"Whenever, wherever. I'll put that cocky little dragon of yours into the dirt," the beast rumbled, having no idea if it would even be something that he could accomplish or not. All the same, he'd was always excited for combat, no matter who his opponent was.
He let out another small grunt as K-216 continued, before once more glancing up, as if he were hearing from another source. "Yeah. I'm recording the data. So's NSD. We'll get both copies of it to you as soon as we finish." He terminated the connection then, before simply watching once more.
The creature's body undulated and twitched, frame-by-frame, different parts were coming from its body in different directions. Thorn's taunting mostly just fell on deaf ears at the moment as it seemed all of the humor and the fun from K-216 was mostly gone as all of the different pieces of the whole were all being forced into a singular point, and due to that, the entirety of the program seemed to be almost self-corroding only for the data to replace itself almost immediately as multiple strings of data from the multiple copies of the wolf were sharing the same dataspace.
At Thorn's request to come forward, K-216 lurched onward, faster than he should have been as a dozen legs propelled him forward, rather than just the four that he should have had. The rush forward caused him to overshoot, as all of the various parts of him wanted to get at Thorn, it seemed. Airborne, the wolf twisted its body and extended its back legs, only for another leg to come out from where the foot would end, and then another leg, and another, until it reached the top of the arena. All of this happened in a frame-by-frame set, taking less than a nanosecond of processing as the beast launched itself downward.
As it did, a similar effect happened as K-216 opened his maw, only for two more wolf heads to burst forth from within his throat. This repeated a second time, with now suddenly four angry, thrashing wolf heads like some sort of cerberus-hydra as from the four burst another and another, erasing the distance between K-216 and his prey as four separate heads now all rushed down at the toxic dragon, not a single one of them at all seeming to enjoy the fight anymore. This was now about tearing apart Thorn limb from limb, and leaving him a broken mess in his own home.
Post by Nightshade on Feb 12, 2018 17:32:59 GMT -8
K907 chuckled. "Eheh. That's my old big bro..." without even needing to write anything he scheduled another test with Thorn. The poison dragon rolled his eyes as he simply sidestepped out of the way. Ever heard about Anger making you stupid? Well, 216 would not be able to kill him just by flailing around. The toxic navi decided to stop playing around. As soon as he felt 216's paas dig into hs swamp Thorn simply melted into the poison itself. A multitude of elastic tendrils would shoot out of the goop, aiming at any part of 216 thry could latch on. First of all, poison tightly clung to the wolf's many paws, climbing up to the chest area and cementing him onto the ground. Other tendrils went to restrain the arms.
Thorn's objective was clear. If 216 got submerged by the poison trying to bind his body, Thorn would simply assimilate the K unit into himself, killing the K216on the spot.
To top it off, Thorn's poison changed from burning to numbing. With strong anesthetic effects, the poison was injecting itself into 216's body through every minor cuts while also climbing onto the poor navi's battered and deformed body.
Thorn would find that, despite his best efforts to latch onto, and keep holding onto, K-216, he'd keep coming up short. The beast's rampant thrashing of horror movie, strobe-light styled effects in each frame causing it to adjust in rapidly different ways proved to make keeping a handle on it...difficult. He would latch onto a paw, and the data that made up the paws would simply vanish. It didn't retreat back into K-216, or was removed, leaving Thorn holding it in its hand...it simply stopped existing. Attempts to grapple the arms met the same fate. The limbs would just...move. Instead of being where they had been, they would cease existing, and then be emerging from K-216's leg, and then its back in a wild dance of limbs.
The numbing agent was picked up by its sensors as well, as a lack of feeling would come to one of its many, wild limbs. However, after these attempts were made, and realized, Thorn would find that he was grasping ahold of the same limbs each time. That the ones that were already affected by the numbing agent were the ones that were now moving to be caught by Thorn's toxic limbs as K-216's arms, maws, legs and even spines accelerated upward, latching onto the ceiling with one of its claws.
"KILLKILLKILL!" the voices all screamed in unison as the pool of toxic poison beneath suddenly found itself under assault by a living minigun. From its legs, abdomen, and arm, various heads appeared for a moment, their maws spread wide before they unleashed a raw blast of force into the poison below, seeming to aim at random, having no real idea where Thorn was, at the moment. Every so often, a few of the wolf heads would appear and do very little, and it seemed that these were the heads of the body that had been affected by Thorn's toxins...but the overwhelming majority of them began to just hail blasts of raw data down into the pool, still undulating and shifting, with arms and fangs coming from above joints, forming a different connection point and letting the creature basically swing about from the ceiling as it fired.
The smaller KUnit hopped into K414's lap out of the blue to give space to a couple of NSD scientists that needed to fiddle with the instruments of the observation deck. The little jackal cuddled up with his back pressed against 414's chest. He kept looking forward at the test, but couldn't hide a grin and his slowly wagging tail. Thorn chuckled at the futile attempts of the wolven aberration at hitting him. How could someone expect to win against a Darkloid with just brute strength? Darkloid basics 101: Whatever a navi power is, a Darkloid's power is superior.
He emerged from the poisonous swamp, noting that he should try to consume more K'Units if he had the chance. The 216 body frame he was using wasn't half bad. However, all things must come to an end.
Raising the BugDeath Sword he began charging up what would be the final strike. The Syndicate and Nebula had enough data already.
As soon as the scientists had made their way past them, K-414, very roughly, shoved the other K-unit down to the ground. "The only reason you're still alive is the agreement between our companies," he spoke. There was a cold anger in his tone as he stared down at the other for a moment before returning his attention to the fight. He would simply ignore K-907 for the remainder of this, and if the other touched him, there would be another fight breaking out.
The wolven navi continued to move, thrashing about in a most unhealthy fashion. The entire body of the program seemed to be in fast forward, whereas everything else around them was playing at normal speed. K-216 moved with an unnatural speed as he darted around, everything struggling to get to where it needed to be. He moved, twitching forward again before he saw the Bug Death Sword being charged again, and suddenly a half-dozen heads rose up from the flesh of the creature as it suddenly went dead still, watching what Thorn was about to do.
A sudden, unearthly sound began to emanate from the creature's hide. It sounded as if it were just a howl. But this was something built into K-216 that had been taken from how K-414 ended his fights. However, given his unique design, having a simple tearing out of the throat was not the way that it operated. Instead, Thorn would find the ghastly sound to be particularly harmful to his data. It seeped into every area of the arena, echoing over the poisonous field, the protective walls, all causing it to focus and refocus as it continued to build upon itself.
It was a howl that was designed to terminate Darkloids. He hadn't been cleared to use it, but it seemed like K-216 no longer really cared about a 'friendly sparring match,' as so happened when the Cerberus Mode engaged. It shrieked louder, more and more mouths beginning to emerge from his unmoving form, putting out more and more of the darkloid-decimating soundwaves, looking to simply unmake Thorn from the outside in.
K907 smirked. "Pffft. Of course. You know you love me." The jackal then turned his attention back at the fighting stage, where...wait. Why was the entire area shrowded in darkness?
For the first time ever, the Analitical K-Unit had...miscalculated something. Since when Thorn got his hand-er-paw on one of those?! Thorn cackled. Boy did that howling hurt. That dog...so the Animus really had some nifty anti Darkloid countermeasures. He could have gone mad with pain without his trump card on hand.
"You know...to get me to use Dark Stage is a pretty nice archievement. Mega DarkChips are pretty hard to find...yet they prove quite effective. So, how about we finish this."
While the Shrowd nullified the destructive effects of that roaring...for the most part...he did not have much time left. His DarkSoul was dwindling fast. Using DarkChips now would be bad. This was a critical moment. Even the slightest advantage given to the enemy could accidentally snowball into his actual deletion. Still, it was a risk he was willing to take. BugRise Sword crackled with power, ready to go...but the Poison Dragon had yet another trump card at his disposal. A true last resort. Finding Dark Stage had been hard. Finding one of the only remaining copies of the DarkChip he was about to use had been even harder.
He grimaced as a part of his very own life force was siphoned into the sword he was holding. The blade turned to a very sickly looking purple. Growing even more unstable, there was a reason it should never be augmented.
"This is my final blow, Fido. You better survive this."
Alarms of all sorts started beeping in the control room, which caused 907 to jump in front of 414 again and materialize a barrier. "Kill me later." Not even the contingency blast doors were able to contain that sword slash that seemingly rended space itself. Of course, a massive explosion followed as the uncompatible Bug and Dark data violently reacted to eachother into a majestic display of destruction as the sword exploded at the slightest sollecitation. A kind of destruction strong enough to blow the shielded glass of the observation post, shatter 907's barrer and smash a few shards and shrapnel all over his body. He sounded to be in somewhat of an excruciating amount of pain.
The klaxon sirens that were going off, normally, wouldn't have bothered the cerberus program. However, now that he had several pairs of ears sticking out from him at odd angles at random times, their sound was starting to shiver through his entire body, causing what felt like nausea, if such could be even felt by a digital creature, letting it wash over him with a powerful rush of pain. That was putting him in his place, rooting him to the spot as the sonic vibrations that they had been sending out to try and eliminate Thorn suddenly turned to shrieks of pain from the sirens.
The other one was speaking, but there was nothing but a cacophany of screeching from the wolven program as it thrashed even more dangerously than before, its entire body seeming to not even able to really keep its form. The blade that Thorn held had been forgotten as the beasts thrashed about, trying to get out of the body that was currently present, but could not. "NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO! the creatures shrieked in agony, struggling to tear themselves away from the core. It wasn't doable, of course, not once he was like this.
However, Thorn's words finally seemed to reach him before he blinked, the eight or so pairs of eyes all closing and opening simultaneously as they watched Thorn and saw the enormous blade that shrieked with dark and bug data both. "NEVER DIE! NEVER DIE!" the creatures roared as they scrambled...toward Thorn? The mass of claws on the ground began to scrabble forward, launching themselves at the Navi as they struggled to get close, the mass forming the head of a wolf as it opened, and another burst forth from deep within its throat, the actions taking less than a nanosecond, as the fangs lit up with the raw energy that powered the Cerberus Unit as they took the Bug Death Sword seemingly head on, while also aiming to tear out the throat of the darkloid at the same time.
K-414 watched the display as the arena turned dark, but before he could get a good view, 907 moved to jump in front of him, attempting to shield the far bulkier program with his body. He blinked, legitimately confused as he looked down at 907 and his barrier, before he exhaled a sigh of pure rage. "Move," he growled, shoving the other to the side. He was here to record data for the Animus Syndicate. If his vision was obscured by his dumbass brother then that would ruin his directive.
The explosion ripped outward, and K-414 simply stood in the wake of the explosion, his data tearing apart for a moment, the bugged data searing through the navi's hide before it began immediately rework itself, reconstructing his decimated visage even as he recorded the action...quite curious to see who might be the victor in this. His money was on Thorn. K-216 was still in prototype stage- he wasn't even an alpha version. Still, he couldn't deny that the information that they'd gathered already about the cerberus mode was...very helpful.
Post by Nightshade on Jun 21, 2018 14:35:06 GMT -8
The darkloid was still standing. Well...figuratively. Half his body was missing, splattered all over the room. On his knees and panding heavily, the darkloid looked over his shredded body. That wolf guy was insane, jumping at his attack head on?
"F-fido? Come on b-buddy. Nine will k-kill me if you're d-dead. Give me something." Thorn whispered at the smoke.