34th Of Earth: Tactical Retreat Part 4: Flocking Kiting & Bailing Out Thresh.
drexal15
Proud GM
[] Go assist Thresh, the two of you working together should be much more capable of defeating opponents en-masse.
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"Delete them!"
"Shadow Wing!"
"Heat Wave!"
"Mjölnir Thunder!"
The eleven Ultimates follow his order without a hint of hesitation, unleashing a mass volley of attacks your way. Immediately you kick away, all but a single fire wave of heat, which lightly scorches your leg.
Rip And… no.
With gritted teeth you kick again to change directions, and focus on wrestling the pure unadulterated Wrath into a more controlled state. Losing yourself to that fury would feel good, and the added speed could be useful in claiming justice against these villains, however…
I cannot let myself be caught unawares, Schwartz and Thresh's lives are at risk here.
Your eye turns towards the Duskmon… just in time to see him teleport behind another Gigadramon and swing his darkness-wreathed swords into its neck. The enhanced slash cuts through its thick flesh with barely any resistance, instantly ending his opponent's existence. On the very instant of its demise, Ser Schwartz begins devouring the data pulling it into him with a fervency you'd previously only thought starving mon could possess.
The remaining dramon attempt to lock onto him, however Bulwark's dark knight vanishes before any missile can even get close. He doesn't need your assistance at the moment, clearly.
"Crescent!" With a roar you clutch at the air, spinning around to reverse momentum and leap right at the nearest mass of Vortex Isle remnants. Your right snaps forward, silver claws extended and ready to rend a Parrotmon apart. "Daw-" The attack is interrupted as a sudden blast of lightning and several vacuum blades slam into your head. Tweaks of pain flare across your head, and more importantly the imparted kinetic energy notably slows you down, leaving the green bird to deftly avoid your strike.
Rgh. They're waiting for me to make a move and countering en masse.
Holding back a frustrated snarl, you block the next few blasts and kick the air again to dodge the next grouping. None would stand a chance against you alone, at best their power might be a third of your own, but these tactics of attrition of keepaway… are difficult to counter.
Accrued… Sparks, if you were here-focus Verge. He's not. Adapt, overcome.
Just waiting for them to run out of energy is a possibility… however the group might retreat upon reaching low spirit, and flee. So outlasting them won't be possible. If Sparks was here, he could simply output enough fire or lightning to hit them anyway.
Schwartz's teleportation could function as I need, but he's occupied… the situation must be changed.
Down below in the city proper Thresh lets out a pained bellow, drawing your attention back to his battle. There's now a large gash across his abdomen, where his counterpart struck. Your sibling tries countering with a kick, however is interrupted as the four lasers catch his face again. It seems that even with the Dramon support squads embroiled against Schwartz, your bother is still in a losing battle against the MetalTyrannomon and WarGrowlmon.
I know how to alter this engagement.
You make a point of roaring again, drawing the isle forces' attention as blades of lilac wind form over your claws. Then as they spread out in preparation of avoiding the attack, you pivot in the air and slash downwards with both arms.
"Razor Wind!" Twin half-crescents cleave through the air at super-sonic speeds, and catch both cybernetic Tyrannomon unawares. Neither hit their targets head on like intended, instead catching them on the shoulder and back respectively, but that's still enough. The blades of want-enhanced air carve right through their bodies with little resistance, nearly cutting them in twain. Not directly lethal blows like you intended, but… that doesn't matter.
They're... already dead.
"Ah?-Aaargh!" The pair scream in agony as Ardat's copied energy spreads from the deep wounds, and corrodes their bodies from the inside out. It's merciful that their suffering only lasts a few moments.
The WarGrowlmon pauses upon hearing his fellows screams, and instinctively turns to find the source. A mistake, you've already crossed the distance and are *leaping* into a momentum-gathering spin.
"Vortex Kick!" Your shin smashes into the distracted Ultimate's face, crushing bone and denting metal before the force flings him back-
*Schlick*
Right into Thresh's outstretched Pendulum Blades.
He has a moment to look at the swords sticking out his chest and gut before your brother's teeth clench down around his head.
*Crunch*
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===AN: I figure this would be a good break-point for now. Next snippet will deal with the Isle remnants proper.
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"Delete them!"
"Shadow Wing!"
"Heat Wave!"
"Mjölnir Thunder!"
The eleven Ultimates follow his order without a hint of hesitation, unleashing a mass volley of attacks your way. Immediately you kick away, all but a single fire wave of heat, which lightly scorches your leg.
Rip And… no.
With gritted teeth you kick again to change directions, and focus on wrestling the pure unadulterated Wrath into a more controlled state. Losing yourself to that fury would feel good, and the added speed could be useful in claiming justice against these villains, however…
I cannot let myself be caught unawares, Schwartz and Thresh's lives are at risk here.
Your eye turns towards the Duskmon… just in time to see him teleport behind another Gigadramon and swing his darkness-wreathed swords into its neck. The enhanced slash cuts through its thick flesh with barely any resistance, instantly ending his opponent's existence. On the very instant of its demise, Ser Schwartz begins devouring the data pulling it into him with a fervency you'd previously only thought starving mon could possess.
The remaining dramon attempt to lock onto him, however Bulwark's dark knight vanishes before any missile can even get close. He doesn't need your assistance at the moment, clearly.
"Crescent!" With a roar you clutch at the air, spinning around to reverse momentum and leap right at the nearest mass of Vortex Isle remnants. Your right snaps forward, silver claws extended and ready to rend a Parrotmon apart. "Daw-" The attack is interrupted as a sudden blast of lightning and several vacuum blades slam into your head. Tweaks of pain flare across your head, and more importantly the imparted kinetic energy notably slows you down, leaving the green bird to deftly avoid your strike.
Rgh. They're waiting for me to make a move and countering en masse.
Holding back a frustrated snarl, you block the next few blasts and kick the air again to dodge the next grouping. None would stand a chance against you alone, at best their power might be a third of your own, but these tactics of attrition of keepaway… are difficult to counter.
Accrued… Sparks, if you were here-focus Verge. He's not. Adapt, overcome.
Just waiting for them to run out of energy is a possibility… however the group might retreat upon reaching low spirit, and flee. So outlasting them won't be possible. If Sparks was here, he could simply output enough fire or lightning to hit them anyway.
Schwartz's teleportation could function as I need, but he's occupied… the situation must be changed.
Down below in the city proper Thresh lets out a pained bellow, drawing your attention back to his battle. There's now a large gash across his abdomen, where his counterpart struck. Your sibling tries countering with a kick, however is interrupted as the four lasers catch his face again. It seems that even with the Dramon support squads embroiled against Schwartz, your bother is still in a losing battle against the MetalTyrannomon and WarGrowlmon.
I know how to alter this engagement.
You make a point of roaring again, drawing the isle forces' attention as blades of lilac wind form over your claws. Then as they spread out in preparation of avoiding the attack, you pivot in the air and slash downwards with both arms.
"Razor Wind!" Twin half-crescents cleave through the air at super-sonic speeds, and catch both cybernetic Tyrannomon unawares. Neither hit their targets head on like intended, instead catching them on the shoulder and back respectively, but that's still enough. The blades of want-enhanced air carve right through their bodies with little resistance, nearly cutting them in twain. Not directly lethal blows like you intended, but… that doesn't matter.
They're... already dead.
"Ah?-Aaargh!" The pair scream in agony as Ardat's copied energy spreads from the deep wounds, and corrodes their bodies from the inside out. It's merciful that their suffering only lasts a few moments.
The WarGrowlmon pauses upon hearing his fellows screams, and instinctively turns to find the source. A mistake, you've already crossed the distance and are *leaping* into a momentum-gathering spin.
"Vortex Kick!" Your shin smashes into the distracted Ultimate's face, crushing bone and denting metal before the force flings him back-
*Schlick*
Right into Thresh's outstretched Pendulum Blades.
He has a moment to look at the swords sticking out his chest and gut before your brother's teeth clench down around his head.
*Crunch*
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===AN: I figure this would be a good break-point for now. Next snippet will deal with the Isle remnants proper.
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