Fighting in Ruins 17
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"Hahaha, you know if you hadn't reminded me of my utter piece of **** of a past I may not have cared much if you won this fight," I admitted. "But now I want to win. IwanttowinIwanttowinIWANTTOWIN. And by damn I will win, even if I have to beat the hell out of you to do it." "Triple Rust Buster," I whispered, firing three huge attacks to hurt Sigma and deter him from attacking. Even so, he managed to damage my other leg with that trick of his, making it only partially functional now. "Hahahaha it doesn't matter itdoesn'tmatter I WILL RECOVER I WILL GET UP I WILL TRIUMPH GODSBEDAMNED. AND I WILL BE STRONGER THAN BEFORE." "... Don't you think you're wasting too much energy? You've been firing a lot of big attacks," Sigma pointed out. "Do not expect me to run out of power like Demon Blade or Adaptrix. Do not think you will win because I will overextend myself. I have already given this a lot of thought and number-crunching, and believe me, I AM JUST GETTING STARTED. Triple Chrome Cannon." Sigma dodged that, hitting me with more blades and punches, but I avoided another crippling injury with my autovaporizing flash step. Remember that at this point I'm pushing my speed for all its worth, and a bit more. That was only an attack to cut off his routes of escape so I can really lay it into him with... "Triple Metal Macross," I raged, smashing his face with several huge crosses of metal. The crashing noise of the metal crosses echoed throughout the city, and beyond. Humongous shockwaves emanated from the attack. All of this with the intent of bringing out the knockout I desire. |
<Sigma> Yes. Yes. "THAT'S!" I roared, slicing the first cross into a million tiny pieces. "MORE!" I bellowed, quadrisecting the second cross. "LIKE IT!" I finished, slamming my fist into the last cross hard enough to bend it completely around my fist. Probably cracked all of my fingers but at this point I honestly don't care, I just sliced the damn thing off like it were made of paper. Too long. Too damn long. How long has it been since I've had a fight that could get my blood pumping this much? In or out of me, as the case may be? Don't remember at the moment. Might be the head trauma speaking. But it'll take more than a couple love taps to the face to keep me down. "I've traveled the berth of the planet!" I roared, zipping back into melee range of Mithril and slamming my fist into her torso. Extended a dozen blades and pulled up. Got a haymaker to the throat for it. Whatever, long as I can still breathe. I grabbed the attacking limb, slammed my knee into the elbow and ran it through. "I've fought thousands!" I continued, even as Mithril unloaded three big shots into my chest. So what if a rib cracks, I've got more. I prepared to throw a big punch, but she flashed out of the way. I countered the incoming attack by zipping all over the arena until I was close enough to slam both fists into her shoulder and run a blade through to the opposite side of her waist. She grabbed me by the hands and spun, letting go only to drop three massive weights on me from above once I'd hit the floor. I jumped, bored a hole through the first two, and sliced the last in half... and was promptly greeted by a fist to the face. Actually more like a piston, seeing as it slammed into me again from point blank range. Still not enough. "But nothing, NOTHING has been able to fire me up quite like this!" I bellowed, headbutting the offending piston with a blade and twisting three times. I caught the punch from the other side - ow my fingers - and dodged the kick by swinging around the limb and planting my own kick in the side of Mith's head. Not twisting the blade this time, no good to kill a perfectly good opponent. "I wasn't always such a good person!" I kept going, kicking her in the head with my other foot as well and then pulling both back before she could hit them. She settled instead for producing three huge spears around me and launching all three in simultaneously. I twisted around them and cut all three to ribbons, only to take a big metal fist to most of my torso. I sliced it to pieces as well. "When I was first let out of my capsule, when I first awakened I was evil as hell," I recalled, zipping past another attack to cut both of Mithril's arms off. She grew four more and launched a huge barrage of metallic blasts at me with them, which I caught on an array of blades and deflected to the side. It gave her enough time to close in and launch a devastating punch. Couldn't deny the cross counter this time when I punched back. I'm sure all the head trauma will have no lasting effects. Online gamers are the most ludicrously entitled beings since Caligula made his horse a senator, and at least the horse never said anything stupid. - Cracked.com |
"I murdered thousands and enjoyed it! I terrorized the world and laughed! So many so-called heroes stepped up to face me, and I slaughtered them like cattle! I was unstoppable!" A foot slammed into my mouth. Like that'll stop me from talking. I sliced the offending limb to shreds and dove forward, generating blades all across my front. Mithril dodged aside and slammed into my back, sending me skidding across the arena. I zipped away from my landing location, just ahead of a bunch of missiles. "But every 'invincible' warrior someday finds that there is someone who is simply better," I called down from the edge of the stands. The few people sitting nearby promptly bolted as a huge spiky ball came at me. I bisected it far enough away for it to slam into the stands to either side of me, then sliced the two halves to pieces before Mithril could mold them to attack me with them. Deprived of that, she instead came down on me from above like a meteor, slamming me through the arena wall all the way to the ground. I grabbed her by the face and rolled over to pin her in place long enough for me to commence the facepunching. "And so I finally fought someone better than me. And I lost. And for my crimes I was banished from this entire plane of existence!" I roared as I slammed Mithril's face into the ground. She kicked up from underneath me and rolled back to the top to slam her fists into my face in return. Unfortunate that my face isn't numb enough to not feel the pain. Yet, anyway. I pulled an arm up far enough to grab her by the forehead and push her up, allowing myself room to stand. "Five. Years." I growled, slamming Mithril into the wall. She grabbed my wrist and squeezed until it creaked in protest, even as I generated blades though her hands, so instead I threw her back to the center of the arena. No zipping to her side this time, I just walked. "For FIVE YEARS I was trapped in Purgatory! Fighting every waking moment just to survive! Sleep was a luxury I could afford only in small doses!" I sliced the bullet-like attack out of the air just in front of my face even though it cut my cheeks open. Punched down the metal boulder even though it made my fingers bleed. Caught the incoming punch even though I could feel my bones cracking. "I fought elementals, the fury of the Earth! Angels set on vengeance! Demons come to claim my soul! Monsters pulled from my fevered nightmares, speaking in the voices of those I'd murdered! I fought the universe itself, and I! STILL! WON!" I roared, dragging Mithril into three devastating punches. She responded by kneeing me in the chest and then slamming her foot into my abused kneecap. I yanked her off her feet by her extended arm and swung her overhead to slam into the ground. She rolled out of the way as I attempted to stomp her head in. "But none of that released me from that torment! I could fight for an eternity and still I would be trapped!" I yelled, spitting blood. A fist slammed into my chest and cracked another rib. I jammed a blade through her shoulder and twisted, and that got her to back off for just a moment, just long enough to pull back and kick me in the forehead. I saw stars, but did not black out, instead whipping around and kicking her in the chest five times with a field of blades on the bottom of my foot. Online gamers are the most ludicrously entitled beings since Caligula made his horse a senator, and at least the horse never said anything stupid. - Cracked.com |
"It was only when I understood, fully and truly appreciated why I was there, that I could find an escape! When I came to feel remorse for every life I'd stolen! When I realized that I deserved my punishment! Only that revelation set me FREE!" I roared, punctuating it with a heavy kick. A long pole swept my other leg out from under me, then flipped around to drop from above. I rolled out of the way of that and directly into a mine. My vision blanked for about half a second, but when it returned I was in the air, with Mithril coming at me like a ballistic missile. I presented her with a field of blades, so she swooped around me... and into another field of blades. I zipped beside her as she backed off to throw something bigger at me and kicked through her arm to her abdomen, jammed my other foot in as well and spun. This time, however, she spun with me, matching my rotation, which gave her enough time to blast me back to the ground. I bounced off the arena floor and zipped back into the air, scarcely avoiding a bunch of spears, and slammed my fist into her face. "That one, single moment was what set me on the path to redemption," I coughed. I probably look like death warmed up. Slightly. I can't really tell how badly injured Mithril is. Hope it's nothing permanent. "Not a single day goes by that I don't struggle against what I used to be. Against my inborn nature. Redemption is a long road, covered with obstacles. But I'm a fighter. And I don't go down easily," I growled, flipping over and axe kicking Mithril back to the arena floor. A huge metallic truck exploded up from the dust, too slow to hit me. I skipped past the front and ran down the top, launching myself down toward where Mithril had landed. Sliced the obvious clone in half as it launched a sneak attack, then sliced it in half again as it tried to continue attacking. Zipped out of the cloud as a huge thing burst up from the ground, covered with grinding wheels. Another one popped up beneath me, so I zipped out of the way of that one too. A third popped up, this time just to the side of me, but rather than grinding wheels this one was carrying Mithril. And Mithril was carrying a great big cannon. I projected a veritable wall of blades of all sizes. ________ <Trombe> I popped my head up from inside the trukk I was riding in and turned to Epsilon, who was sitting on the top, gun prepped. He was looking around warily. "Didja hear dat? Or wuz dat jus' me?" _______ <Sigma> Well, I'm still alive at least, even if I hurt everywhere. Also I think I'm about four feet into the arena wall. Sure felt like that, anyway. I pulled myself free of the crater, dropped back to the arena floor, and cracked a grin. "Not enough gun," I cackled. I think the smoke coming out of my mouth might be a bad sign. Or the universe having a sense of humor. One of those. Or maybe I'm hallucinating it, what with all the head trauma. Mithril gave me a sideways look. "How are you even still standing?" she hissed, tossing the cannon away. Guess that was a one shot thing. "I just said it, didn't I? I don't go down easy," I croaked. Makes a hell of a scene. I'm covered in blood, dripping it everywhere, look like I've been thrown through a meat grinder, and Mithril looks just peachy, though I've no doubt she's almost equally torn up. She just doesn't show it as clearly as I do. "You want to win? Well so do I," I said with a feral grin. "You want victory? You'll have to work for it." I zipped back into melee range. Bring it. Online gamers are the most ludicrously entitled beings since Caligula made his horse a senator, and at least the horse never said anything stupid. - Cracked.com |
<]-Mithril-[> "Hahahaha so I'm a walking therapy session now? Last I checked, I hadn't turned into Orvtre," I spat, cackling. I FEEL IT COMING. "Work for it? Earn it? Please, I'm going to do more than just that, Sigma," I sneered. Maybe it's a way to cope with the trials and tribulations of a war against the heavens. Maybe it's a way just to relieve the boredom. Maybe it's a way to just pass the time. "I am going to win. And I'm not just going to win..." Or maybe, just maybe... "I am going to stomp your bloody, bloody face into the dirt. I am going to make you very, gratuitously, unconscious." I've come to enjoy the violence. The bloodlust. The conquest. The domination. The VICTORY. "I am going punt you off the cliff known as this fight into the dark, dark abyss of loss. And I am going to seize my victory and my championship from your defeated, unconscious BODY AND GLOAT ABOUT IT." NOW I BRING FORTH THE CARNAGE. "Triple Metal Reaper! Triple Alloy Axe!" I shouted, flashing in front of Sigma and bringing down three scythes and three axes. Sigma cut those apart, dealing and receiving several cuts in the process. Both of us followed up with more attacks. "Triple Alloy Anvil! Triple Chrome Cudgel!" I yelled, generating three anvils and three clubs. Sigma cut down two of each, receiving an anvil and a club to the face, and dishing out several bladed punches to my head. "Chrome Crescent Kick! Silver Shockwave Slammer!" I ground out, spinning around to kick down his ankles, then following up by slamming a shockwave slab fired from my face into his chest. Sigma responded by planting his hand into the ground and spinning with his legs with blades from his feet, horizontally bisecting me, then jamming a blade into my shoulder and twisting. I responded with a "Triple Metal Beater!" and a "Triple Metal Blaster!", but he dodged at the last second, appearing behind me. Then I appeared behind him, steam hissing out of my body from the intense speed, my body instantly vaporizing and reforming behind him. "Metal Jet Smasher! Triple Alloy Arc!" I bellowed, letting loose said attacks, some of which Sigma blocked or avoided, some of which he didn't. I planted a hand into the ground and kicked, unleashing a "Metal Jet Kick!", stomping Sigma's head into the dirt and dragging his face along the floor, riding him like a skateboard until he produced a crapton of blades, twisting a few in the process and throwing me off him. "Triple Silver Shockwave! Triple Platinum Pulse!" I screamed, firing off three shockwaves and three powerful pulses of metal energy, creating a huge impact and kicking off a huge cloud of dust. Evidently, this didn't slow Sigma down much, as after zigzagging to avoid most of that barrage, he appeared in front of me and hacked my limbs off. Fists and elbows grew out of my gut to beat the crap out of him, then I followed that up with... "Triple Platinum Breath!" I howled, blasting Sigma with three torrents of said metal breath, then regrowing my limbs and unleashing a flurry of punches. Sigma retaliated in the same manner with bladed punches. I kneed Sigma in the chest and punted his head, along the rest of his body, into the air. |
"Triple Silver Skybreaker!" I snarled, firing three tremendous bursts of metal that cracked the air and exploded in a deafening boom. Sigma maneuvered in midair to dodge the worst of that; but I responded by flying up there and booting him in the head and slamming weights into his chest. Sigma promptly responded by kicking me a lot with blades, twisting a few. MORE EFFORT. MORE POWER. MORE VICTORY. "Platinum Quad Gutbuster! Metal Quad Facewrecker!" I roared, unleashing four facewreckers and four gutbusters. Sigma blocked and dodged most of them, but the remaining ones forced Sigma back down into the ground. Sigma got more hits on me, and normally my body would be slowing down by now. But you know what? I want my body to move. I want my body to fight. And if I want my body to move and fight, then by damn, my body will very well damn move and fight! To aid in this, strings. There exists a technique that allows one to move hir body like a puppet to bypass annoying things like paralysis, broken limbs, or any other way to impede or stop normal movement. It is a high-level technique, not easy to use in the heat of battle. But you know what? I have experience with this technique. I have lots of experience with this technique. Good golly, I have a carpload of experience with this technique, far more than the everyday people who can walk around all happy and glad that they can actually move their damn limbs without assistance and who can gleefully skip around and not have to worry about creating, refining, and perfecting a technique that allows what is more or less ordinary movement, in a really hostile environment, where everything and their mom moves better than you. Also, yeah, I used it a lot in the past, and probably have more experience with this technique than anyone, ever. So yeah, Sigma's silly little twisty blade isn't going to slow me down. And you know how I demonstrated this? I generated rockets and jets on by back then plummeted back down to the floor in a thunderous crash, screaming "Metal Quad Fallfist!" and letting loose four massive shockwaves upon my fists hitting the ground. Sigma darted out of the way of that, but I decided to let loose the pain: "Quadruple Alloy Agony!" You know, since that was an attack that I made up just that second, I'm not sure exactly what the hell that thing was. Four metal shockwave dragon beams? Sounds close enough of a description. Not close enough though, it's more like summoning the goddamn PAIN DRAGON, if it were a summoning technique. Some of that got through; some of it didn't. Some of Sigma's retaliatory blades got through; I flashed away from the rest. "Quadruple Alloy Abyss!" I shouted, opening up four huge chasms in the floor which fired huge beams of metal. Sigma dodged out of the way of those... but then I suddenly appeared behind him and punted him into the attack, cackling as I did so. I received a carpload of bladed kicks and punches in retaliation for that; Sigma hurled me into a wall and did the twisty twisty blade thing again. More punches, more kicks, more carnage. By damn, Sigma's resilience is impressive, but mine is even more so. "Quadruple Metal Basher! Quadruple Metal Bomber!" I ground out, firing four massive metal projectiles and four massive metal bombs, resulting in a humongous explosion. We let loose punch after punch, kick after kick, attack after attack, to savor the good stuff of bashing each other in glorious extreme violence. However, the fact that Sigma was very much thoroughly coated in his own blood so as to easily be mistaken for a Bloodseed, signaled that, hey, imminent slowdown for both of us. And that needs to be averted. |
"It's time to end this, Sigma. You and I both know at that this rate, this fight will descend into a boring as all hell slap-fest. So use your blades. Use your damn blades. Use all your damn blades, Sigma! I'LL CRUSH YOU, YOUR BLADES, AND RIP VICTORY FROM YOUR UNCONSCIOUS, LOSING BODY!" "Use all my blades. Pfft. I will not just settle for that. Instead? More. Than. Every. Blade. MORE BLADES THAN I'VE EVER USED BEFORE. More blades than you can handle." "Oh yeah? Bring. IT. ON." Sigma and I charged at each other at from the ends of the arena, at a blistering high speed. BOTH OF US OVER 100%. I poured all the power of Metal Gate, and beyond, for the final knockout blow. "More than all the blades!" Sigma yelled, bringing out his full power. "Blades from the shoulder, blades from the feet, blades from the hands, and the arms and the knees. Blades from the hip, blades from the face, blades from the head and the elbows and neck. Blades EVERYWHERE!" "All aboard the PAIN TRAIN, Sigma. FINISHING. MOVE." "TITANIUM! TRAIN! THRASHER!" I roared at the top of my not-actually-there lungs, so loud that everyone in Hybras, and beyond, could hear. I fired a humongous as all hell bullet train, adorned with jets, rockets, and wings, that traveled at a ludicrous hyperspeed, with sonicbooms and shockwaves created as it moved. Sigma let loose more than all his blades, and the clash of the two was utterly deafening, creating an even louder crash. I bet they could hear this from space, vacuum be damned. Remember that we were hurtling towards each other at high speed, with these attacks fired at pointblank range. So... damage report: My body has disintegrated. Yeah, nothing long about that damage report; I think I'm atoms or maybe an atom now. However, I am still alive because I am me, the super awesome Mithril, and even though I'm weaker than those stupid evil gods, I won't be that weak forever. Sigma? Last I saw of him, the platinum Experiment just took the express to defeat. When I slammed that train into him, Sigma fell unconscious, no doubt about that. After all, upon impact, there was a ginormous impact shockwave explosion. Then Sigma was hurled beyond the outskirts of Hybras. Then the train exploded in a rain of fire, shrapnel, and awesome. Then... "I WIN." I am still conscious, if very barely. I regenerated from a single atom. I first heard the confirmation from Orvtre, about Sigma's still unconsciousness. Then everyone else confirmed it. I win. "I did it. I beat all those Hybras people. I beat those random Bloodseed. I beat Kappa, Broxigar, and Demon Blade. I beat a bunch of other people who's names are escaping me at the moment, but IIRC at least some of those fights were good. And of course, I beat Sigma. I beat everyone. I win. I am the champion of Hybras Coliseum. And even more importantly, I have leveled up. Immensely. Thank you Hybras, for the ludicrous doses of FIGHT." I proceeded to jack up the loud. "Hahahahaha. I. HAVE. THE POWER. I! AM! THE! POWERRRRRRRRRR!!!!!" I roared, in a tremendous display of VICTORY. Bathing in victory: the ultimate triumph. Yeah yeah, I know, there's more challenges ahead, and more struggles. But hey, VICTORY. A really damn epic one. Nothing more needs to be said. |
<Sigma> I suppose complete ringout counts as losing, doesn't it. "Like a little train is gonna knock me out," I growled, pulling myself back to my feet. Wreckage all around me, fully outside the city, yeah I'd call that a ringout. What a lame way to lose. Well, whatever. I've had worse and kept going. My bones and muscles are all protesting, but I'll live. I looked up to the sky and took a deep breath, then began the walk back to the colosseum. Shut up legs, you don't get to whine about a short walk. No I don't care about the multiple compound fractures. Yet, anyway. I'll set them once I have a nice, quiet spot to lay down. Normally, Bloodseeders would attack someone showing this kind of weakness. When they saw me, they got the hell out of the way. Even though I'm leaving a conspicuous trail of blood in my wake. In the colosseum proper, I walked past the utterly flabbergasted front desk manager, swung around the barracks, and straight to medical, where a few relatively uninjured folks stared in amazement at the fact that I'd simply walked back in my condition. One person was not as surprised, though, and simply gestured to a bed. I nodded my thanks and flopped onto it gratefully. "So there was a reason for me coming," Gamma sighed as he went to the medical cabinet for supplies. "... When you see Ms. Shiny, tell her she owes me a new outfit," I muttered back. Gamma simply nodded. "And no visitors." ___ ??? While Sigma was walking back to the colosseum, something altogether more sinister was watching the fanfare of Mithril's victory, practically giddy. Celebrate while you can, it thought to itself as it slunk away to begin the preparations. The REAL show is about to begin. Online gamers are the most ludicrously entitled beings since Caligula made his horse a senator, and at least the horse never said anything stupid. - Cracked.com |
<Quicksilver> After a while of messing around with Libera (mostly poking fun at him as he went through a bunch of tests to make sure his arm port was working properly), Grav sort of... appeared in our midst. He's so quiet you scarcely know he's there. "How're ya shaping up, kid?" Libera waved to him. Grav stuck a hand inside his shirt and pulled out his necklace, now sporting an additional contraption around the sphere. Four little golden brackets, hovering around it in a lazy circle. I tilted my head. "What's this then?" I muttered. Grav simply pointed to the door, where one of Omicron's simulacrums was standing. "A simple extension of the existing device, but a potent one. It will drain a portion of the fiend's power each time it uses its abilities while in control. If it does gain control, it will have a time limit before it is too drained to suppress Grav's will. I have attuned it to Grav's energy signature; it will function even if it is removed from his person, within a certain radius." Libera gave him a thumbs up. "Well, that's helpful. Maybe he can get some front line action, huh?" he turned to Grav grinning widely. Grav simply shrugged. "With that, my business with Grav is concluded until his next checkup," Omicron stated, turning away. I ran over to him as he walked away. "Hold up," I whispered conspiratorially as soon as I was out of Libera and Grav's earshot. Omicron glanced at me, but said nothing. I reached into one of the packs on my leg and withdrew something, then held it up to him. "Figured you might find this interesting." Omicron raised an eyebrow as he accepted it. "What is it?" "Now now, that would be telling, wouldn't it? You'll just have to find out on your own," I teased, grinning. He smiled back at me. "You know me too well. Now, I believe I've held you up long enough," he said, then resumed walking. I waved Grav over and waved goodbye to Libera, then headed for the hanger to call a shuttle. Grav gave me a small glance as we made our way there. "I'm not blind," he muttered, and that said all it needed to. I gave him a conspiratorial grin. "Keep it a secret, huh?" I said, tapping my orb. Grav tapped his in response and left it at that. Online gamers are the most ludicrously entitled beings since Caligula made his horse a senator, and at least the horse never said anything stupid. - Cracked.com |
<]-Mithril-[> Anyways, things are wrapping up here in Hybras. Rune took back those fog goggles, wind earpieces, and gas masks with oxygen tanks that she handed out during the fight. Additionally, we recruited some Hybras people into Hero Squad during all of this, though at least a significant portion were small fry. Rune put them right to work with "behind the scenes" stuff, so we probably won't be seeing much of them for a while. Broxigar hasn't decided on whether or not he's gonna join Hero Squad yet. Orvtre asked Burnout the Ashbringer if he wanted to join Hero Squad, but he didn't want to. Also, Orvtre said that the reports of Sigma's unconscious were false and greatly exaggerated. However, this was still just as planned, in the sense that Plan B went off without a hitch. Namely, a ringout troll victory. "Trolololololol I did it!" I cackled, while speaking to Gamma via Hero Band. "I completely trolled Sigma with that silly ringout of his, that clumsy sod, FALLING OUT OF THE CITY LOLOLOLOL." Once I more or less stopped cackling, I decided to elaborate: "Though to be honest, victory by ringout was Plan B in case that Sigma couldn't be knocked unconscious without killing him, which I suspected to be the case around the time his bones began breaking." Gamma confirmed that, yes, Sigma can't be unconscious without being dead, due to being unconscious essentially meaning a death sentence back in Purgatory. The medic then told me that I apparently "owe" Sigma a new outfit, to which I scoffed, saying that I'm not a damn tailor and that I'll just get Orvtre to do it. Besides, if Sigma didn't want his outfit wrecked during our fight, he should've taken that off and stowed it somewhere safe anyhow. "Oh, right. Gamma, listen up. Tell Sigma to join Hero Squad, and bring in Demon Blade to help convince him. I know due to the whole 'ex-murdering-person-atoner-thing' he'll have reservations about it, but if someone like me can join and be a part of the Squad, then I sure as hell want him on my team," I suggested. "Oh and if Sigma joins Hero Squad, I'll have Orvtre throw in a new jacket and a new shirt as well as the clothes that I destroyed during my fight with him, as a little extra bonus." Anyways, I strolled on over to the mines, where Rune was waiting. I decided to have a nice snack to bump up my energy levels again, by consuming quite a lot of metal that Rune has strip-mined from the area. This metal couldn't be used by the locals for weapons or anything important, so they didn't bother mining it, but if it's me, I can eat it and re-purpose it as a quick energy boost. There was a lot of this otherwise useless metal lying around, so Rune mined it all up and gave it to me as a treat. Since said mined metal was otherwise useless, I doubt the locals will protest much. Ah, much better. Now my energy levels are at an acceptable level. Good thing too, because, shortly after this, I detected a huge negative energy pulse. Some kind of negative energy bomb. I'm too mentally strong to be affected by that, and our Squad's Hero Bands protect us from the mental attack. However, I quickly received reports of the Hybras locals going nuts, destroying everything, and attacking anyone who was not affected by the emotion bomb. Seems that blast was rigged so that those who weren't affected would be targeted by those affected. I sighed. This reeks of Jhiaxus. Really glad I had that energy-boosting meal now. |
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