Lyrical Nanoha 6
Jack of Olives
Rolled a '3' on their Con score
- Location
- The land of fruits and nuts (California)
Lyrical Nanoha 6:
You swear inwardly as you make and discard plans while dodging enemy fire. The hive is the main problem; as long as it's around the enemies won't stop coming.
You sigh mentally. 'Well, I guess it can't be helped. Eliza; Cardridge Load.'
'Yes Mistress.' Almost on auto-pilot, you chamber a round in your rifle-device. The noise it makes somehow resonates through you. "Cartridge Load!"
[luck roll: 57]
[Combat: 63(roll) + 15(Wits/Dex) + 15 (Belkan magic) + 5 (Arcane) +30 (Eliza's assistance) +30 (cartridge use) + 5 (???) = 163; Req: 80/100/120/140/160; Lvl-5 Success.]
Time almost seems to slow as you feel the extra magic rush through you; a fresh load of adrenaline surges through your body.
Even as your mind quickly grinds through the calculations for your next attack, you can't help but not that you feel invincible; like you could fight off a whole army.
... Which is good considering what you're trying to do.
Dodging the next volly of attacks, you take aim once more. "Phantom Light."
The difference is like night and day. Whereas before, your attacks barely phased the tortilian monstrosities, Your latest spears through your target.
Thankfully, you don't stop to gloat; dodging out of the way of another volley of beams. "Phantom Light." Duck and weave. "Phantom Light." Drop, then boost. "Phantom. Light."
It was almost like a dance.
A more lethal one than you'd like, but there was a certain elegance to the rhythm of the combat.
Still, you make short work of your foes, and twenty seconds after starting the area around is cleared of enemies.
"Alright, I think you've overstayed your welcome." You can't help but taunt as you point your rifle at the hive. 'Eliza; let's get rid of this thing.'
'With pleasure, Master.' Is her reply, as she begins feeding a new equation to you.
As you begin the charging process, the energy chamber of the gun begins humming; starting off low, and building to a higher pitch as more mana is compressed into it..
Three Belkan triangles appear in front of the weapon's as the muzzle begins to glow.
It feels like the whole world is holding it's breath in anticipation.
'Awaiting your command.'
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You swear inwardly as you make and discard plans while dodging enemy fire. The hive is the main problem; as long as it's around the enemies won't stop coming.
You sigh mentally. 'Well, I guess it can't be helped. Eliza; Cardridge Load.'
'Yes Mistress.' Almost on auto-pilot, you chamber a round in your rifle-device. The noise it makes somehow resonates through you. "Cartridge Load!"
[luck roll: 57]
[Combat: 63(roll) + 15(Wits/Dex) + 15 (Belkan magic) + 5 (Arcane) +30 (Eliza's assistance) +30 (cartridge use) + 5 (???) = 163; Req: 80/100/120/140/160; Lvl-5 Success.]
Time almost seems to slow as you feel the extra magic rush through you; a fresh load of adrenaline surges through your body.
Even as your mind quickly grinds through the calculations for your next attack, you can't help but not that you feel invincible; like you could fight off a whole army.
... Which is good considering what you're trying to do.
Dodging the next volly of attacks, you take aim once more. "Phantom Light."
The difference is like night and day. Whereas before, your attacks barely phased the tortilian monstrosities, Your latest spears through your target.
Thankfully, you don't stop to gloat; dodging out of the way of another volley of beams. "Phantom Light." Duck and weave. "Phantom Light." Drop, then boost. "Phantom. Light."
It was almost like a dance.
A more lethal one than you'd like, but there was a certain elegance to the rhythm of the combat.
Still, you make short work of your foes, and twenty seconds after starting the area around is cleared of enemies.
"Alright, I think you've overstayed your welcome." You can't help but taunt as you point your rifle at the hive. 'Eliza; let's get rid of this thing.'
'With pleasure, Master.' Is her reply, as she begins feeding a new equation to you.
As you begin the charging process, the energy chamber of the gun begins humming; starting off low, and building to a higher pitch as more mana is compressed into it..
Three Belkan triangles appear in front of the weapon's as the muzzle begins to glow.
It feels like the whole world is holding it's breath in anticipation.
'Awaiting your command.'
Call out your attack:
[] Write-In
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GM's Note: Don't you just love cliffhangers?
Voting will close
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