'Those taking a step forward find themselves taking two steps back, all for want of a nail. What perhaps lies forward here?'
Mistair was glad to have Faith there to get out the good word for her. She wanted to as well but prioritized them getting out for once. And while she wanted to comment first, she instead had arrived from the pillar of fire with a smile on her face that gradually elevated from just a smile to a laugh of her own. It was nice to have that joke in mind given that harrowing experience. It was completely the opposite of what they had shown back at the camp just moments prior. This was what they would have preferred from that encounter back then. This time she had arrived with Vanguard and the others... except for Rosary? Could it have been due to which area they were sent to the prison camp from? It was her first guess at least as to what just transpired and while Rosary was a bit off, she would prefer if she ended up somewhere that was safe.
"We at least avoided becoming swimmers again. So much for cats hating water, right?"
Instead it was always the first approach set forth by the cat and then... well, things would go from bad to worse and then he would get out unscathed while the rest of them paid the consequences. She would find that was one area that she wouldn't budge on negotiations if she ever saw that unwanted face again. And she would make certain that no one stood in the way this time. That rise in emotion was quelled by her instead focusing on what Faith had said instead as she brought up a good concern to take care of for the time being. It looked like there were less restraints on the Armored Destroyer as she was able to send him over as was suggested without an issue while she didn't find herself able to do the same.
"When we have time to sit down after this I'll see what I can do about him. I think Rosary is missing thanks to not arriving there with us. It could have something to do with our destinations once we made it out."
Now began thinking of the various next steps that they had to take. She had a feeling that the suggestion coming up at least to get out of this situation would be obvious, looking over the landscape. Just as expected the destruction wasn't even visible at first, but it looked like it was flickering off and on now. From the serene landscape to a decimated land vastly beyond repair. The results of their confrontation with Rosso and Nero, as well as their defeat.
(Raven8 - AD's in Faith's imaginary PET until you return + he wakes up and can leave at his own whim. This is just so we aren't dragging his body around, basically)
Faith nodded in confirmation as the Armored Destroyer was transferred over -- she'd had secure enough protocols in place to keep unwanted intrusion out of her PET until he recovered, given her own expertise and all. Undoubtedly, he'd be gone by the time he did recover, but she was fine with that; he'd helped them in a pinch so it was only fair to return the favor.
Looking out to the shifting landscape, Faith took a moment to collect her thoughts after all they'd been through up until now.
" Never thought I'd be glad to see this place again. Even if it is just a trainwreck covered by a blanket. "
While contemplating their next steps, there was at least something she had to take care of herself. Being in the prison had limited her email capabilities, but now she could at least send one out to check on somebody she'd suspected was still in Sharo -- or what was left of it, anyway.
TO: Warrior, Jacob Rayner FROM: Faith Nymphra SUBJECT: ping! 🔒 BODY: Miss me yet? - Faith
The recipients being set to "Warrior" as well as "Jacob Rayner" normally differentiated between whether she was sending it to him directly or to his PET. Knowing he didn't take his PET with him into Sharo, if she got a response from that address then she at least knew he wasn't here anymore. And of course, the padlock icon in the subject line indicated that it was an encrypted email, so nobody here or otherwise could tap into it.
RECIPIENT: Jacob Rayner SUBJECT: ping! 🔒 ERROR - Request timed out
Faith closed her private display window after seeing the two error messages, knowing what they each meant but not entirely sure what to make of them for the time being.
" Hmm. "
If Rosary had indeed been ported back to another continental network, then it'd mean there was still some sort of connection that was available, but that they just couldn't use themselves. That definitely saved time for the trip back if they managed to crack it, but also implied that the control of Sharo's entire network was in the hands of those that put them in the prison, which made sense in the grand scheme, of course: it was one government facilitated service to another.
She wouldn't rest much longer on those thoughts now, instead concerning herself with where to go from here now that they had worked so hard to get back to where they started. They'd hardly made their first step the last time they were here, so it was essentially square one all over again.
" No hidden Cybeasts on anyone this time, right? "
Centurion arrived just before Faith did, and was alerted first by the arrival of Mistair and Vanguard, followed closely by the pair's joint laughter. He tried his own smile to lighten his mood, recognizing that this was a moment to celebrate.
Then, the terrain flickered, and for a moment he flashed back to where they were what felt like a lifetime ago. The shock caused his humanoid form to flicker, as well, but he quickly caught his spear and righted himself.
He wasn't as concerned with Rosary's loss, but looked around, as he was fairly certain Armiger and his bearer had left first. He looked to Vanguard, waiting to see what he would say, before responding to Faith's light-hearted joke: "No, no hidden cybeasts . . . I think."
Vanguard came down from the pillar of fire, and looked over to Mistair as she started laughing. It was so out of place, but he couldn't help but join in with her. He, too, found himself suddenly taken aback by the shift in terrain, pausing in his laughter and separating from Mistair. He saw Mistair doing a headcount, and followed suit, but couldn't help but laugh again at her comment.
"So much for a cat hating water, indeed . . . " Vanguard wasn't sure how he would have felt, being ejected from the underwater prison trying to escape water only to deal with the water anyways. He, too, found himself agreeing with Mistair's unspoken ire, knowing for a fact that he would execute every power he had to eliminate that particular pest if he showed his face, again.
As for the moment, though, there were other things to focus on. As Mistair said, they were missing Rosary, and had the opportunity to continue what they had originally come here for, but there was one more thing that seemed to be out of place.
She had to give a nod about the other two that were missing. What caused that to happen, then? Could their route have been intercepted on the way out and had them arrive elsewhere? She placed a finger to her chin as she started to run through the possible scenario besides the pair simply being delayed due to possibly a basic, though not entirely implausible error such as a delay or lag between each of their arrivals here.
"My assumption was that they would be here with us. But if they aren't here, there could be a number of reasons behind it."
Who would do something like that outside of their enemies? Was there a way to reach out to them? ...Would that way also get them caught up in whatever had snared the two of them? Or was it an intentional and guided decision to go elsewhere and if so, what purpose could it be? The list of outcomes was continuing to grow in her mind rapidly but they wouldn't necessarily have long to dwell on them. It wasn't as though they noticed any new presence, but there was a clear change in the area. So they wouldn't be allowed to catch their bearings easily either, was that it?
"...No rest for the weary either."
What could once be described as cold air felt more as if it was simply stifling, as if they were drowning while standing still. At the very least they could be certain that it was likely not Rosso or Nero this time, but another who was waiting for their movements once the camp had been penetrated. And approaching them was one in bulky blue and white armor, adorned with yellow and red gems. On the left arm was a yellow ring while at the waist was armor that gave off the appearance of large fins, a trident in the right hand.
"You did well for yourselves to defeat Silverhorn. You possessed the ability to accomplish that much at least. But there is not enough luck in the world to allow you to escape from me intact. Go ahead and resign yourselves to elimination and at the very least it shall be painless."
Even with the lack of presence it was as if they were staring at something else besides a specter, a being that had not an ounce of compassion within it. The words were spoken with cold indifference, as if it were logical and only a matter of course.
The sudden shift in tone from recognizing that they were missing Genesis and Armiger only got worse as a new face arrived. Vanguard turned, eyes flaring, but knew that the effort was a wasted one. Even from here, he could feel the fact that this being was without information for him to discern.
While he was no longer holding onto Mistair, he moved to be closer to her side than before, and looked over to Faith to try and catch her eye. This was a new opponent, and like all that came before him, he would know a lot more about them then they knew about him. A quick glance over his form made it clear what his specialty was, but that didn't make him any easier to deal with without knowing anything more about his abilities.
He'd just gotten finished celebrating that they wouldn't have to swim, too.
Vanguard felt the anger welling up in him at that thought, as simple as it was: One thing after another, was it? From Vamin to Deav, from Deav to Rosso and Nero, from them to that blasted prison, and as soon as they were done in the prison, as soon as they had escaped, this individual arrives to cut them off.
With how much they came into contact with these powerful foes, Vanguard was starting to wonder just what kind of threat this particular group of individuals created to warrant such constant attention. No rest for the weary, as Mistair put it, but what made them the target? And for another matter . . .
"We were told last time that the next time, our chips would be on the table. Is that this, then? So soon?
"What's your game? What is this all for? Why us, why now? We don't even know what we're being hunted for, or what it is we're really trying to stop. Removing sources of power, collecting Cybeasts and likely other powerful individuals, infiltrating world powers, and reprogramming the Net to do as you need it. All the pieces tell us that there's still so much we don't know, and for what?"
He was tired of moving around blindly. If they were going to be eliminated, as this individual said anyways, then he at least felt they deserved to know for what. That, and if he could delay this any longer, maybe whatever was holding Genesis up will bring them one more opportunity for survival.
Centurion moved closer to Faith as Vanguard began trying to get answers out of the newcomer, offering out his spear to her in preparation for what was to come. Regardless what this new individual said, if there was any chance of their survival, he would fight for it - and Vanguard, would, too.
Faith pondered over her own theories as to why Genesis went missing, but before much internal monologue could be made out of that, a new face had already appeared. Vanguard took the lead in asking the questions this time, so Faith let him before chipping in at the end in support of his query.
" You didn't expect us to just lay our bodies onto your trident while you held it out, did you? "
It was clear enough: the logical and painless proposal was properly declined, but Faith stayed quiet after that, implying she was waiting on him to answer Vanguard's questions as well. Her voice sounded a little chirpy considering the threat they had just been issued, but that was likely just residual gratitude from being free of the prison at long last.
She didn't grab hold to Centurion quite yet, giving the stranger the time to speak first and also leaving the option of his independence open for the time being, depending on how the situation progressed, as usual.
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He could understand why they were frustrated with their current situation. They had been running around pointlessly in their eyes all this time. As Vanguard's request would take a few more words to describe, he instead directed his head toward Faith, implying hers was going to be the first that he answered. She had asked a rather simple thing after all, and to that he already had a simple solution in mind as well.
"My expectations were for you to deny my mercy, thereby forcing me to waste three minutes of my time. But there was no reason to not attempt to be courteous about this."
It wouldn't cause him to back down, merely that it would be a waste of time for them to resist and easier on them both if they did in fact, fall onto his weapon of their own volition. At least then they would be allowed to extinguish themselves of their own choosing rather than making him do so. They may have valued three minutes differently, but he could be spending that time on otherwise more valuable things than a pointless attempt at resistance. Which left answering what they were going to be eliminated for, which must have been 'the chips being on the table'. He supposed that was something one of those two would have mentioned.
"Personally, I find this entire approach inefficient. Due to the centuries spent for things to reach this stage, however, I will see this through accordingly. Your lives that have been so wasteful until now will become the catalyst for the brighter future. As they are extinguished, be they Human or Navi alike, they will add to the kindling of the flame of evolution. Those ruined before you were just another step toward that directive, while your own timers had yet to expire. That is the difference between those who have been felled and those who have not."
Which meant that they were far from finished with their extermination process. She supposed that meant there was some sort of invisible timer that they were unaware and when that time was up, they would then proceed to eliminate you for that cause of theirs. But their attacks had engulfed the entire world, how many lives did they think they could just demand for some cause as vague as 'the flame of evolution'? She moved closer to Vanguard in that moment, having made her decision on this matter then and there quietly. He made no move to attack just yet, as if he were waiting for them to come to grips with his response.
Faith raised an eyebrow, but otherwise kept her poise. She hadn't shown aggression yet either, after all.
" Oh? So you're not a fan of these methods. But how could you be, with as abstract as all that was. "
He didn't sound persuadable either, though, so Faith wouldn't even try, despite having hinted at that angle in her tone.
His answer was likely a series of his own hints that would make sense later on if they were to look back on it with more context, but that was an odd way to present it for those who wouldn't have a "later on" after this encounter. If it meant that deaths and deletions were somehow feeding an engine for change, that only left more to question.
" I can respect your commitment, though. Even only a century's worth of dedication is far longer than I've ever been able to commit to anything, much less several centuries' worth. "
Human limitations were a real thing -- dedication like that would have had to have been passed on from generation to generation, but for a Navi or a group of Navis, it was an attainable standard.
" We won't waste more of your time and get straight to business, of course. But if the dead don't tell tales, there's no harm in being a bit more specific before we do, no? What's the step of evolution beyond Humans and Navis? And where does that put your timer? "
Not drawing her weapon still, but as promised, she'd do it when she'd gotten her answer. It seemed only fair she'd get to ask a real question like Vanguard did, but that was just a childish attitude to have, so she'd be ready nonetheless if he decided that spending four minutes instead of three was too much to bear.
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Of course, it would be another individual so sure of themselves and their cause that their cause was greater than any other, and their word was therefore law. As he remembered, however, if they had the strength necessary to impose their will upon them, then their way would be the only way. This high and mighty attitude was truly starting to get on his nerves.
As he also remembered, though, strength was not the only deciding factor in conflict. He listened to the stranger's answer, mulling over what he said in his head. If they were a catalyst, then they were using their experiments up until now to check for something - time went on and they were all slowly becoming something more, then? By releasing whatever energy they had, by accomplishing whatever goal eliminating he and his allies completed, they would put into motion the next level of evolution? Why did others have to be felled first? Were their powers crucial to fell others? There were still so many questions, and as the minutes stretched on, he knew he didn't have the time to answer them all.
"And what if you're wrong? What if the catalyst you're searching for, this extermination you are causing, will just birth more that will stand against you? No one knows your cause, no one understands what you're doing; who are you, to make decisions such as who lives, who dies, and when?
"Their lives aren't meaningless, and neither are ours. Centuries may give you a different perspective, but I refuse to lay down my life for a cause I know nothing about." The others had yet to draw their weapons, but his entire body was a weapon - already, his flames were coiling over his form, his body giving way to a purple pyre. He turned to look at Mistair, sharing her conviction.
". . . You're but one individual. Your power may be greater, but you've already admitted to the fact that you don't fully believe in what you're doing." He looked up to Faith and Centurion, next. "If whatever this greater stage of evolution requires that some must die, then it is a decision of who reaps the benefits and who does not. Whatever you're doing, you're playing god! . . . To stop such a plan is a cause worth dying for."
He lowered himself onto his knee to take his stance, but did not quite ready his weapons next, seeing if their would-be assailant would take to Faith's questions.
He appreciated Faith's stance on letting him stand on his own, but already felt greatly out of his depth. If Vanguard and Faith were at odds with this individual, he was way out of his league. He stayed quiet, unsure and uncertain, but tried to let himself be calmed by the presence of his comrades.
He didn't make any moves to attack with Faith's continued question, as it was true that it would be uneven if it proceeded in such a fashion. So for now he focused on what Faith had to say, and would respond in kind to her words with his own.
"For humans, the zenith of their existence is passing along to the next generation. Their efforts and works then change according to that generation, be it a step forward or a step back. For humans who can properly fulfill the necessary steps for that, the commitment required is telling enough. A species can only be held up to their limitations."
Many would hold them accountable for a variety of heinous deeds, but they could only see so far. Humans could merely act within the span of their lives as best as they saw that they could. They had plenty of flaws to accompany their plentiful benefits. But that could be a statement applied to all beings that existed in this universe. It was what caused creatures to strive toward that ever so distant dream of perfection. Or there were others content with themselves, aware of themselves, and fine with the limitations that they held.
"You are an example of an astute one. The horizon that lies beyond existence does not need a name, and yet names are said to possess their own meaning. That will be a name that they etch for themselves when the time has come."
This would lead into what Vanguard said all too well. What would stop what came after from rebelling against them? What would they use to subjugate those that followed the evolution? But the weight behind his words did not change as he turned his attention to Vanguard next, who spoke of the value of the lives that still were. He didn't disagree with the statements that he made. It wasn't as though they were groundless or thoughtless. Many would say that they were fairly spot on given their current standing and approach.
"You are correct that the lives are possessing of meaning: to become the fuel that they are meant to become. The right to "play at god" has been ours for as long as I can remember. Because while I do not believe in the methods taken, the end is without doubt the only proper course. I am merely one of the individuals to plot that course. As Faith touched upon, even I am not without a timer of my own. That god who failed to create anything grander than herself should have been just as aware of this, but she was blinded by the vanity of her own existence."
The pressure in the air changed immensely the very second he finished uttering those words. The others could withstand it, but Centurion felt as though he was going to be extinguished simply from existing in the same space as him. As if ceasing to be was merely a matter of course as plain as breathing itself was.
"Now... prepare to die for your cause worth fighting for. My eternity alone more than eclipses all that you represent. But you may weigh yourselves against it all you like."
Win Conditions: Escape Sharo. Defense:
Suffocating Might A foreign power unlike the powers in play. A power that chokes out those that resist and those that do not. Effects: 4 skills are removed from the opponent's available skills for the duration of the encounter of the victim's choice. Opponents that are v20 and above are able to disregard these effects.
Her dagger was drawn well before he finished; his threat only compounding as he kept going. While she did hold Centurion's spear now as well, the intent to flee rather than to fight was certainly on her mind.
By the same method she had sent the Armored Destroyer to her PET, she'd opened the path for Vanguard, Mistair, and Centurion to retreat to it as well.
Faith herself hadn't moved quite yet, though: likely to ensure they wouldn't be followed, but also to ensure they wouldn't be shot in the back while leaving. Pulsing Out took remarkably less time than one would think, especially since she kept herself in a partially Pulsed-Out state most of the time anyway: her "Lucid Transmission", as it was dubbed. It wouldn't be a chore for her to be the last to leave, then, as she wasn't heading to the PET herself anyway.
The silence was a bit uncanny coming from her... perhaps in acknowledgement of the danger?
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It was a sound choice in the face of the confrontation ahead. In fact there certainly didn't appear to be a lock in place to force them to stay... at least on the surface level, at any rate. But unlike the prison camp, it was as if some force was keeping them down instead. Something to the effect of locking the network without doing so? Her own state of being felt dubious as well, as if she wasn't able to do the final push to just become aware and Pulsed-Out back into the real world.
She didn't think it'd be that easy, despite the carpet being laid out to be. That was fine too, though: she didn't actually plan on leaving herself, only feigning the notion to get the others away for her more daft approach.
" I came with two others, and a third that's gone missing... "
A hammer, imbued with lightning, appeared in her hand. She neither swung it nor flourished it in anyway: by simply holding it at her side, as though entirely unprovoked, the terrain suddenly exploded as if making impact with an unseen, destructive force, seemingly in sync with the furrowing of her eyebrows. With her dagger in her other hand, and Deav's scythe crossed with Centurion's spear on her back, she looked nothing if not ready to engage, but still held her ground -- or what was left of it amidst the desolation.
Her idea was that the damaged network would help to reveal whatever was keeping them here, or at least provoke something further from Blu. Her primary focus wasn't left to the imagination though, as she continued on to beckon for more information.
" ... I intend to leave with as many, if not know where they've gone. "
Genesis and Armiger disappearing may not have been Blu's doing, but Faith wouldn't have known the difference. There being no sign of Warrior since she'd gotten here, though... that part left her more irate.
As for their escape: there were no immediate solutions in her mind. Any thing she'd thought up on the fly the enemy would have planned for ahead of time, no doubt. The Ural Tundra Southern Flats may not have been far from where they were, though. While they couldn't leave the network, there may have still been enough commotion caused by her destruction to make a retreat to there instead, if all else failed. She'd leave that to Mistair and Vanguard to figure out; their guest would likely entertain himself if left alone for too long, and Faith at least felt the most suited among them to bide their time.
[HP:4,800/4,800] Status: Normal (∞)
Regeneration: Faith restores 480 HP
Light Element: Faith can restore beyond her Max-Health up to 110%
° While at or above Max-HP, Faith gains +1 Attack Slot that gains damage equal to 50% of Light Element's excess HP (+240)
Optima Flux -- S Tier Faith is patient. She shows restraint until her enemy shows vulnerability. ° During her Supportive Phase, Faith can reallocate her stats using these ratios ° -120 Base Damage = +120 Regen (or) +60 Armor (or) +1 Attack Slot ° -240 Regen = +60 Base Damage (or) +60 Armor (or) +1 Attack Slot ° -120 Armor = +60 Base Damage (or) +120 Regen (or) +1 Attack Slot ° -2 Attack Slots = +60 Base Damage (or) +120 Regen (or) +60 Armor ° These reset on her next Supportive Phase when she may reallocate them again ° Conversions can only occur in these increments and cannot reduce a stat below 0 ° Faith cannot have passive HP, Armor, Regen, Attack Slot, or Base Damage Skills. Passive
Deav's Daughter -- Unison After being possessed by Deav, Faith was able to tap into his power when wielding his scythe. Despite having broken that weapon while defeating him later, she can still utilize his residual influence to amplify a Battle Chip's effect for a short time. ° Sacrifice Elemental Rage to merge with it, entering this form ° During Unison, Faith gains Break Lv5 ° Special Property: Unstoppable ° Faith's Attacks cannot be mitigated below 50% of the Attack's Base Damage. ° Faith's Broken Panel abilities may be used in spite of Panel Locks and remain locked for their base duration. ° Unstoppable has -4 CD ° Shine's charged attacks may become Elemental Rage at will, gaining its Name, Elements, Non-★ Effects, and 310 Damage 3 Turns
[::BattleChip:ElementalRageLv1:v21:"Break Element Chosen"::]
"So, the only value we possess is what we can pass onto who comes after us? To push our efforts into making something that will be better than where we are?
"What's the point, if we do not get to dictate how we pass that on? You tell us this is our only value, and yet you give us no autonomy in it. You're not just dictating who can and cannot live, you're demanding what can and cannot be - we must die so that the others can progress, but then how are we making something better for those that come next?"
He heard his words, and felt the stifling energy. Watching Centurion almost be blown away by it, he did not blame the new soldier from suddenly trying to follow the path granted to him by Faith, turning into an arc of lightning and attempting escape. He saw the danger of this moment, but he knew that he was not the type that could stand by and simply escape. He was taught to let himself be known, to show his beliefs plainly.
But even he knew when to fight, and when to retreat to fight another day.
It was then that Centurion hit some unknown barrier in the air, and was sent careening back down to the ground. Vanguard grimaced, realizing that something was holding them down. What was it, then? He tried looking through the code around him, focusing on the exit points, trying to figure out what needed to be done in order to lift this boundary. Of course, even if they did escape, there was no guarantee that they wouldn't chase them elsewhere. According to him, something equating to a god had already been felled . . . what chance did they have?
If they didn't, it would just confirm that they really didn't want them in Sharo. Based on that, then, why make it so hard to leave? . . . The only conclusion Vanguard could reach was that, like Rosso and Nero had said some time ago, there were some rules they had to play by. They didn't want them in Sharo, so he was here to destroy them . . .
. . . but he also couldn't get to them outside of Sharo, so he had to lock them in. One way or another, they have to be destroyed. It was a wild guess, but it was the best he had. If anything, that made their mission a tad bit more interesting.
". . . Faith, you know the area a lot better than I do. Think we can get to that location on my map while evading his attacks? Try to look for another way out along the way? I have this feeling . . ."
He stayed knelt down next to Mistair, the cannon forming on his arm and unleashing his signature blast. He put a little more juice into this run than was his norm, but was nonetheless testing to see for any basic defensive measures that would come up, or if he could even strike them through a mysterious defense.
Not only that, but as Faith was already thinking, if something was keeping them in, then maybe by taxing the network around them, it would force it to show itself. He placed a reticle behind the newcomer, which would catch the blast of energy from his cannon and scatter it upward into the air, causing the energy to rain down on the environment. He allowed the wave of energy from her use of the hammer to strike him, just because it was an easy way to get his flames going for the time being.
Vanguard's power is in his eyes, a powerful gift that allows him to stare into a target's code and see the critical point within which it flows. This power is not easily raised against an enemy that he has not extensively studied, and has grown more powerful as Vanguard has learned to control it. - Up to 5 of Vanguard's Passive Attack Slots are converted into stacks of Constant Charge. - Constant Charge can be spent to apply a multiplier to one Attack's Damage per turn (proportionate to an Optional Charge Multiplier, corresponding to the Constant Charge spent) - Constant Charge resets at the end of every turn [- Constant Charge does not substitute Required Charge [- Interruption removes all stacks of Constant Charge for 1 Turn -- [Passive]
His ability to expand his arsenal beyond normal margins has only grown more potent, allowing Vanguard to splice chips together with his normal weapons system flawlessly. - Vanguard expends uses from this skill to imbue their attacks with the effect of a Standard or Dark Chip of choice. Does not affect Mega or Giga Chips. -- When imbuing a chip, increase the attack's damage by the damage of the chip alongside adding the effect. -- Expend 1 Use to add a C-Tier or B-Tier effect from the chip to the attack. -- Expend 2 Uses to add an A-Tier or S-Tier effect from the chip to the attack. -- Cannot Copy ★ Tier Effects. -- Only 1 S-Tier effect can be imbued onto an attack at a time. The chip is still consumed, and all costs associated with using the chip must be paid. --- [Active, 3/9 Uses]
His signature system of reticles, overlayed either over his own vision, the opponent's body, or his weapons as he strikes. This reticle empowers any other that follows it. - Vanguard doubles the temporary modifiers added to the selected attack. This can only be applied once per attack. -- [Active, 3/5 Max Uses/Battle]
[2/2 DCE] x2 [::BattleChip:Dark PlusLv1:v21::]
::Element:Break:: ::Element:Seeking:: ::o:: Unstoppable - Adds Breaks Unbreakable Shields to 1 attack, this turn. [0/5] ::o:: Precision - Adds Fully Undodgeable to 1 attack, this turn. [0/1]
[5/6 Mega Chips] [::BattleChip:Full CustomLv1:v21::]
Equip Type: Feet Description: A piece channeling the stride of Vamin, who brings decay in his wake. Effects: Every odd turn, gain the positive effects of Lava Panels regardless of element.
1. [Zealot's Conviction] x2 A blazing decision, that all in his way must fall. [Base Damage: 240] [1,242,120] Fire C-Damage [60%] ::S::+ After use, applies one temporary effect affecting this attack to an attack next turn. x11 Damage from Constant Charge, selected. ::C:: Can be optionally charged for up to four turns, applying this effect for an additional turn per charge. This attack gains 1-CD per additional turn charged. ::o:: Auto Attacks for 4 Turns after use with full damage and effects. Only one instance of the attack may be in effect at a time. ::o:: If the only attack used this turn, gains x5.5 Damage. ::o:: Hits All ::o:: Fully Undodgeable, Breaks Unbreakable Shields ::o:: Cannot be Naturally Avoided ::°:: -1 Total Attacks/Use, 1-Turn Required Charge.
Centurion felt his existence be threatened by the very presence of this new individual, and felt the incredible intensity of the moment from that feeling. So, this is what they were up against, then, was it? How was he expected to stand up against something like this on his own?
He supposed that was kind of the point, then - to feel that it was as easy to cease existing as it was to breathe. Faith took him up into her hands, which was necessary - before his force, much of his own power felt meaningless, and the only option he felt remaining was the opportunity to be used as a weapon and kept alive by Faith.
There was nothing for her to discuss with this one. If anything something inside of her was screaming at her that there was nothing that she could do to reconcile with this one. Even more than the ones from before, the methods that he was willing to take and the lengths he was willing to go to were in the extreme. He would never falter nor waver. He was the opposite of what one would expect of someone who carried water by his side. But their goal would be moving through and finding their way out. If there was nothing visibly holding them down, then it meant she had at least one other idea of what to do for them to find their way out. But before that would be narrowing their search in Sharo to find what it was they were being kept from. And for that she would have to focus on defense in order to keep them afloat for as long as they needed to accomplish exactly that. Vanguard would notice her breathe in and out as she calmed down the agitation that she felt welling up inside and started to find her focus again, calculating exactly what they would need and how long it would take them to get across Sharo's landscape to reach their destination in question.
Panel Immunity used for Zeus Hammer.
Invigoration An enhancement to another, amplifying the target as necessary for the situation. A talent Mistair can spread across many, and one that she takes a fair deal of pride in. Effects: Varied based on three specifications chosen, each effect taking place over the next three turns for the duration of the battle. Version, Turns, Karma chosen.
Effects Granted this turn: Faith + Vanguard's Skills gain +5 uses. Centurion gains +3 uses.