Lilac was happy to see that things were going well on her side. For a fraction of a second, the dragoness diverted her attention, while she had the opportunity. She registered Mugman and how he was doing nicely ; together, they were managing to thin significantly the monsters' air support. Excellent. Given Carol and the others are doing well, this may allow them to get through.
Still, she quickly refocused ; that she's doing well doesn't mean that a dumb mistake can't swing things around. She also noticed, during her quick survey of the area, that the battle is getting a bit closer. She don't want to accidentally hit a friend with Pangu's weapons, after all.
Still, time to finish off the bad guys on her tail. She made Pangu swing around and fly in an erratic pattern, going back down. As it did, the holographic dragon roared, launched yet another flurry of bright projectiles. Lilac intended to cut through the remaining forces, dividing them and if possible, destroying what's left. If anything, this should hopefully disorganize the remaining foes enough to allow her to help out Mugman finish on his end. Once they are both done, they'll see if they can help take down that huge, threatening thing that she failed to harm earlier.
Some of your projectiles detonated early as they met fireballs, but a few of them hit their targets. Not as many as you wanted, and the thirty or so you were still targeting were still trying to gain height, but...
Huh. There seems to be somehting odd happening near the base of those mountains in the distance...
Mugman
Mugman occasionally gave wary glances at the Golem down below, from the spots of movement he could tell some of his friends were fighting it already, he thought about shooting a chomper missile down there to gnaw on the bad boss's arm but with the constant cover the fire birds have been giving it he couldn't exactly drop everything for it. Glancing back at the action he gasps and pulls his head into the cockpit, barely avoiding an errant fireball. He'd try keeping an eye on it, if he can find an opportune moment where he won't get shredded, he'll try launching a chomper missile at it. It shouldn't hurt his friends if it goes wide, but he doubted he'd miss such a large target-
His thoughts were interrupted by a series of awkwardly timed fireballs forcing him to shrink down to the size of a toy plane for a few seconds to focus on dodging.
Right now, all he can do is focus on his job and try to wipe out these birds. In all honesty, he should probably wait to have a hand full of aces before dropping his bomb on the big baddie.
Bombs and bullets continued there dance, and you continue cutting your way through the enemies.
Which, to be fair, were getting chewed up into bits... there weren't really many remaining. By your estimate, there were... mm, less then thirty now, and the number was dropping fast.
Rene Petit
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"Yeah, come get some, you mangy hounds," Rene snarled, psionic force gathering in his hands in a bolt, "come're and choke." Badass one-liner thus dispensed, Rene let the bolt, a purple line of psionic-chain lightning, and charged forward.
The bolt tore through its targets like wet paper, putting down at least fifteen of the creatures... as far as you could tell.
Mox cursed, spraying plasma down onto the swarming throng, knowing that he was probably doing more harm then good.
"A ramp!" He bellowed. "The fuckers are forming a ramp!" He scowled. "Rene, we've got to-" But his fellow soldier wasn't there anymore.
"Rene what are you doing?!"
You manage to kill a few, you think.
Rene Petit
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"You know what!" Rene shouted back, "I am a crazy wizard who thinks charging a Sectopod is a good idea! Now witness me!"
And thus, you begin your dance.
Jaws snap as you carve your way into the horde of Biters, lava spraying everywhere as you kill, and kill, and kill, and find yourself hemmed in on all angles by beasts as others continue bypassing you for the massive hole in the wall.In front of which, a rather large crowd was growing, as they attempted to pour into it upon the ramp made of the bodies of their dead comrades. Admittedly, whatever was inside the hole was keeping them from getting through, but by the way the number was swelling there might be a break soon, if only from the weight of bodies.
Delta rolled her claws before she crouched down, using her incredibly enhanced senses to feel for the next wave of Worms to approach. She wouldn't budge from that hole - in fact... it seemed these things greatest weapons actually were keeping her at maximum capacity. Didn't Haruka once say something about heat absorption...?
She didn't have time to waste pondering this as she felt the most minute tremor in her hands. Immediately, she grabbed the right handle on the strange orange-eyed belt and ripped it out, a spear erupting with a splash of ooze. Seconds later, she began spearing into the ground wildly, attempting to skewer the would-be interloper. Nothing would be coming through this hole!
Honestly, the real trouble wasn't the Worms - though they were annoying whenever they popped up near you. No, the real danger was all the Biters trying to pour through the gap along the ramp they were forming with their bodies. Admittedly, they weren't really able to land any hits, but considering the numbers at play you'd get pushed back through sheer weight in about... five minutes, if nothing else.
Then again, five minutes is
forever in a fight. There's plenty of time for something to change.
Hmm. Maybe he should deal with the assault of animals? There was now a definite wall breach below him. Ah, they could take care of it. If they couldn't with all the troops they had, then that was on them. Vile had more important things to do, like continue big game hunting, at least until the breach let them get up on top of the wall completely, then it was definitely his problem.
Now that the Golem was suitably iced, it was time to continue the attack. He locked on, target systems helpfully highlighting potential weakpoints where he had landed hits with his icy spray, and he brought down his shoulder cannon once again to start blasting.
"Hahaha, turning your back on me? ME? I'll make sure you won't live to regret this." He began blasting away, steady pulse of rapidfire energy blasts streaking across the battlefield and towards the Golem, which was currently attacking the samurai and the cat. Hopefully, they knew to stay out of his firing line while they launched their own attacks on the creature. Otherwise, this could get ugly for them and fast.
BOOM
BOOM
BOOM
The icy patches vanished under your attacks. They... weren't doing as much as you could hope. In fact... judging by how the magma making up most of the body was moving, it seems it was soaking up your blasts and somehow replacing the lost matter.
It could... regenerate. Well damn.
Carol didn't hesitate. Natural reflexes honed by generations of genetic adaptation, augmented by intense training (for one of such a young age anyway), kicked in and allowed her to move with precision and speed not usually associated with normal organics. As she saw the Golem telegraph its move, she was already moving. She calculated the velocity in her head and as the fists slammed down and she saw a glimpse of light, indicating the coming of a lava crack shockwave, she was already in motion.
She leaped diagonally, dodging the heavy fists and the resulting shockwaves. As she came down, she brought the heavy Mech Blade down, driving the uneven, heavy edge upon the rocky edges of the Golem's outer armor. As the Golem had a vaguely anthromorphic body structure, she guessed that there was a chance it may have such a thing as wrists. Cut off the tendons and mess up the wrists of your target and their hands become useless, making attacks involving that arm much harder if not impossible to pull off. So she aimed straight for the wrist of the monster, aiming to perform a deep, crippling cut.
She was also not dumb ; she knew that if the Golem is smart, it will likely swing its arm outward defensively to smack her away upon being struck. So even as she slashed down, she let go of the blade hilt with her right hand and rotated her frame, adjusting her position before re-grabbing the blade mid-attack. The second her shoes hit the ground, she turned the inertia of her jump around and did an explosive leap away pre-emptively, in case the Golem counter-attack.
... beside, she really would rather not get too close to the thing and given the sheer heat it produces, she'd rather not run the risk of seeing her shields drained while standing on top of molten rock. Better strike, then get away as soon as possible.
As she leaped backward, the feline glanced to her side mid-leap. Did Sam dodge successfully? Hopefully, he'll be doing well and she won't need to save him.
You know... it's odd, now that she think about it. Why is she considered the sidekick to Lilac when she's always the one saving her bacon and doing the heavy lifting during battle anyway? Well, she guess maybe not this time, as Lilac is taking care of the air support but still...
The blade struck deep, as you had hoped, and you disengaged successfully, but when you managed to look back at the Golem you immediately noted it wasn't as deep as you'd wanted. And was... shrinking...?
At that point, you couldn't focus on it any longer, as the magma in the air suddenly took the opportunity to form into tendrils and lash out at you, forcing you dodge.
Sam too had been prepared for this, starting to move even earlier than Carol upon spotting the start-up of a swing. However, it was only his reflexes that were truly spectacular on this powerscale, thus he was caught in the peripheries of the eruption anyway. The ground split under his feet and Sam could feel the heat of the incoming doom radiate onto him.
The gout of flames and molten rock burst upwards and completely engulfed where Sam had been standing. The golem would probably be feeling very smug right about then; The puny human's punity had been demonstrated in the best way possible: Swiftly and brutally. Nothing that had been caught in such an attack of his had ever survived after all..-
"You know, before now you were just a holiday-ruining nuisance." Sam's voice suddenly rang out across the battlefield, sounding somewhere in between ticked off and amused. It was only when the pillar of flame subsided that the samurai because visible again, having stood just out of sight when he ended up cartwheeling away from danger. The only damage done to him was to his Hawaii shirt, which had burned away completely now. This left his incredibly sculptured upper body open for all the world to see. "But I rather liked that shirt, so that's made this personal."
And with that he dashed forward and past the outstretched arms to assault the monstrosity's ankles. He struck with a previously unseen viciousness, using nothing but the raw power of his body to ceaselessly cleave away at and dance circles around his opponent. With Murasama's properties, it would not be long before the beast's ankles would collapse. And then it would be as good as over.
Even as the scarlet blade bit deep into the magma and stone comprising the thing's legs, you immediately notice something really,
really annoying - from the cracks in the ground near it's feet, a constant stream of magma was being outputted, pouring into the body and causing your strikes to be less effective as the injuries were quickly filled with lava.
Admittedly, the way the Golem was swinging at you meant you had to keep moving beyond the admittedly slow strikes, so you couldn't really stop and plan, but you now knew a way to end this fight - remove it's ability to draw lava from damaged ground into itself, and the fight would be as good as over.
