Avatar RP VIII: Chapter V: Beatdown

[Inbred Chocobo]

Listen to the Strider Style.

The droid reached out and caught the box. "Really? A cardboard box?" The droid asked Bard as he ran around the corner. Though the box was screaming which was a bit disconcerting. Cardboard normally didn't scream. Before the droid could shake his head trying to figure out why he threw a box the ninja turtle popped out of the sewers, throwing a grate which was easily side-handed.

Then Nin shot fire out of his eyes. The droid threw the box right into the flames, and without realizing the box was actually indestructable, it went sailing through knocking Nin on his back.

The droid turned towards Arhra III, and was suddenly underfire from hundreds of rounds. Some rounds bounced off into other forumers, most tore into him and went right through, screwing over anyone behind him. Thadius was smart enough not to exactly try sucking out any energy while his opponent was under fire from bullets, as he knew he had a weakness for those.

The droid started walking forward even under the barrage after Arhra III, who was then promptly stolen. Finally the barrage stopped, and the droid started to move faster as he pulled himself together anyway, pieces coming off the ground and setting back in place. As he started to put himself together enough to run, *CRACK* a lightning bolt tore through his chest. The three more followed suit, electricity causing enough paralysis so that Hawk came in and cleaved the foe in two.

The two halves stood on their own for a second, and soon the pieces started reattaching. One arm just smacked Hawk in the chest, sending him flying into Thadius as Thadius snuck in to drain energy. Overcast picked that moment in time to reach in and underwealm his opponent. The droid slammed into Overcast full frontal style, sending him straight into Shyria, which knocked her fire attack right into Thaidus and Hawk, poor guys.

The droid focused for a second, and activated his drive, teleporting after Arhra III. Well, at least he was going to, but nothing happened. He turned towards Overcast, pulling out two blades of that damn furian energy. "The hell did you do to me?!?!?!" The droid said, showing the first signs of anger before charging him full on, pieces chasing after him as he pulled back together.

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As Pyros ran, he tried over an object that randomly appeared on the ground. After recovering from the fall, examining closer it appeared to be a portable dimension drive. A quick examination showed that it only had enough power to teleport itself and nothing else however.

[Bard The 5th LW]

"Well that went fairly well," Bard decided aloud. At least he wasn't getting hurt. Unfortunately it seemed that Shade failed to get a strike in. Bard then turned to notice the ninja walk over to him, his head bowed in failiure. "Its OK pal, maybe next time," he told the summon as he patted him on the shoulder, before the ninja vanished in a cloud of smoke, like ninjas tend to do.

The summoner then lifted his blood-stained knife was again to his arm, 'I'm going to need a White Mage soon' he mused to himself as he re-opened the initial wound.

"Fire in the hole!" Bard then abruptly yelled as the blood hit the ground and he sped off and scrambled to find a place to hide, finding refuge in an empty trash can.

"WHERE THE HELL IS HE!" screamed Geist as he formed above the spot that Bard was once standing at. He was pissed, he had been ripped apart by magic, forced to fight a god, and had a very unpleasant experience in Australia that he did not want to talk about, all in the same day; he had alot of anger to vent, and he wanted Bard as his victim.

That was when he conveniently noticed the giant robot that the forumers were fighting, he decided that since his summoner was hiding, the robot would be his punching bag today. "I KILL TODAY!" the ghost like being yelled, and then split into an almost uncountable number of needle sized blades and charged at the robot. He was intending to get into the robot (no foe yay intended) and tear apart its circuitry or whatever it had from the inside.

[Thadius]

Oh shit!

Hawk slamming into Thadius caused his arm to jerk around, pointing at nobody. Damnation! My attack missed!

And then he had a bigger reason to curse. Mother of-

Needless to say, the next few seconds would be incredibly painful. Thad had no means to deflect the misdirected flame attack. Unless Hawk could come up with something, he'd have to resort to his cloning process to come back again.

[Overcast]

"Ha ha! I have taken your power and put it up here!"

He pointed to the Box and a large middle finger illustrated itself for the robot to stare at while it moved in to try to kill him hard, and that would be part of the hopeful distraction that would give him the chance to put some more of his quirky energies inside the thing,

"And you will never break it open to get it back!"

And he dashed off, it was all a trick. Though he was hoping it was a trick that worked. Distract the bot, and make it concentrate on a target that would be completely impossible to win against. Oh yes, if this worked maybe he would be able to save the day after all.

It was good to be alive again.

[The Artist Formerly Known as Hawk]

"Ha!" Hawk cheered, seeing the bot sliced in two and now full of very many bullet holes. He was not cheering a second later as it began to reform. "Crap!"

The next thing he knew was he was thrown across the road and into Thadius. He was a little dazed from the assault, and he was pretty sure he might have cracked a rib, but it could've been worse.

"Son of a bitch-Oh shit!!" Then there was fire. Lots of it. Dragon fire no less. There was only one thing for it; it was time to use his second, super secret alien item, which had been kept super secret and almost forgotten until the right plot convenient moment to reveal it and Deus Ex Machina his way out of certain death. He pressed a button on the hidden device, with a satisfying *FWUMP* signalling it was active. A moment later the wall of fire hit... and was deflected a good five feet from Hawk and Thadius.

"Go go go MOVE!!!!" Hawk yelled at Thad, pulling him to his feet and dragging him away from the flames which were miraculously not burning the pair alive. A few seconds later they were clear, and not a moment too soon, his new device was beeping, indicating it was out of energy and needed time to recharge.

"Well, that was close." Hawk then noticed Thads obvious look of confusion and smiled. "Portable force-field generator," he told him, indicating the small device, "also has some slow, but not entirely useless health regenerating abilities."

Even as he said it, he could feel his wounds healing and there was an audible *pop* as his busted rib fixed itself. "Aaahh, precious, delicious health...." It was quite a nice feeling.


"Right sooo.... yeah I have no idea how to kill this thing then. Thoughts?"

[Thadius]

Thadius sighed in relief as he realized he wasn't dead. Yet. Again. Thank you, Murphy, for keeping your baleful eye off me!

"Well I was trying to do something that would give us an edge earlier. Maybe if I don't screw up again, it'll work." Thad replied to Hawk's question.

Before Hawk could indicate his approval or condemnation of the tactic, Thadius turned and pointed at the robot again. "Oh gods, I hope this works this time, or we are all so dead. BETA!"

Mystical energies swirled around Thadius, then immediately shot out at the robot, intent on ripping out whatever magical energies they could.

[Astral Harmony]

"Freakin' worthless," Armored pouted, now in her original clothes. Her minigun had been so useless that it wasn't even mentioned in IC's post. And her mana was so low she'd only tickle that damn robot.

It was obvious what needed to be done. Time for the kinds of attacks that caused collateral damage. But she'd need mana and time and she had neither at this point. So, just to waste time, she assessed her foe. To put it simply, the droid would have to be absolutely annihilated by the most powerful attacks anyone could muster. "Like my ship's own Aesir Cannon, but the other forumers would have to be evacuated while the droid will have to stay in the same position," Armored speculated. "Otherwise, god knows what destruction will befall this forum while the beam chases the droid."

And then again there was the obvious fact that she had no way of contacting her ship. She really didn't think battles would involve this level of counter action. "Geez, what the hell'm I supposed to do now?"

[mauve]

"Ha-HA! Did someone call for some magical destruction?" Mauve yelled out gleefully, appearing behind the group with a grin and a dramatic swoosh of her cape.

"No," someone said after a moment of disinterested silence. Mauve looked disappointed.

"You guys are lame," she muttered. "Ruining all my fun."

Some might wonder how Mauve ended up down on the battlefield, since the last time anyone had heard from her, she was up on a rooftop waiting for Arhra to make a post. Well now they would just have to keep wondering! Mauve was annoyed at having her dramatic entrance being ignored and was in no mood to make an explanation!

"Well, you're getting magical destruction whether you like it or not, dammit,"she huffed. "So there."

She clenched both fists; a purple orb of magical energy forming around each.

"Time for some rapid-fire spell-slinging awesomeness!" she declared grandly. With a yell, she hurled one of the purple orbs at the robot.

"Water!" In the instant before the spell impacted, the purple smoke hazed into a ball of water.

Not waiting to give the robot a chance to respond, she hurled the second spell. It grew larger as she fed more MP into it.

"Thundaga!" Again, the purple orb changed form. Alone, Mauve's spells probably weren't enough to damage the robot. But maybe combining them would be effective. With any luck, the low-level water spell would boost the power of the lightning enough to do some electrical damage to its inner circuits.

She started preparing another volley of magical attacks, waiting to see how the robot responded.

[Shyria Dracnoir]

Her buffs had worn off, her armor was a wreck, and 'Operation: Kill it With Fire' had not only failed miserably, it had almost gotten two of her co-fighters (including the love of her life) turned into crispy bacon. To say Shyria was in a bad mood would be an understatement.

"Have I mentioned today how much I! FUCKING! HATE! ROBOTS!?", Shyria roared, ripping out another good sized hunk of pavement out of the street, charging it with fire energy, and hurling it at the robot. She knew sooner or later she'd have to find a way to expand on her moveset, but for now, all she cared about was grinding this T-800 ripoff into scrap.

[PyrosNine]

Dr Ethington held the doodad over her head.

"Wha wa wa waaah! You got the teleportation device!"

Then she noticed what wasn't in her hands: an Arhra!

"Triple I! Where'd you go? I can't bloody well rescue you from evil alien robot's sexual advances if I don't know where you are!"

She pulled out the moolah device and pointed it at a nearby minivan.

"Are you under there?" She promptly earned some scratch an found where Arhra wasn't, so she moolahed the nearest truck, and her search for Arhra became increasingly lucrative.

(typed on an iPhone!)