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Post by Gaia on Sept 12, 2021 17:06:22 GMT -8
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Vanguard.EXE
Watching Var simply break down, and then be merged with the parts that Mistair had put together, was a haunting experience. He turned into little more than information that Mistair weaved and then condensed, into a small bead that she offered to him. It was so simple for her, and yet, for a Navi made of that data, had hauntingly terrifying implications to him.
With but a wave of her hand she could force a new existence upon him. Her asking for permission was a formality. It was not necessary.
He tried not to dwell on this long, referencing the bead he was offered. Whatever form he so chose, then? At the end of the day, ultimately, there was only one form appropriate for it to take. He reached out and wreathed his hands in fire as he took grasp of it. If it was as simple for him to will it, Vanguard expanded the bead into the visage of a mighty cannon, long and wide at its base, and slowly reducing in diameter as it moved closer to its barrel. Interlocking pieces would enable the cannon to expand to increase its output, or to dilate further to focus its release. Four mighty blades, each of a different color, white, pale green, black, and a larger, more prominent red blade protruded from a revolving focus point around the barrel, and coils and exhausts along the edge of the cannon would serve as the ports for Vanguard's unique fuel systems and for him to load his chips into as necessary.
Looking at his crafted work, Vanguard considered it for a moment, happy for how it ultimately turned out. He looked to Mistair, raising an eyebrow at her, as if to confirm that her expectations of it were satisfied.
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Post by Zane on Sept 15, 2021 3:47:22 GMT -8
She had observed as he went to work, creating the logical outcome in a culmination of where Vanguard lived best. His namesake may have meant he led from the front, but his specialty would always be in ranged combat rather than melee range. As the Vanguard, it was more like he would be deployed first but not have to be in the front of that particular advance. With his work done she would save a bit of her more critical critique for later and would, like Vanguard himself, approach this from the logical take instead. Which meant that he should make certain that it worked with his fuel as desired without any mishaps. She was confident that wouldn't be the case of course, but call it the adaptive phase in the event it took place.
"There shouldn't be any complications, but you should test your chips with it for good measure. They aren't exactly unique to you and foreign to him before. Given the system you have set up there, that potential problem should have also been taken care of."
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Post by Gaia on Sept 19, 2021 15:35:30 GMT -8
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Vanguard.EXE
Vanguard. The first to be deployed, and the director of the assault. His cannon fire directed the attention of those to follow behind, and his analysis informed their assaults.
With his new weapon formed, Vanguard only nodded in response to Mistair's suggestion. It was, of course, the next logical course of action. His own systems were very much used to channeling chips through his reticles, but Var's data was originally not of the Net; chips were foreign to his medium. Hoisting up the cannon onto his shoulder, Vanguard maneuvered to aim the cannon away from Mistair, pointing it towards the large, open expanse. He hoisted up his other hand and placed it to the side of the barrel, his slotted coils shifting and releasing chips in preparation.
Flying from their receptacles to the slots that he had prepared within the cannon, Vanguard decided that, all things equal and with plenty of time to do so, he could wait a moment to let his fuel reserves grow. The new power that he had absorbed from his encounter, this new boundless energy that grew without thought, allowed his fuel tank to fill in plenty of time. He flooded all the power he could muster into his barrel, unleashing the cannon shot from his chips that had become his signature method of assault, right next to his meteors and his sword.
The rotating piece with the four blades emanated with power and whirred as the energy collected into that one point. Already accustomed to incredible recoil, Vanguard adjusted his aim to compensate, and unleashed the maelstrom of fire and darkness. He smiled, looking back at Mistair; she had done well, then.
It was almost to be expected; while a good idea, he hardly wondered if testing it were necessary. "Looks like that's been dealt with, then," Vanguard said simply, hoisting the cannon. He thought about it, consuming the cannon into a pyre of purple flames, and reduced it to little more than a stone band that wrapped around his wrist, right alongside his coils. That would make it easier to carry around, too.
He looked back up to Mistair, wanting to clear some of his thoughts, and also wanting to gauge her opinion on what to do, next. He figured the next best choice was to return to Sharo, but he guessed that Genesis and any others were already on that. Var's words also echoed in his mind, and he wondered just what the others would think if they knew more about Mistair. He pushed those thoughts aside, knowing it wouldn't do any good to worry about separating the group, but he wasn't sure what the best bet here, was - to ask her to be more open with her capabilities towards them, or to hide them.
He decided to go with the easy discussion, first. "My personal goal of wanting to discover the Reaver Kings' place in all of this, ever since we met with Vamin, has been realized, then. There is still much we don't know, however, and a lot of carnage to repair. Reparations are meaningless if destruction like this continues, though . . . the cause needs to be stopped before the effect can be remedied.
"Your insight is always welcome." He cleared the distance to stand alongside her, leveling his gaze with hers. "We were ran off from our jobs for one person's loud mouth, and now the world has been broken. I know that relief for the wounded is important, but that's not ultimately what I'm good at. I protect, I lead, and I fight.
"This isn't the first time, though, that we've been told being able to surpass our purpose is what is necessary to move forward. We have to prove that we can be better than what we were meant to do, and have the spirit and wherewithal to maintain that even against impossible odds. Var could overcome his purpose, but he didn't have the strength to prevent himself from being forced to carry it out, anyways. With all of this carnage, there seems to be only so many places left to check.
"What do you think? Return to Sharo, or follow our leads back to Netopia?"
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Post by Zane on Sept 19, 2021 20:44:37 GMT -8
She gave a nod, seeing that it had come out just fine as it soared into the expanse and did its work. She had an idea on their next course of action for a while now, but first was listening to her partner here. She looked out the window into the expanse, at something very particular that was there but otherwise not a problem. It was exactly why she knew what they should do next, but why it would take a back-burner for at least a while longer. So instead she would reply to what he mentioned first, as she was agreed on that front.
"Any repairs are ultimately fruitless, as they will either be destroyed again or undone due to the anomaly taking place. It isn't bad for your job to be fighting others for the sake of others. Those who help others are equally as important as those who protect them by besting their enemies. Only when those enemies no longer exist will either side find themselves not so necessary in the end."
They wouldn't need others to help if they weren't in danger. And they wouldn't need others to fight if that danger didn't exist to cause the damage they would need to repair after. Many would devalue the fighters for only being able to fight, but they were the ones who would have to defeat the ones who had to be fought. There was no reason to lower the values of either side of the fence on this one. For their next move, they had left Netopia and chose Sharo because their leads took them there. The only lead they had to take them back to Netopia wasn't even their lead, it was the one that Genesis had. Because he reasoned that the NIA being removed would ultimately force them to be more active thanks to not having a 'face' to use instead. If Vanguard wanted to be leery of him or as Zane had put it, could not trust him, then it was only reasonable to consider that the Onyx Overlord had an ulterior motive driving him to want that. Whether that motive be to just be rid of the NIA or not was anyone's guess. By that very same logic, they shouldn't exactly trust the others to share all of the information they would come across. She knew he kept these thoughts to himself, but as he asked for her own insight, she would share as much. It was related to a problem she had brought up while they were here anyway.
"We should make for Sharo first. If the Colossus becomes active... no, when it becomes active, then Sharo won't be around any longer anyway. Not much of anything will unless something stops it in its tracks for a while. Nameless and Genesis alike have things they keep to themselves and Sharo's information could easily become such a thing depending on what they find. After that I have an idea for what we should do next, but only after we see to this first."
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Post by Gaia on Sept 20, 2021 16:43:00 GMT -8
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Vanguard appreciated that her own opinion on the events thus far reflected, at the very least, his view of the scenario. Grim though the reality may be, without the end to their aggressors, no true progress could be made towards reparations.
As for her opinion on their next steps, the relief that she saw his perspective, too, was something of a double-edged sword. It was an unfortunate reality, the recognition that Genesis could not be fully trusted. She said what he was thinking without him having to share it; she knew him too well, probably aware that even now he was considering the implication of Genesis' own opinion of the NIA, not to mention his motives for this fight, to begin with.
He recognized that everyone here would ultimately have ulterior motives, and when all of this started his motives were none better than to relieve himself of a nuisance; that nuisance being the border complicating trade with other countries. Since then, though, his motives had evolved. First, to escape judgment, he joined the NIA; that was not the noblest of motives, but it gave him purpose and a new task. Then, he changed his direction as Magnolia's interference set this whole thing off, at least from his perspective. This mystery has captured his attention, especially as he saw the corruption that had found its way into the NIA alone, much less what these new forces were capable of. An intellectual and a specialist, his motivation towards this has ultimately shifted to finding out why, to trying to understand it all, and to see the lives of those he has met along the way return to normalcy. Completing the puzzle, as he had said so many times since it all began.
Mistair was a part of that, too. The need to recover the Cybeasts is what caused them to flee from the NIA, Forte demanding that his possessions be returned by inflicting a mortal scar onto her, still visible, even now. With Vamin and the others entering the stage, a new purpose to learn about his previous master's purpose in all of this was born. To think, in all of this, so much had changed so fast . . . and they still had so many questions left unanswered, now accompanied by unanswered concerns regarding their allies, as well.
Still, with that conversation on the table, it did open the opportunity to discuss something else of concern . . .
". . . speaking of things better left to one's self . . . while you have my utmost trust, your true capabilities would be concerning to our current allies, Genesis most assuredly included, and any potential allies we meet along the way would be understandably leery of you.
"We don't have the luxury of time on our side with all of those potential allies, and I don't presume Genesis to be the trusting sort even if given time, unfortunately. While I see the dangers of leaving it hidden and it coming to the surface at an inopportune time, or someone else using it against us to sow discord, it would be foolish to slam a door on our own foot, so to speak.
"You told me some time ago that I could trust you. That you knew you weren't made by the NIA, but that your creator was an enemy. The names that Var mentioned . . . do you know them? And the reason I can't analyze Rosso and the others . . . is it because of their medium rather than their lack of information?
". . . and what do you think we should continue to hide from Genesis and the others?"
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Post by Zane on Sept 20, 2021 17:05:26 GMT -8
There was the logical conclusion to make of all this. She recognized his other question here, but ultimately there was a more pressing thing to address here as she shook her head. In this, their opinions on how to progress would divulge for once. And why that was would be something she would unveil when she opened her mouth to speak again.
"That's part of why I said our next move could only be made after Sharo. More than my own actions, you've made quite a number of your own now that the others will not agree with. What you viewed with logic also trampled their beliefs under foot."
"Have you not noticed Faith's drive to make Centurion more independent? Or the Destroyer's words about using unwitting tools that have no desire for battle simply to get ahead? Or even Genesis' disgust with others being used as tools as a whole? What you did with Var jeopardized all of that in one fell motion and destroyed their trust of you even more than their potential lack of trust in me. Yes, even more than their ability to trust me, they will know that your thoughts heavily veer from their own. Because it will be easy to see how if they begin to lag behind, we can simply turn them into a better fitted tool for the occasion in your own."
Because when it boiled down to it that would be all the others would be able to make of his decision with Var. And it would be something that would come to light one way or another, of that she was certain. Simply backpedaling now wouldn't exactly resolve the decision made when presented with a pair of options. And in that regard, she had decided on their next course of action revolving around exactly that.
"...But lying to them won't improve the situation. Even if we did, it's only a matter of time before the enemies we would want to have them for simply told these things themselves and slam that door on our feet instead. And while you think they would let it go in the heat of the moment, this is something that they will not flinch on. You'll be just as much their enemy as they are from that very moment. And we'd rather not have them against us while fighting others at the same time. So instead we're going to Sharo to let the ones there know your stance on the matter. This way at the very least while they will no longer be allies, they won't become enemies forever either. Ideally, anyway. Our goal of going to Sharo isn't to regroup, it's to cement the fact that we're separating here."
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Post by Raven8 on Sept 20, 2021 17:58:39 GMT -8
soundless and swift as the wind, Mistair's words are punctuated by an assault from nowhere. Vanguard's arms are slashed and torn by harsh blows from a long, sharp weapon of a nearly unidentifiable source, while Mistair is attacked by a harsh blow from the shaft of the same to the back of her neck.
The assault, made with absolutely no warning, ends as the form of a... Navi? drops from the ceiling of the network. He's obscured with shadows in such a way that makes him nearly impossible to see even when looked at directly, and even Vanguard's genuinely amazing targeting skills would be unable to pick up even a trace of him. It's as if he doesn't even exist, yet here he stands, nearly invisible save a pair of blue eyes that peer through the cloak of shadows that engulfs his form and lock onto Vanguard and Mistair with a fervent intensity. Just barely visible is a short pike with bladed terminations at both ends protruding from his hand, which he holds at a slight angle as to keep himself guarded at all times. It's this weapon that raises with a swift movement as the shadow performs one last slash against Vanguard, obviously intent on outright killing the Navi if his guard drops for so much as an instant.
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Post by Gaia on Sept 20, 2021 19:04:25 GMT -8
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He listened carefully to Mistair's words. He had internalized many of these concerns, but hadn't thought to consider those as more pressing and worrisome than her capabilities, but, when framed into the context of her being able to repurpose them, it did make the concern more evident.
At the end of the day, for him, his emotions would fall away to logic. He still had his emotions, he still had his moral grounds, but logical decisions based on fact and data were there to guide his emotions. He felt sorry that Var had to be turned into the thing that he despised being the most, the tool that he was always meant to be, and he wished there were another alternative; logically, however, there wasn't. This was a necessary evil, that he would remedy when time allowed.
Given Mistair's perspective, his ability to look past emotions in the frame of logic would put him at odds with those that would only see their emotional ties. He knew that he would rectify the situation when time permitted, but the allowance of the situation at all would be the end of his relationship with them.
. . . it was regrettable, but he couldn't change his view on the matter, even now, with that in mind. Even the quips about Armiger and Centurion, things that he had no part in but ultimately allowed to perpetuate, were logically sound at the end of the day - their specialization was as equipment. Autonomous equipment, but equipment. While he didn't design them, he would be a fool to deny that they performed their specialization incredibly well. Genesis was a better stalwart with Armiger equipped. Faith was more dangerous with Centurion in hand.
She said what he was thinking out loud. The way that he posed the question may have made it seem as though he were thinking of lying to them, but, he felt there was some merit in coming to the table with the truth; he wasn't sure if that would result in them losing whatever they had left, however. He was quite certain that their enemies would use it against them, and he was quite certain it would be their downfall in that moment. Given the insight of his own willingness to allow these adaptations, there was the concern he noticed of them becoming obsolete, too . . . logically, though, they wouldn't. Not in the same way Var would become a liability, unless they, too, were captured and eradicated time after time.
That logical conclusion for him wouldn't be the same for them, though. He wanted to continue this train of thought with Mistair, knowing that what she said was important, and was curious if she foresaw any compromise, but he didn't get the chance to finish his thought.
His eyes move along with the movement, keen as ever, but even his reflexes couldn't keep up, even if his eyes could. Large gashes formed along his arms, and he watched as Mistair was struck in an instant, before his eyes maneuvered about and Vanguard finally found his target.
Vanguard maneuvered quickly to put himself somewhat in between Mistair and their assailant, his fires igniting as his body suffered from harm. Only barely recovered from their fight with Var, with only the new font of energy to thank for his current strength, Vanguard's eyes searched over the adversary cloaked in darkness, wielding a double-sided pike, and was only all too unsurprised to find that he couldn't analyze him at all. For all intents and purposes, he was nonexistent.
It was an annoying trait, and it wasn't the first time Vanguard had come across it. The implications that even his new eye wasn't capable of viewing the newcomer meant that it wasn't an error of mediums, either; at least, not if the medium was wave-based. Vanguard locked his pale gaze with the newcomer's blue one, his eyes moving rapidly as the shadows once again move to his whims. Flaring energy from his body, Vanguard ducked away and batted aside the shadows, using layers of fire to keep the strikes off of him, and using redirective force to steer them away from Mistair, too.
"To whom do we owe the pleasure?" Vanguard huffed, somewhat irritated, somewhat concerned. This was an entirely new face. Nothing was known about them, at least not from its current visage, and if this called for their time and attention, then they may lose more secrets from Sharo than they first intended.
Purple flames ignited from Vanguard's hands, around his eyes, out of the sides of his chest, and even the coils on his legs, as he exhausted the energy that flowed through him and prepared for what may very well be inevitable. Regardless of the answer, there was one thing that he knew for sure . . .
. . . the same amount of adrenaline and satisfaction he derived from besting Forte after witnessing him harm Mistair would be exacted from this individual for doing the same.
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Post by Raven8 on Sept 20, 2021 19:10:09 GMT -8
Vanguard wouldn't even be able to finish his first word. With a single wave of the weapon comes a set of pure white energy waves, small but exceedingly fast, followed by a direct and potentially fatal stab from the weapon at near point-blank range.
Whoever this is, he gave no time for banter, and no openings. His assault is relentless and highly focused. Vanguard wasn't dealing with a Navi quite like what he'd ever encountered before with this one.
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Post by Gaia on Sept 20, 2021 19:22:41 GMT -8
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Not even his first word being permitted, Vanguard released a "Tsk!" as he flared the verniers on his body and raised his flames against the assault, quickly maneuvering to use the intense heat to simply burn away the white energy waves, and then locked his gaze with the opponent as he came into close range.
With such close proximity, Vanguard held forward his hand and unleashed a blazing prominence of purple flames, the flames so intense to nearly be solid against the blow of the pike. As the flames were struck through, they dispersed and gave way, funneling what remained back into Vanguard's verniers. He erupted his pyre, and gave the newcomer his focus, as he locked his jaw and steeled his gaze. The reticles behind his vision flared, and the color of his reaver eye radiated. Moving his leg to widen his stance, Vanguard's eyes simply flared, and unleashed a maelstrom of explosive power into the air immediately surrounding him as reticles peppered the space and then erupted. The force of the energy he could focus into a single point was still incredibly strong, even without the ability to read his opponent.
The flames of his hands elongated and gave way to his signature arm cannon, unsure as of yet if Var's power was necessary in this endeavor, and not wanting to abuse the trust given in being granted the weapon in using it so haphazardly. Holding up the cannon, Vanguard unleashed a flurry of seven shots in rapid succession, each one tracking down his adversary in an attempt to pin down his rapid movements through the shadows.
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Post by Raven8 on Sept 20, 2021 19:41:17 GMT -8
There it was.
With Vanguard on the offensive, the shadow drops back in preparation for the oncoming onslaught, and then takes a firm stance. Through the shadows that hide the figure, Vanguard would see him stand tall in the face of the shots and actually raise his pike skyward, leaving himself wide open to the attack.
And that's when his armor finally breaks the darkness.
Flashing pure black and white rapidly, Vanguard would see his first real glimpse of this Navi. Average in height, and adorned in what appears to be extremely light-weight knight armor. A metal "visor" of sorts rises from above his face, with two spikes protruding from the sides. And amid the spectacle of this show of light and darkness alike, the form of the Navi's strategy becomes known. Vanguard's shots slow as they approach their target, and drift to the tip of the Navi's pike, where they're converted into a ball of pure energy many, many times more powerful than what Vanguard had just released.
The blue eyes of the Navi shine as he grips the weapon tighter brings it around, and releases a tremendously powerful wave of energy forward. However, the target isn't Vanguard; it's Mistair.... or so it appears. The wave arcs down along its path and then sharply turns upwards, sending a shockwave across Mistair's body as it rushes over her, and then crashes into the large window that overlooks the earth below.
The vessel begins to quickly decompress, with the air within rushing to the vacuum of space as an absolute torrent. Rubble from the battle with Var begins to pelt Vanguard and Mistair, making it even harder to see as the shadow makes his move.
With a leap to position himself in line with Vanguard and the window, the Navi drops his legs and slides forward with the vacuum while holding his pike behind himself. It takes only a split second to reach his target, but as he does he releases the last of the energy stored from Vanguard's attack into his pike and makes one tremendous, brutal slash at Vanguard's arms as he passes, while simultaneously attempting to secure a firm grip on both. The goal is now obvious; to dismember Vanguard, take the weapon that Var had been loaded into, and slide into the abyss of space as his escape.
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Post by Zane on Sept 20, 2021 19:55:33 GMT -8
The attacks were precise and made cleanly from his position after all, even managing the blow to the back of her neck. She had dropped to a knee, but had managed to guard for herself in enough time to remain with her wits still as the concealed and thinly placed veil on that area of her neck faded away after the strike. And they set about trading blows quickly as the unveiled one wasn't here for any sort of discussion and was out to accomplish his objective, which she hoped Vanguard would notice laid squarely on him right now. It would ring back to what she said about the rippling effects of his decision here even before she spoke them even more plainly here. The next problem would be Vanguard going for that level of aggression against this one, as that was bad move to make as it was. The thin veil she used before would appear around her instead to catch the destructive arc that passed over her as the window as he caused a bit more of a problem there too. It was unorthodox, but she would have to deal with the collateral from there. She would keep herself planted where she was as Vanguard was aware now that the person was planning to escape with Var in hand, meaning the stakes were higher than Vanguard first thought.
"He returns what you deal and then some, so be careful with how you attack him and be aware he doesn't have to return it exactly how you sent it."
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Post by Gaia on Sept 21, 2021 17:15:56 GMT -8
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It happened quickly; thankfully, when it came to his own reflexes, Vanguard wasn't a slouch. While seeing the Navi for the first time, Vanguard didn't get long to marvel at him before everything took place. Dealing with a navi that took his power and used it against him wasn't something Vanguard was unaccustomed to; if nothing else, Deav made him aware of that potential. Still, he not only took the energy, he amplified it further, and was incredibly calculating with his use.
As the streams of energy came rolling past and shattered the window, Vanguard had to respond quickly or not only go flying into the void, but lose Var on his arm. Vanguard's vision was much more than just the space that his eyes covered in front of him, though, even as the debris began to fly; aware of his surroundings as though his eyes could see in a complete dome around him, Vanguard kept sight of his aggressor despite the concerns.
Acting with the same tenacity and focus as his adversary, Vanguard shuffled his chips and summoned a powerful blade to his arm, driving the blade into the floor as he magnetized his boots, using those two means to keep himself grounded. Keeping his focus on his aggressor, he watched as he slid towards him, using the gravity and planning to use momentum to tear Vanguard's arm right off, but decided to give him an unfortunate taste of his own medicine.
Like a shadow, Vanguard dispersed, the blade slashing through nothing but coiling mists as he slid by. A moment later, Vanguard reformed from the shadows, not having moved an inch, and untouched, now glaring directly at their aggressor, still standing strong.
He recognized that Mistair being able to tell him anything about this entity that he otherwise could not analyze was perhaps a concern, but also what she had to share was nothing if not obvious. He released an explosion at him, and he returned it as a shockwave many times stronger. Still, the fact that her defenses were prepared for him didn't go unnoticed - a shimmering veil on her neck, an energy field around her body, and Mistair didn't seem all that surprised. He knew that she could see things that he couldn't; but didn't know to what extent. Whether or not she thought he was a threat at the time of first recognizing him, he wasn't sure, but she had decided not to bring it up for some reason.
Pocketing that concern for now, Vanguard cycled through his options in his mind, and loaded a chip into his holster that radiated a powerful red glow about his body. "Is there an upper limit to the power he can absorb and redirect? Is he like Deav, where rapid-fire is better than powerful blasts, or is all attacking just meaningless?" As with any new foe, the first steps were to act carefully; if she had knowledge, better to use it than to risk making any further mistakes.
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Post by Raven8 on Sept 21, 2021 17:50:00 GMT -8
No good, time to move on to the next plan.
The Navi reaches the lower edge of the broken window, catches the ledge with his feet and pike at the same time, and forces himself to a standing position in front of the point of no return.
Right where the debris is all headed.
The shadow raises his pike again and begins flashing pure white and black as he powers up. All of the bits of metal and scrap flying towards the window are gravitationally drawn towards the shadow, colliding with him and sparking into small explosions as the kinetic energy is transferred into the pike, which quickly comes down and around. But not into an attack, this time. Instead, the shadow vanishes and dashes directly towards Vanguard with the point of his pike squarely aimed at his throat, ready for yet another killing blow. At the last second, he re-positions the pike towards Vanguard's weapon arm again, and then brings it around with a dash to the side and a full bladed strike directly at Mistair's throat as he passes by while the arc of the strike releases another punishing wave of cutting energy directly at Vanguard before attempting a kill-shot. With the single, flowing motion of his attack complete, he drops his feet again and lets the flow of the surging air pull him towards the vacuum of space.
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Post by Zane on Sept 21, 2021 18:35:12 GMT -8
That was a curious first question to ask her and an awkward turn too. Usually they were asking Vanguard these things before a battle took place rather than him asking her. Well, she supposed the logical take would be to remove the curiosity and say that he likely assumed she knew all about their enemy was why he had asked her that kind of question in particular. If she were to take a go at this then...
"I imagine for someone built to reflect attacks their upper limit is reached when their other reserves are depleted first. He won't wait for me to finish this explanation so be prepared to work on the move. But if I were to hazard a guess based on his actions thus far..."
She would stop as he would be making his move now as she would make hers. If he came at her once he would again, it was just a matter of from where. This time it was for her throat again, meaning that at the very least they could confirm that he was always fond of kill-shots if he could. This was ideal though, as while he attacked Vanguard first she would take the time to put the full veil over him as she instead kicked back and let the surging air pull her down as she put her arm up as the weapon would strike against it, finding that the same power he used to present the new offense against her was also being used to present the defense on her arm. It was enough to make it a contest between their base values, in which case hers won out as she would land at the lower edge of the broken window first now to leave him in a pincer between herself and Vanguard as she once again locked herself in place as she had before.
"The pull to his weapon and his lack of concern for space should make it obvious what he has access to. Same as his lack of concern for how much power you fire at him. So first we start by putting a bit of distance between each other so he has to put more thought into aiming at us both. Next, if you don't attack he'll have to make a way to make a more effective attack. Or you can simply attack and then aim to counter as he plans to use his newly gained energy to counter him in the heat of the moment. Ultimately his weapon is the most pivotal part of his offensive paradigm. Don't assume that's all he has though."
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