one even slightly touched with the field of mechanics would get.
Most men and women outside the Church would not recognize it and those who did would disapprove for using it. "Or perhaps you are my Poet, here to guide me." His voice projected clearly into darkness. "Come Roman, guide me to Hell."
The presence gave you no reply, in that instant of eternity. Then...
PAIN
TORTURE
FIRE
DEATH
RAPINE
LOOTING
ENSLAVEMENT
THE STARTING PENALTY IS FIVE
Malice and black hatred hammered down on you, a poisonous ocean of everything that's wrong with people wearing down at you. On the edge of your mind, you could feel something worm its way into your thoughts, attempting to add and remove things and overwrite your own personality.
You suddenly understood why the thing was feeding off of people's souls.
