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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2014 15:13:51 GMT -8
Location: Gigamerica, combat district Posts: 1 Intro, 5 Battle Judgement: Single (requested) Version: Set to 1 for this round.
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Post by Ion on Apr 21, 2014 9:59:13 GMT -8
Separated from the vaulting sea-towers that comprised the core of the Gigamerican network stood a single tower: the combat district. Housed within the tower was a veritable labyrinth of hellish tests, all designed to hone the skills of its participants and prepare the poor unfortunate souls for whatever the administrators could conceive would threaten their networks. Given the battle-born history of the net and the horrors navi’s have had to overcome in the past, Gigamerica had designed an equally grueling combat district that was highly customizable to every possible anticipated situation. They were no Creamland, they would not suffer the constant devastation that seemed to plague that network. Yet it was not inside this tower that the air shimmered, destabilizing, until the graphics sloughed off to reveal a man-sized oval of static.
Footsteps lightly pressing against the sheer white panelling that covered the top of the tower, Ion’s eyes reflected the brilliance of the radiant sun and azure skies above. Inhaling deeply and shuttering his eyes for the barest of moments, he let the stiff breeze caress his body, playfully tossing his white hair to and fro in the whirling eddies that graced this peak of valour. Tasting the tang of the ocean below in the air above, Ion couldn’t help but grin at the location for this battle. Though not particularly large, the battlefield was bare of any obstacles, it bore no signs of conflict and had no guardrails to protect against falling. Stretching his arms wide as he strode to the center of the tower’s roof, Vince patched through to give Ion an update on their situation, ”Ion, we’ve got clearance, let your opponent know and let’s give them a spicy opening battle!”
Flashing Vince a quick thumbs up to indicate that he had heard above the gusting wind, Ion could feel the flush of giddiness working its way up from his gut to his cheeks. It was then that a small window popped up in front of him, reading the terms quickly, Ion clicked [OK] and accepted both the area lock and power restrictions that would limit him to V1 capabilities again.
Flexing both gauntlet laden hands, Ion thought back through the years to when he was a V1 and what he was capable of then. Reaching through the length of his lifetime, it seemed like eon’s ago that he had had such limitations imposed on him, now it was time to see what the sum of a lifetime had gained him. A navi named Armored Destroyer was to be his opponent; a name that seemed fitting considering that he had fought Giga Napalman as a V1. A self-deprecating smile tugged at his lips as he thought, ”Perhaps this battle won’t end with me getting blown into a whole new network...”
Shaking himself from his reverie, Ion called out to the opponent that no doubt had already arrived and informed him of the small tweak they had made to the battle, ”Hey! Pleasure to meet you! We’ve arranged to have one special environmental condition added to the battle per fighter.” Motioning with his chin upwards at the quickly accumulating spectator screens and those overseeing the battle on behalf of the tournament, he called out again, ”I think it’ll be fun to have five sets of five rockcubes drop in random placement from the sky” With his request input, Ion awaited AD’s response to all this and began to focus up for battle, allowing the soft sunshine to soak into his back, warming and calming his mind simultaneously.
[Environmental Condition 1: At the start of Ion's turns 5 Rockcubes fall from the sky in random placement]
((OOC: I'm not going to be targeting AD with these, that would be super lame. But equally, if I don't RP the placement of all 5 blocks each turn, you're free to place them and RP their descent as you see fit. This should add a nice 3D dimension to the battle once they start stacking ;D)).
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Post by Raven8 on Apr 21, 2014 17:25:01 GMT -8
*In a manner similar to Ion, the nameless Navi with armor of deep violet hue enters the scene, teleporting in and taking a firm foot-hold on the shining white tower's peak. It takes just a moment for him to spot his target, and in that moment nothing else matters. With eyes locked, the Armored Destroyer slowly begins to circle around Ion, his every step landing heavily onto the metallic surface as he goes. He then stops directly in front of the bug Navi, staring him down from a few yards away. He gives no response, be it with words or actions, to any of Ion's friendly words. The only response to anything from him is his acceptance of the terms of the battle, and the denial of making any additional changes to the battlefield.
With his typical dead-serious demeanor, the vengeful Navi silently stares down Ion with an unwavering gaze. His arms rest at his sides and his fists clench tightly as he awaits the signal to start*
(OOC: okie)
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Post by Ion on Apr 26, 2014 21:01:46 GMT -8
Like the solemn prelude to a juggernaut’s entrance the steady throb of the Armored Destroyer’s footsteps seemed to resonate through the ground. Ears tracking him as he made the full circle only to come to a rest before him, Ion was met with a wall of malevolent silence. Was it malevolent? The eyes and their implications seemed to speak of a certain unbridled aggression, yet it did not seem to be drawn from Ion’s presence but instead a deep well of roiling passion. Above all though, the manner in which AD held himself made no question of the navi’s battle experience. Azure eyes losing their friendly shimmer as the silence stretched on between them, a steely glint rose, unblinking to meet the unwavering gaze of his opponent. Like two shards of ice splintered from the immutable force of a glacier Ion’s eyes remained locked on his enemy’s. Remaining stock still as the wind tore at the air between them, Ion felt the wind gaining force as it whistled down the final few seconds before combat began.
Finally with nothing more to delay the onset of carnage, five stony cubes appeared in a positioning akin to the 5-side of a dice: two positioned to the left and right of Ion, one directly centered between Ion and AD, and two more flanking AD just as they had Ion. Seeing them form about 5 meters above the ground out of his peripheral Ion already knew how he would approach this battle. No matter how you approached him, the Armored Destroyer was a veteran of the battlefield and no doubt possessed a focus unparalleled in the general populous. In that they were not so different perhaps...
As the rockcubes began their descent, Ion made his move in the very same instant. The quiet vertigo of falling forward overtook Ion as he sprinted directly towards the position where the middle rock cube would land. With a thunderous crash all five rock cubes landed in unison and two simple daggers with orbs in their hilts flashed into Ion’s ready grip. Side-stepping it with animal grace, Ion jammed a dagger into the side of the rock cube to balance his sudden direction change and used it as a hand-hold to jettison himself forward even faster. Leaving it lodged in the center of the cube, Ion raced forward with aggressive speed directly towards the rock cube on the Armored Destroyer’s left side. A meter before it he leaped, clearing the top of the rock cube with the second dagger dragging along the top edge. The blade edge glowed with the same quiet intensity that Ion’s eyes held as he stared down at the Armored Destroyer’s form in mid-air, yet unlike his eyes the dagger’s glow tore through the network for the entire length of the rock cube. The sound of jeans tearing rent the air as a sudden torrent of water burst from the sliced network. With the crushing pressure of the oceans depth’s to fuel the torrent, the water would strike the Armored Destroyer with all the weight of the ocean surrounding the combat tower. If one was exceptionally astute or lacking in armor, they would notice that the water carried small metal shavings along with the devastating torrent. They did not possess the shape to puncture or even the mass to injure but they were present in an otherwise salty crush of water.
Leaving his dagger sunk into the corner of the rock cube, at the end of the network tear he had caused, Ion landed lightly to the left of the Armored Destroyer’s backside. Two more daggers hilts kissed Ion’s palms as the daggers took a slightly different shape, these were stout, thick shards of brittle metal, made to puncture armor and shatter. An oily sheen of sickly black liquid covered the blades, the only indication to telegraph their sinister intent before the poison would nauseate and wear on his enemy. Eyes having never left the Armored Destroyers body since before his leap, Ion tracked his form through the obliterating torrent. Knowing that the other rock cube would catch AD if he hadn’t moved quickly enough, Ion ducked beneath the heaviest of the flow and lashed out with the cold efficiency of a butcher with both daggers; starting with a potentially crippling thrust into the left knee joint followed up by a staggering stab into the left armpit, Ion twisted both daggers after each thrust ensuring that they would shatter off in AD’s armor should they land.
As both daggers broke off in his hands, Ion threw himself bodily into the edge of the high pressure stream and in an instant was carried around the rock cube and almost blasted completely off the platform. His entire offensive had been carried out in seconds and with fluid confidence in both his ingress and egress. Having dragged another dagger with an orb in the hilt through the panelling to slow himself and exit the horizontal geyser, he left it, yet again, sunk deep into the panelling. If the spectators thought to look, they would notice that the blades with marble-sized orbs on the end of their hilts had actually merged with the material they had been sunken into. All that remained of each dagger was a hilt seamlessly protruding from their resting places.
Eyes scanning the area around the 5 rock cubes, Ion’s breath came deep and strong as he shook out his left hand to relieve the pins and needles it had acquired from being jarred against the Armored Destroyers armor. ’I won’t be able to open another...we’ll have to work with just that...’ As this thought flashed through his mind, he was already sinking into a defensive position to prepare for the counter that would doubtlessly be coming.
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Post by Raven8 on Apr 27, 2014 8:59:52 GMT -8
(OOC: Glad you're feelin' better man)
[1/5]
*Like a starting shot, the appearance of the rock cubes signals the beginning of the fight, and Ion, the master data-manipulator, immediately takes the initiative. Quickly realizing that Ion's momentum put him at an immediate advantage, the destroyer prepares to defend against the inevitable onslaught. With Ion moving like a bird of pray, sweeping around for a perfect vantage point to make his stroke, the nameless Navi keeps his stance loose and his gaze fixed; a strategy that allows him to see the tear in reality as its made and recognize what's coming next.
Narrowing his eyes and clenching his fists, the destroyer quickly slams his feet into the ground in a powerful defensive stance and plants the anchoring spikes in his leg-armor into the roof of the tower. He then leans into the oncoming torrent and crosses his arms in front of his face, braced for impact. The next second, the water slams into him like a tsunami, forcing his forward-stance back to a full stand, yet failing to move him from his anchored position as the energy from the waves are transferred into the tower itself, rendering all but the scraps of metal, which pummel into the destroyer's hardened armor with little effect, nearly nullified.
Knowing that this tactic puts him at somewhat of an immediate disadvantage, the destroyer looks through the torrent for anything that might give even the faintest signal of an oncoming assault. Anything from movement to a mere shadow wasn't to be ignored, and soon he sees his signal flying right for him through the water. Breaking stance slightly, the destroyer reels back one of his arms and slices a tightly clenched fist through the waves, sending out a cascade of water and metal shavings across the tower while impacting Ion with a shattering blow as he approaches from the front..... or, rather, impacting the stone-cube that had been swept away with the torrent. The destroyer's innate breaking power proves itself more than formidable against this obstacle as he effortlessly crushes the cube into rubble with a single blow, but in that split second he realizes that this target wasn't what he had expected, and that this move had left him wide open. Giving up on directly countering Ion's next move, the destroyer quickly releases his anchors and activates one of the two jets on his back, allowing himself to be swept away by the current and causing him to spin rapidly as he does so. The momentum of this move combined with the raw strength of the destoyer's armor allows him to deflect Ion's daggers and jets him chaotically out of the cunning strategist's immediate range. Activating his second jet a split second after riding the wave, the destroyer regains control over his trajectory and comes to a solid landing near the edge of the tower and just outside of the still-raging river that now pours down to the ocean below like a waterfall.
Forcing himself to quickly recover from the disorienting effects of his emergency escape, the destroyer re-starts the jets on his back with a bright blue flare and makes a powerful leap into the air straight for Ion. While rising, he quickly thrusts his arms forward fist-first and takes quick aim with his wrist-mounted guns, set to rain destruction down from above. However, at the apex of his jump, he quickly turns in mid-air and rockets down into the waves of the still-raging torrent and into the center of the battlefield, impacting the roof of the tower like a grenade as he releases a payload of explosives at the last second. The result is a massive tower of energy that blasts skyward and shatters the top layer of the roof that took the brunt of its power. But this attack also does far more than that; because of the still-raging stream of water raging in the epicenter of the blast, a crown of seawater, rubble from the shattered rock-cubes, the shards of metal within the steam, and bits of the roof-top from the blast itself, rages outward and upward in all directions along with a cloud of steam from the heat of the blast. For a moment, the entire field is entrapped by raging entropy, and the destroyer makes his real move.
Still aware of Ion's position a second before the blast, the destroyer cuts his way through the shroud of chaos to close the gap. Near the edge of the tower, he cuts his jets, plants his feet, and crosses his arms over his shoulders as an opaque red visor drops down over his eyes from the overhang of his helmet. He then quickly uncrosses his arms and throws them around to a fully outstretched position while rapidly firing his cannons. The result is a line of fire that lands near the edge of the tower and even farther obscures the battlefield. Just as the solid white energy-blasts reach their maximum, the destroyer makes one final dash; directly through the line of fire and into Ion. Seeing his target through his own line thanks to his visor and using his jets once again, he vertically spins and rises in mid-air before falling like a meteor through the clouds of steam, rubble, and water, directly on top of Ion using the back of his steel-clad heel for a brutal spinning-axe kick which releases a downward shock-wave into whatever it connects with. With his spinning and falling momentum stopped from the kick, the nameless Navi uses his still outstretched leg to flip back and away from Ion, landing firmly on his feet not far from the stone cube that still unnaturally gushes wave after wave of sea water, knowing full well that this show of power would be nowhere near enough to phase the tactician that he now faces*
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Post by Ion on May 4, 2014 12:47:01 GMT -8
And did the counter ever come. Having felt the blades shatter as they deflected harmlessly away from AD’s momentous escape, Ion had mere moments before the immense strength of his opponent was clearly demonstrated. Cool eyes tracking the jet assisted leap through the air, Ion noted the wrist mounted artillery that was aimed directly for him, instantly reacting by sprinting towards the center of the arena so his options for manoeuvrability were increased it immediately became apparent that he had made a dire mistake as the Armored Destroyer plummeted from the air with the destructive might of an avenging angel bent on scouring the world clean.
In a split second the world had erupted into a hellish cacophony of screaming elements. Moving quickly outwards from the central point of impact the towering inferno of heat, sound, steam and shattered shards of their world moved in impeccable timing with AD’s movements. There was little doubt that this navi was designed for immense power output and possessed the battle-mind to support perfectly coordinated strikes. This was only proven further as he mercilessly unleashed a wave of cannon fire in tandem with the expanding tower of explosive purification. Having completely placed himself out of position, Ion didn’t even have the opportunity to turn to address the cannon fire that raced towards his back as the shockwave wall of heat and steam approached from the front. It was then that the Armored Destroyed demonstrated the true nature of his devastation with his axe kick. Breathtaking power, immovable defenses and the true lethal edge to his abilities: uncanny manoeuvrability.
Scrambling for a foothold, for a direction to move, Ion’s eyes grew wide as the shadow of the Armored Destroyer flicked above him. A final thought flickered through his mind as the heavily armored navi’s weight and immense momentum came crushing to a devastating climax, ’Perfect coordination. Too fast’. First came the pummeling force of AD’s central explosion, washing over Ion, searing his body as the steam and shattered remnants of rock cubes and his own metallic shavings cut through his light body suit. Before steam could even begin rising from his battered body the cannon fire tore through him, opening gaping wounds through Ion as his data began to destabilize. Bathed in firestorm, riddled with cannon fire, the last strike landed with decided finality. The axe-kick tore through Ion’s collarbone and the resulting shockwave rent his data even further. Panels cracking up to a radius of three away as the Armored Destroyer leapt to a position of safety near the still-gushing tear in the network, Ion dropped to one knee. Then another. A thick, choking silence filled the air as the explosions and steam dissipated. Eyes fixated on the Armored Destroyer as his data began to visibly drift away from him, Ion’s ice blue eyes were filled with what could only be described as cold acceptance. His face now a macabre mask of seared red flesh and agony as he forced himself back onto one knee. Swaying, eyes never leaving the Armored Destroyed, Ion struggled to both feet. Standing unsteadily before raising a palm filled with raw energy in the Armored Destroyers direction. But before he could release it, Ion’s data drifted completely apart.
Because this farce was over.
On feet, floating mere inches above the ground for complete silence in his approach, the true Ion stepped out from behind the gushing rock cube with the Armored Destroyers back square to him. Taking a sticky grenade in each hand, Ion shoved both through the bottoms of the Armored Destroyers jets. Wasting not a moment as his position would be instantly revealed once he touched AD, Ion flipped over the Armored Destroyers head as he would no doubt turn to see what had pushed him from behind. If he was lucky, he would have a second of disorientation to land a strike from the front before the Armored Destroyer could process what had pushed him and where it went. The slim grenades he had slid into AD’s jets were not the regular explosive variety though, they were thermite grenades and their destruction power lay not in blowing outwards, but binding and melting inwards. As the dual charges ignited, they sent molten thermite scattering within the jets effectively cutting through parts and welding other components together. It is a hellishly destructive form of targeted incapacitation that even water cannot quell. In mid-air over AD, Ion touched one hand to the three cores of pure bug embedded in his breast from a strike taken from Revelation Forte’s Gospel Claw. Drawing on them in their entirety, Ion’s forearm was instantly enveloped with raw, uninhibited corruption. White glove blackened and angry green veins running from tip to elbow, his fingers had grown razor sharp claws and grey bracers had formed to support his wrist. Landing lightly in a crouch in front of the Armored Destroyer, in tandem with the 5 rock cubes landing randomly around the arena, Ion did not hesitate in plunging his fist into the Armored Destroyer’s abdomen. Lethal, glitch-laden claws supported by bracer and unseemly penetrating strength, the thrust was more akin to a piercing sword than a blunted punch. Drawing back, he swiped a corrupt claw across AD’s face, helm and annoying eye lens, in the hopes of tearing the lens away at the very least and buying an instant more to channel his stored energy properly in his non-corrupt hand.
With a focus as keen as the sharpest blade, Ion brought his uncorrupt palm up to rest on the Armored Destroyers chest plate. The reaction on light impact was instantaneous. A pulse of anomalous data exploded between them, dirty white light erupted from beneath his fingertips and a circular shockwave of infectious corruption cut across the arena dissipating far out to see. Where the shockwave touched an errant cloud it would begin to react erratically, randomly changing hues, pulsing between releasing precipitation and drifting lazily. The effect was clear. Any of these corrupt strikes would result in debilitating glitches, unfortunately for AD, like any potent poison, concentrations accumulate...
Stepping just outside of arm’s reach, Ion remained uncomfortably close to the Armored Destroyer as he sunk into a deep defensive stance. One arm stained with the black of pure taint, while the other remained white with the crackle of raw energy surrounding his navi crest, Ion took a moment to reflect on the switch he had made with his clone during his initial dash. With the momentum of falling forward, he had dashed directly towards the rock cube but he had remained behind while the clone skipped out and used the dagger to catapult himself forward with similar speed. From then it had been easy to position himself out of sight using the rock cubes as cover, though the air strikes from AD had startled Ion and he had been forced to dawdle longer than he had hoped behind the farther cubes. Luckily his second half had understood the need for a drawn out death to buy time for the true Ion to position himself behind the Armored Destroyer on wind imbued feet. He had also done an admirable job of setting up the field...
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Post by Raven8 on May 6, 2014 17:56:54 GMT -8
[2/5]
*In the wake of his onslaught and the resulting destruction, the Destroyer looks on with a stoic glare, showing neither compassion nor joy as the dust clears and reveals Ion, badly beaten and quickly decompiling before him. With a stone-cold, unreadable face, his watchful eyes remain locked until the master tactician raises his hand to fire off one last shot.... at which these same unfeeling eyes widen slightly and break to the side*
....it can't be this easy.... this isn't him.
*The realization causes the brutal Navi to turn on a dime to try and catch what he knew was coming next... but Ion, the true Ion, had played the game too well. Feeling a sudden push on his back, the destroyer's eyes widen. Without even looking back, he knew approximately what Ion had done, and it was enough to cause a momentary glimmer of fear.
Feeling the heat rising and knowing what would happen next, the armored Navi grits his teeth and turns to Ion, shutting his thrusters off entirely and ignoring the burning thermite. At least for as long as he could. Clenching a fist and raising his cannon-strapped arms in a manner similar to a boxer, the armored Navi catches each of the jagged claws and deflects them away from his body, each strike leaving his armor more and more blackened with corruption; charred as if burned, yet glowing with the radiation of the bugs that even now try to disassemble his data while the thermite fires continue to grow. From both perspectives, time was quickly running out.
Already set to defend, the Armored Destroyer quickly raises his arms against Ion's point-blank glitch attempt, pushing off and facing both hands directly toward the data-manipulator as the flash of jagged power emanates in all directions. This motion takes the brunt of the energy, causing the same black taint that scars his armor like jagged cuts to instantly course down his arms like electricity as the raw force slams both of the destroyer's arms into his chest. The resulting force of the blow combined with the weakening effects of all that Ion had already done sends the armored Navi skidding on his feet to the near edge of the field, where he stands battered and looks up to Ion with a pure rage in his eyes....*
?: ...I never... expected....
*As he speaks, a white flashing begins to erupt from the destroyer's back. In the mere seconds since they began, the thermite grenades in his thrusters are already reaching critical mass. The destroyer flinches as he continues to hold onto his chest, which still glows in the palms of his hands. However, in spite of it all, the destroyer's eyes flash and his anger turns to a grin....*
?: ...for you to play into my hands so easily.
*Kicking off from his precarious position, the destroyer suddenly back-flips.... straight off the edge of the tower. As he does so, something becomes painfully obvious.... the raw bug data that had been glowing from his chest was actually being held in his hand like a bomb. In his own signature style, the destroyer hadn't taken the blast, he had literally caught the energy that it released. And now he had plans to use it. Doubling back before he disappears, the destroyer absorbs the glitch-data and arms it into one of his cannons, the barrel of which instantly elongates into something of kin to a rifle barrel. He then takes aim at Ion while falling, and disappears over the side.
With one final flash of his main thrusters, the destroyer releases the rapidly burning machinery and sends it flying over his back and directly into the polished tower. In yet another spectacle of sight and sound, the tower quakes from the impact and a large hole is blasted into view. Now perfectly positioned, the destroyer ignites the secondary thrusters on his feet, which provide just enough thrust to launch him into the hole. From here, the results visable from the outside speak for the happenings within. An area of the tower roughly ten feet below the main platform suddenly lights up and blackens, revealing a massive amount of glitch data, followed by a cataclysmic explosion that blasts outward from all directions, shattering the walls of the tower. In an instant, the top of the tower tips to one side with a great, crackling moan, and grinds against its own broken walls, sliding off to reveal nothing but an inferno inside of the hollow opening. Using his own might combined with the tactical and glitching powers of Ion, the destroyer attacked not Ion, but the tower itself, which was already weakened from his previous choices in both attack and defense. And the result came as the battlefield falls from its perch miles above the earth and begins a rapid descent into oblivion below.
As the platform falls, the ground below Ion suddenly quakes again, and the destroyer erupts from below the fallen platform with an explosion. Reaching through the rubble and flames, he grips Ion by the chest of his armor, lifting him up and holding him eye-to-eye*
?: You gave me the tools and sealed your own end. I can survive the inevitable impact of this tower. But it will rip you to pieces.
*Reeling back his free arm, the destroyer thrashes his fist across Ion's torso, exploding on impact and tearing the glitch Navi away. As the earth below grows ever-larger and the still-standing tower flies by in the background, the destroyer stands tall before Ion. Thrusting one of his arms to the side as if to shake off an excess of water, the destroyer tosses aside the bug-coating on his arm, though the gashes remain. In doing so, he reveals another of his rare attributes; an outright resistance to the corroding powers of the bug element.
The stage now set and a time-limit on Ion's ability to achieve victory, the destroyer sets his feet and motions for the master tactician to make his move. In order to win, all that he has to do now is survive his opponent's onslaught; not an easy task with his main thrusters gone*
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Post by Ion on Aug 24, 2015 12:11:31 GMT -8
As the words of the armored destroyer hang in the air, chokingly thick with rage and mockery alike, Ion switches his focus to the peripheral in order to check on the accumulation of metal shavings from the dimensional rift. It was in this moment that everything began to go terribly awry. With a tainted white orb of pure energy clutched to his chest, arms charred and blackened with raw power, AD demonstrated the true extent of his battle prowess. There were no words to describe the terrifying confidence that only further implied the abilities of the navi that had been placed before him, even with his primary thrusters crippled there was no hesitation in diving off of the edge of the tower.
The next moments stretched into eternity as Ion began a headlong dash towards the edge to see what he needed to contend with. Heart throbbing in his ears, his dash ended after his second step with the guttural rumble of the tower. The sound of an explosion reaching his ears a fraction of a second after the deep shudders of the tower broke his stride. Looking to the ground, attempting now to find a shattered panel to look through so that he could get a visual on AD, Ion saw one mere meters away. This was a futile observation, for in the next instant his very world shatters. A cacophony of screaming steel, air alight with the brimstone heat of hellfire and the telltale shockwave of glitched energy that warped the world into a madman’s wonderland all betrayed AD’s true intentions. Already the tower was groaning like a giant beast decrying its regret in consuming such a volatile being, Ion could feel the combat tower shifting, the entire monstrous battlefield coming loose from its resting place…
Head ratcheting about, looking for an angle, looking for a way out, anything that could reconcile this unsalvageable situation to his advantage. He had to get off before AD sent him to his demise the easy way. It was then, that for some inconceivable reason, the armored destroyed lunged through the panels like a demon of retribution intent on receiving his pound of flesh, having no defense for such a scenario, Ion was roughly grabbed by his chest and held before AD…glacial eyes met unbridled rage….
”You gave me the tools and sealed your own end. I can survive the inevitable impact of this tower. But it will rip you to pieces.”
Feeling the explosive impact of the armored destroyers fist connect with his torso, Ion was blasted about 3 meters away. Landing heavily, Ion’s breath came short and he could feel that the single punch had dealt him considerable damage, shattering the small amount of junk data he had managed to summon to soften the blow…which it didn’t. Immediately pushing himself to his feet, he saw AD shake the blackened corruption from his limbs with the equivalent concern of washing ones hands after touching something dirty. The fact that the glitch laden claws had rent AD’s armor did not escape Ion though. ’He’s right…’ it was a disturbing reality that Ion immediately accepted and it reflected in his eyes. Removing the hand that had been clutching his chest, Ion spared only a few words on AD, after all…time was more precious than ever now, “Then I’ll end you before this hits the ground.”
Holding out his gospel infected hand, the malignant emerald veins retracted, bugged data condensing into a pointed spire that he simply slid back into his chest alongside the other two wells. Clapping both pure white hands together, the raw, unfiltered energy that AD had used against him seconds ago was forgotten as he drew on purified energy. In the very simplest terms, Ion was a network filter, he drew glitches, corruptions and bugs from networks, purified them and used the resulting data and energy for his own purposes; purified energy is so much easier to manipulate than the unprocessed variety…
’Two targets...crack him open. Precision, speed.’ The core elements of his thoughts, pressed urgently to the front of his mind. He knew he did not possess the sheer destructive power of AD, but he had the mobility advantage now and Ion lacked little when it came to precision butchery. The light between his palms grew to blinding intensity as he drew upon reserve after reserve of energy, circulating it within his body until he could feel the feverish quiver of power flush his body. Swinging both arms out, pulsing strands of energy swung wide to each side, first forming spherical orbs of energy then rapidly tearing fragments of metal, glass and reinforced panelling from the side of the tower as they descended. With his back to the tower as their battlefield grew ever closer to AD’s crushing victory, Ion dispelled all pretense of trickery as he sprinted to close the short distance. In one hand was a simple silver icepick, the other formed a screaming saw blade, and in Ion’s eyes the singular focus of dismantling the machine before him. Leading with his momentum behind the sawblade, Ion aimed directly for AD’s chest. Translating the intent to make this a battle of strength in his stance, Ion suddenly detached the blade, shooting it forward towards AD’s chest and with a vicious speed stabbed into the left knee joint of his armour three times before diving to AD’s right. Each stab a new, probing angle trying to gain purchase on what he knew must contain a weaker joint somewhere. Mid-jump Ion had summoned another metal shearing saw blade and with a single thought, the hovering daggers that had finally finished forming bolted forward. A brutal firing squad of twisted junk daggers aimed directly for AD and they carried the same simple silver shimmer that the Break Element ice pick had…
With seamless fluidity, Ion drove his second spinning sawblade towards AD’s waistline. Power coursing through his limbs, he carried his body weight and momentum into what he hoped would be a suitably damaging strike. If AD turned to deal with him, he would have terrible back pain tomorrow as well as drag Ion’s sawblade along his own waistline, if he choose to deal with the breaker daggers, Ion would have all the more time to lay into the armour that his opponent was so aptly named for. With what would no doubt be a jolting impact, Ion lessened his pressure on the sawblade and began going to town with the ice pick. Stabbing into armpits, necklines, shoulder plating. Anywhere he saw a seam was instantly a target for his frenzied assault. With both sawblade and icepick working overtime, it was clear that Ion had no intention of moving away from AD. He maintained a constant distance that was barely within arm length of AD, just enough to react and avoid being grabbed directly but close enough to make firing a weapon an almost impossible feat.
In his peripheral, Ion saw a Break imbued dagger miss its target completely and land solidly in the paneling with his signature white orb mounted in the hilt. A minor increase in the speed of his ice picking brutality was the only thing that could have betrayed frustration that they had not targeted the Armored Destroyer perfectly.
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Post by Raven8 on Oct 26, 2015 19:07:45 GMT -8
[3/5]
The attacks, though precision-pointed and well thought out, meet a similar fate to the bug strikes from earlier as the relentless destroyer reveals himself to be elementally resistant to every blow. However, this revelation also comes at a cost; Ion's overwhelming speed and amazing butchery manage to land blow after blow; A shield here, a dodge there, but still a number manage to land true against key points. However, none manage to deal the crippling blow that the thermite grenade from earlier brought about.
Ion drives the destroyer back one step at a time as defending against the onslaught becomes more and more difficult. The blow to the weak armor in around his waist lands true, as do several stabs around his elbow-joints and even a few to his knees; but they fail to sink deep enough to slow the explosive Navi of rage down. Finally his back hits the remnants of the tower, knocking him forward due to the speed at which the two combatants now fall. By this point, the raw ire of the situation was starting to errupt;
Ion had already held the advantage for too long.
As the onslaught continues with no end in sight, the destroyer finally clenches a fist encased in dark red sparks; This had gone on far enough. Taking the brunt for one last moment, the destroyer rears up like a furious bull, plants the anchoring spikes in his leg armor, and rears his charged fist back, thrusting it out like a comet and landing it with pile-driving force.... directly into the tower.
shrapnel and rubble rain down like hail as the the destroyer's body is yanked from the force. This would have been enough to easily send him flying if not for his previously planted anchors, but the strain of having to hold on between two vastly different worlds that the two parts of the tower now find themselves in tears at his body all the same. Dust and rocks form an impenetrable cloud of wreckage around their origin and across the falling tower summit, setting up the next move.
With a flash, the relentless juggernaut lashes out violently from the rubble, ignoring the hail of debris as he sends out a volley of small-grade explosive rounds in grape-shot pattern with volcanic force. The relentless Navi's still-anchored feet allow him to hold his ground as he peppers the entire field with white-hot explosions, revealing one dark and stoic truth; just as Ion's mastery of quick and precision strikes make him a force to be feared, the Armored Destroyer's unyielding relentlessness makes him an overwhelmingly dangerous foe as well.
No more games. Ending his assault, the destroyer's grape-shot transitions seamlessly into a volley of carefully aimed shelling. These larger and deadlier explosives are launched from the destroyer's wrist-mounted cannons just like the previous volley, but they explode with a roughly six-foot radius of white-hot energy, making an individual shot far more dangerous if taken directly. However, contrary to what would seem natural, these shots are not all necessarily targeted directly at Ion; some are aimed slightly above, behind, or besidehim in anticipation of his forthcoming evasion, while others detonate slightly above him in order to box him in. All-in-all, this assault creates an area of constant explosive force around Ion's position with the intent of outright erasing him from the battle... and it still wouldn't end here.
A spark of black-red energy ignites once again, and the relentless destroyer's lens-like shoulders light up to a bright blue. The shelling ends as the newly revealed weapons ignite with a cackling hum, signaling the release of the nameless Navi's next strike; a set of four orbs of dark red energy, two from each lens, take position in even distances from their origin point and speed forward, homing in on Ion's position as they spark wildly and spin like a lightning helix, making their range and sphere of influence deceptively large, and deceptively brutal.
But the battle wasn't over yet; the destroyer's gammit had been released far earlier than he would have liked, and Ion's assault was far more brutal than initially expected. This move, though powerful, would not end it, but the ever-approaching earth would soon enough.
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