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Sword and Spectacle, Mk II [Plot Arc 4-D; 2/2]
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on Nov 11, 2018 23:58:05 GMT
Ah, that looked refreshing - for the Witchmon's eyes, at least! That powerful water jet struck heavily against the MeiCrackmon's frame, leaving a deep-cutting gash at the point of impact, and well-across her body as the MeiCrackmon forced her way out of the attack. It would have been like being stabbed and then slashed through by a powerful blade...
... But what was this? That water-logged kitten dragged herself back to her feet, a now viscous cat sprawling right towards the Witchmon. But what was she going to do with such a forward attack? The sorceress couldn't help but laugh, raising both of her hands out towards the cat:
"Nah, that's for vampires. Baluna Gale!"
Once more, that powerful blast of wind would rocket out - intent on simply billowing towards Mei's top half, to push her right back from her straightforward assault!
Baalmon felt his claw sink deep, data already starting to pour out over the swordsman's arm. His nails drove even deeper than that, obviously in an attempt to try and dig out the NeoDevimon's core...
... Something that Dio, clearly, wasn't going to allow. It left the Baalmon at point-blank range, and with one blast of Red Ray - striking the Baalmon dead center - the claw would pull itself free of the chest, the Baalmon crashing heavily into the canopy below.
The swordsman bounced once, dragging his sword and claw through the dirt as he quickly struggled back up to his knees, putting his weight on one foot as he dragged himself up. Yes, he was battered, and chest burned...
... But Dio? Dio would be doing far worse than that.
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Post by Mae on Nov 12, 2018 5:40:38 GMT
"I'll catch you between a rock and a hard place, then!" The feline cackled. Did she see this coming or did she not? Because she made ZERO EFFORT TO AVOID THE GALE. Heck, she jumped right into it, being propelled back towards...a tree. She caught herself and landed on her feet next to the tree, before she gripped at it with her hands...And heaved. She heaved. She pulled. The cat made an effort to put every ounce of strength that Vicious Mode provided to use as she sought to PULL the tree out of the ground, swing it around and chuck it at the Witchmon! If she was successful in that regard, then the tree would be flying with a considerable amount of force. What next...
Active Passives: Fatebreaker [RAM Upgrade Giga]: This entity has the same mysterious foresight that a Rasielmon would possess. As such, Mae has the ability to divine a potentially infinite number of futures, depending on the level she's at. There are, however, limits to her foresight. For one, the lower the level, the more muddied, limited, and opaque the visions will be. The higher, the clearer. Furthermore, in combat, this is only really applicable as a way to warn herself and others of various attacks. Whether she can dodge them or not even with this is entirely on her. Should she successfully dodge an attack she had a vision of, the chances she can dodge the next one are lower. Basically she can’t spam this unless she wants the hurt. Gotta Let it Out: Meicrackmon Vicious Mode fights with a blistering anger that builds up over time, gaining one each time she is struck or strikes someone. While this does dull a great many things, including morality, and the ability to tell from friend and foe past two stacks, this does increase her attack power by a good 10% for each stack. 4 stack limit. Mae loses a stack every turn she goes without hitting something or being struck by something. (No stacks here. No, really, if it doesn't hurt then it don't give a stack.) Born In The Abyss: This passive allows Meicrackmon VM to heal 7.5% every time she lands with an attack. She has the option to increase a cooldown by 1 if the move it belongs to impacts an enemy, in exchange for an additional 2.5% heal. Cast in Digizoid: You see those claws on Meicrackmon? They’re already really strong on their own, but what matters is they’re composed of Red Digizoid, and are laced with a venom that is most certainly the same type found in Meicoomon’s Data Crusher. Every three posts, Meicrackmon VM can ‘activate’ the claws and cause her next melee attack inflicted with the claws to be twice as powerful.
Mae uses the blast of wind to blow herself back towards a tree...That she promptly attempts to uproot and chuck at Witchmon. |
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Post by Carlos Rey on Nov 14, 2018 23:00:38 GMT
Despite being in such a dire spot Dio couldn't help but to chuckle as he saw the Baalmon being flung against the ground. There was some small solace to be found knowing that his foe was now hopefully be in almost as much pain as he was.
"Fool."However, all his taunting did not fix the gaping wound on his chest. As pain began coursing through the rest of his body, he'd suddenly find himself lacking the strenght to keep himself on the air, the demon descended rather rapidly, landing harshly on his knees while he grasped with one claw at his chest, trying to keep the data from leaking out. Yep, this Baalmon was either the same one, or closely related to the one up north. They both sure had a thing for chest injuries. Though this one was...fairly more severe than the last. That demon had been far too close to reaching his core, and Dio could certainly feel that. He felt drowsy, his vision slowly seemed to blur...but he was not going to stop now. Carlos (now well hidden behind more bushes and at a safe distance) looked on in worry as he notice his partner was in a rather bad shape...yet kept on fighting regardless. A part of him wanted to yell, to scream at the demon to just retreat, but he couldn't. They had started this fight already, they had to se it through to the end, else it came back to haunt them later. Again. The human felt a cold shiver run through his back as he noticed an all too familiar red smoke coming from his partner, a deep crinsom aura enveloping the demon. There he went again. Letting out a howl of pure fury, the demon stood his ground, eyes glistening with new found power, his feral like stance practically daring the Baalmon to come closer. Unbeknown to both Dio and Carlos though, this time there was more to that rage, more to that power. There was something...ancient, more insidious emanating from the demon... And more importantly, Carlos' digivice was starting to emit a faint glow...
Dio's survival instinct activates Crimson Curse!
Carlos' digivice is acting oddly...
Crimson Curse: Staying true to his barely suppressed virus nature, once his health is reduced by 50% this digimon can "toggle" a berserk like trance, allowing his lust for fighting to take control of him during a fight, forcing him to attack every turn if possible, but also buffing him to deal 40% increased damage while also taking 10% more damage from all sources. Additionally, his bloodlust is so great he has trouble differentiating friend from foe in the heat of combat, so he will not hesitate on attacking those that get in his way. He can however, with enough exertion of will power, stop himself from attacking for the turn. Doing this repeatedly has a slowly increasing risk of Neodevimon harming himself, however. Lasts until the end of the fight, can only be used once per thread.
Cooldowns:
Red Ray: (1/3)
System Shock: (3/3)
Durations:
Crimson Curse: (lasts until the end of the fight?)
D-Nail: (1/3)
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on Nov 16, 2018 0:20:47 GMT
"Gonna have to try a little harder than that, love!"
Heck, the MeiCrackmon didn't even brace herself to try and keep her footing - all the effort she had made to approach the Witchmon was torn back, Mae forced to take a nasty hit against a tree several yards behind her. The sorceress gave a playful wince and a chuckle, clearly enjoying taunting her opponent and picking away at her. Heck, so long as it stayed like this, she could...
... Was that a tree?! The Witchmon blinked, the unwieldy and massive projectile hurled in the Witchmon's direction! For the first time, she was forced to take a rather serious stance, that same blue sigil appearing in front of her. Once more, it was 'Aquary Pressure' - a powerful get of water forced through, to slice the tree and have it crack and fragment down the center! Coupled with a backstep, the splintering lumber caught the Witch's ankles, the Witchmon gritting her teeth in frustration.
"Oh, you're a dead kitty, now."
'In as much pain as he was'?
Last he checked, the Baalmon didn't have a massive hole in his chest, nor was he leaking all that much data. Sure, it took a few moments for the swordsman to regain his balance, but as Dio clasped his own claw over his chest, the Baalmon cracked right back into stance. Dio, meanwhile, seemed to have lost his sense of perception, merely giving a growl as he stood back like a feral beast.
Baalmon was not going to be baited by this. Instead, his sword once more took the form of a whip - one he would swing and crack, continuously, aiming right for that wound in Dio's chest. If he'd be forced to block with a claw, then the swordsman was just going to whittle him down from a distance.
"Truly a shame, Dio..." His tone remained low. "Once more, you're going to fail to protect a single thing."
Baalmon uses the passive 'Dǎshénbiān', taking its bladed whip form!
Witchmon uses Aquary Pressure! |
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Post by Mae on Nov 17, 2018 6:28:07 GMT
To Mae, the fact that her gambit with the tree paid off to some amount was immensely gratifying. Now she simply had to keep the pressure going. The Witchmon's attention was focused on her now, and she did seem to have pissed her right off with that. Now they were on the same page. She had to keep the attention on her. But...how... Oh, that's easy! She ran for another tree, this time with a plan in mind. She'd leap at it before her claws dug into the bark, and then leap off it. While she was on the tree, she let two of her lures drop, the lures quickly transforming into two Meicrackmon clones. They'd promptly get to the purpose they were made while Mae was in the air--they were gonna try uprooting this tree as well and hurling it at the Witchmon while the actual Meicrackmon made every effort to distract the Witchmon. Granted, she couldn't quite attack right now. So, she just tried to make herself look distracting as she landed and circled around the witch. Hopefully that would work.
Active Passives: Fatebreaker [RAM Upgrade Giga]: This entity has the same mysterious foresight that a Rasielmon would possess. As such, Mae has the ability to divine a potentially infinite number of futures, depending on the level she's at. There are, however, limits to her foresight. For one, the lower the level, the more muddied, limited, and opaque the visions will be. The higher, the clearer. Furthermore, in combat, this is only really applicable as a way to warn herself and others of various attacks. Whether she can dodge them or not even with this is entirely on her. Should she successfully dodge an attack she had a vision of, the chances she can dodge the next one are lower. Basically she can’t spam this unless she wants the hurt. Gotta Let it Out: Meicrackmon Vicious Mode fights with a blistering anger that builds up over time, gaining one each time she is struck or strikes someone. While this does dull a great many things, including morality, and the ability to tell from friend and foe past two stacks, this does increase her attack power by a good 10% for each stack. 4 stack limit. Mae loses a stack every turn she goes without hitting something or being struck by something. Born In The Abyss: This passive allows Meicrackmon VM to heal 7.5% every time she lands with an attack. She has the option to increase a cooldown by 1 if the move it belongs to impacts an enemy, in exchange for an additional 2.5% heal. Cast in Digizoid: You see those claws on Meicrackmon? They’re already really strong on their own, but what matters is they’re composed of Red Digizoid, and are laced with a venom that is most certainly the same type found in Meicoomon’s Data Crusher. Every three posts, Meicrackmon VM can ‘activate’ the claws and cause her next melee attack inflicted with the claws to be twice as powerful.
Mae tries to do a sly tactic and use the fact that the Witchmon is now pissed to approach her while her mini Meis try throwing another tree. Felt Made: Meicrackmon creates two clones out of the lures surrounding it. They mainly serve as decoys...that explode upon being struck. They also act autonomously of Meicrackmon, too. They can make basic attacks but otherwise cannot use any of her moves. The clones last for a round after creation. Two turn cooldown. Cooldowns: Felt Made: 0/2 |
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Post by Carlos Rey on Nov 20, 2018 4:20:19 GMT
Dio cared little about the gaping wound in his chest. Nor did he care about Baalmon's mocking comment (or the fact that this was indeed the same Baalmon from last time), nor did he even pay attention to how the other fight close to him was going. All he wanted right now was to dig his own claws deep into his foe, and tear out his own core as painfully as it was physically possible. All but the most basic feelings of self preservation remained, everything filled to the brim with pure, red tinged hate. Before he could begin to make his way to the demon however, the Baalmon was already on the offensive, his bladed whip once again cracking and swinging, intent on slashing into his chest yet again. Not this time. Raising his hands he'd attempt to block the incoming attacks, his wrists absorbing the impact whilst he tried his best to deflect the whip as far away from his chest as he could. He snarled in pain again and again as the attack made contact with him, drawing more bits of data, but his chest remained protected, and most importantly it did not stop his charge, slowly but surely closing in the distance with Baalmon. If left unnatended, once he got a bit closer he'd once again shoot an electrical wave from his hand at the other demon, trying to give himself some breathing room. All the while Carlos continued to observe the battle from his safe place, cringing every time his partner was hit again. Dio's single minded stubborness for a frontal attack, while almost commendable, would no doubt do the demon more harm than good. But there was only so much he could do to help. Maybe he should have asked someone to get him one of those D-Arcs everyone seemed to have. As he looked down for a moment however, he couldn't help but notice how...bright his Digivice had suddenly turned. He knew that light all too well...
Dio charges at Baalmon, taking some damage from the 'Dǎshénbiān' in the process, and shooting another System Shock.
Crimson Curse: Staying true to his barely suppressed virus nature, once his health is reduced by 50% this digimon can "toggle" a berserk like trance, allowing his lust for fighting to take control of him during a fight, forcing him to attack every turn if possible, but also buffing him to deal 40% increased damage while also taking 10% more damage from all sources. Additionally, his bloodlust is so great he has trouble differentiating friend from foe in the heat of combat, so he will not hesitate on attacking those that get in his way. He can however, with enough exertion of will power, stop himself from attacking for the turn. Doing this repeatedly has a slowly increasing risk of Neodevimon harming himself, however. Lasts until the end of the fight, can only be used once per thread.
System Shock: Charges up power within his arms, releasing a relatively short ranged (40ft) electrical arc from his hands. Deals heavy damage and lowers the enemy’s defense by 25% for two posts. Three post cooldown
Cooldowns:
Red Ray: (2/3)
System Shock: (0/3)
Durations:
Crimson Curse: (lasts until the end of the fight?)
D-Nail: (1/3)
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on Nov 20, 2018 23:30:44 GMT
Seriously, Mae was going to try and take to the air? Against a Witchmon, of all things?
Honestly, the sorceress couldn't ask for an easier target. If all went well, Mae wouldn't even have a chance to stick her landing: as the cat made her way to the tree and vaulted off of it, the Witchmon kicked off of the ground herself, floating deftly through the air as she neared her target. Neared, but not quite reached: after all, she still wanted to stay out of range of those nasty tendrils and claws, now didn't she?
No, all the Witchmon wanted to do was make more of a good thing: as she would approach her target, she'd press a palm forward, a familiar green sigil appearing between the two of them: "Baluna Gale!" At relatively-short-range, she'd let out a shotgun-like blast of air - both propelling herself backwards, away from the incoming tree, while simultaneously trying to send the MeiCrackmon flying through the canopy with a harsh blast of wind! If this hit?
Well. She'd have a hell of a time trying to find her way back.
And with the way things were going with Dio, the last thing he needed was a second fighter whipping away at him. For the Baalmon, this was quite literal: each strike was aimed with the intent to keep that claw in place... and, well, far more than that.
Baalmon had complete control of the fight, after all. Dio seemed too enraged to try and flee, and even if he did, that would turn Carlos into a hapless captive. Thus, pressed against a corner, the NeoDevimon would be pressed to attack - as memory served, his more damaging abilities were close ranged.
So he cut. He slashed, he swung, wearing away and cutting through that hand with each swing, as Dio slowly made his way, closer and closer. As he would step into that range, and move to attack, the Baalmon would switch gears.
He gave a step forward - gritting his teeth as that surging, electrical blast flowed through, grounded through his feet - and clicked his blade back into its more solid 'sword' form.
In one elegant movement, he'd give one heavy swing, intent on tearing right through that same wound...
... Or, if Dio was still blocking, the demon would gladly take an arm, as payment.
Witchmon uses Baluna Gale!
Baalmon uses the passive 'Dǎshénbiān', taking its sword form! |
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Post by Mae on Nov 22, 2018 23:24:14 GMT
See, this would be way more of an exercise in idiocy if one didn't take into account that Vicious Mode had one thing up her sleeve. She still could have visions. This was a bad idea, but she knew how she could possibly try making the most of this error. Mae whipped her arms forward as she neared her target, and grinned. As the Witchmon readied herself to blast Mae away, she made her move. "Spider Shooter!" Tendrils erupted from her arms, entwined into the shape of gattling guns and fired forth a salvo of energy bullets at the Witchmon as she was buffeted towards the canopy. She knew she was going to end up a ways up in the air if she didn't try snagging her tail on a branch, so that's what she attempted doing. Except she was not quite quick enough, so...There went a Meicrackmon through the canopy and into the air. That still left the issue of the clones, who were hard at work attempting to uproot another tree and send it for the Witchmon. Though, one was conspicuously absent as the other chucked the next improvised wooden weapon at the witch...Because she hitched a ride on the tree. As the other Meicrackmon clone hurled it. If it got anywhere near the Witchmon, then the clone would detonate. The other clone resorted for a suicidal rush at Witchmon too, in absence of the original. Another attempted boom.
Fatebreaker [RAM Upgrade Giga]: This entity has the same mysterious foresight that a Rasielmon would possess. As such, Mae has the ability to divine a potentially infinite number of futures, depending on the level she's at. There are, however, limits to her foresight. For one, the lower the level, the more muddied, limited, and opaque the visions will be. The higher, the clearer. Furthermore, in combat, this is only really applicable as a way to warn herself and others of various attacks. Whether she can dodge them or not even with this is entirely on her. Should she successfully dodge an attack she had a vision of, the chances she can dodge the next one are lower. Basically she can’t spam this unless she wants the hurt. Gotta Let it Out: Meicrackmon Vicious Mode fights with a blistering anger that builds up over time, gaining one each time she is struck or strikes someone. While this does dull a great many things, including morality, and the ability to tell from friend and foe past two stacks, this does increase her attack power by a good 10% for each stack. 4 stack limit. Mae loses a stack every turn she goes without hitting something or being struck by something. Born In The Abyss: This passive allows Meicrackmon VM to heal 7.5% every time she lands with an attack. She has the option to increase a cooldown by 1 if the move it belongs to impacts an enemy, in exchange for an additional 2.5% heal. Cast in Digizoid: You see those claws on Meicrackmon? They’re already really strong on their own, but what matters is they’re composed of Red Digizoid, and are laced with a venom that is most certainly the same type found in Meicoomon’s Data Crusher. Every three posts, Meicrackmon VM can ‘activate’ the claws and cause her next melee attack inflicted with the claws to be twice as powerful.
Mae tries to fire a Spider Shooter at Witchmon before she gets sent out of the canopy! ...For now? Meanwhile, the lure clones throw another tree, one hitches a ride on said tree and tries to blow herself up when/if she gets close to Witchmon. That fails, she goes boom. The other one goes to try blowing herself up near Witchmon as well. Spider Shooter: Meicrackmon’s hands turn into tendrils that in turn form twin gattling guns before she fires destructive energy bullets towards her foe, yet these are strangely more caustic in nature than in her regular Meicrackmon form, eating away at the data structure of whatever they find purchase in. Two post cooldown. Cooldowns: Felt Made: 1/2 Spider Shooter: 0/2 |
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Post by Carlos Rey on Nov 24, 2018 6:03:55 GMT
The whip continued whittling him away, making his charge harder and harder to maintain. While he managed to get close enough for an attack, that meant he was also in range for the Baalmon to make his move again, his sword moving through the air with deadly precision. Dio once again moved his arms to try to block it, to try and protect his most vulnerable spot, and... ...even through the sheer rush and numbness covering his body, he could still feel the sheer pain as the blade dug into him once again, cutting open his wounds even more. It got so bad it forced him to fully stop as he grasped at his injured...hand? Only now that he stopped to look at it could he see that he was in fact, missing his hand, having just been severed by the Baalmon's swift cut. The demon gawked in disbelief at his stump, completely frozen by the pain and shock, before glaring at his opponent, pure and raw hatred in his eyes, surely...but also fear. Could he finally have met his final match? Carlos merely shuddered in fear from his hiding spot, biting his lip as he saw his friend being mutilated in such a way. And to make matters worse, the Meicrackmon was nowhere to be seen, having just been sent flying by the witch. This bode poorly, to say the very least. The man took in a deep breath, and closed his eyes for a moment. He knew this was stupid, and was probably going to hurt if it didn't work. It didn't matter, if it meant giving his friend another fighting chance it was worth the risk. Clutching his digivice tightly in his hand, he got up from his hiding spot and began making a run for it torwards Dio, his hand that gripped the glowing device reaching out in the demon's direction. Dio saw the small figure coming from out of the trees on the corner of his vision, but before he could question what was his idiotic human doing however, and before he indeed saw the blinding light coming from the man's device, he felt it. The data bursting from his core, the power flowing through his body, the familiar and gentle light swallowing his form. Soon the demon would be bathed by a blinding light, as his form quickly grew in size and presence. The recently cut hand bursted into data, which soon started making its way into the glowing shape that was Dio. It didn't take long for the light to fade however, revealing...something that Carlos wasn't quite ready to see: A massive, muscular demon looking demon was in place of the familiar NeoDevimon. While his lost hand was back in place, there was still a very visible deep cut in his chest. The gargantuar beast rose from the ground making the chains covering his body rattle loudly, the newly formed Belphemon towering a good thirty two feet above the tamer and the Baalmon. With a low growl he moved to a side, putting his massive frame between the Baalmon and the human, moving with a swiftness and grace that something that size would not normally possess. Letting out a deafening roar the gigantic demon lord clasped his claws together, long trails of flames converging into them for a moment, which soon formed a long spear like shape between his palms. Soon after that he'd simply throw the flaming weapon directly at the Baalmon, the fiery projectile soaring through the air intent on piercing through the swordsman, just like he had done with Dio less than a couple minutes ago. And were it to land, the blue flamed lance would do much more than simply stabbing him.
Dio receives damage from the 'Dǎshénbiān' once again, digivolves to his Mega form and fires a Lance of Erebus at Baalmon.
[Passive] Mark of Sloth: This ability allows this digimon to set a target ablaze for two posts every time they deal damage with an ability. Instead of damaging the enemy however, the flames sap the energy from the digimon, slowing down their movements significantly. Can only proc every three posts after the mark has expired, and it may only affect one target at a time.
Lance of Erebus: After channeling dark flames into his hands Belphemon shapes them into the form of a massive fiery spear that may be thrown up to 2000 feet, though it's accuracy drops with range. Deals heavy damage. Two posts cooldown.
Cooldowns:
Lance of Erebus (0/3)
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on Nov 24, 2018 19:11:24 GMT
Well, talk about a lucky break - that crazy idea worked! Seeing that spiteful kitty be thrown through the canopy, the Witchmon couldn't help but give a grin... but it appeared that her troubles weren't quite over. Hampered in position as she was, all the Witchmon could do was raise her non-dominant left shoulder, to take the brunt of that caustic assault. Very quickly, the cloth was rend to a ragged state, her arm made black-and-red by the assault...
... But she was still standing. And with Mae temporarily vacated, and only two straightforward clones to deal with, she could get more of a plan into motion. With a smirk, a shadow slipped off into the woods, as her now-familiar blue sigil appeared in front of her. With another tree hurled - the third in a row - the Witchmon kicked off to the right, putting a good distance between herself and that javelin, which left her only the 'second' suicidal clone to deal with. One more straight 'Aquary Pressure' was fired - intent to simply catch that exploding cat in mid-air, only about halfway through her stride.
Dio, however, was very much on his back foot. The NeoDevimon was now missing an arm, the Baalmon seeing the writing on the wall. Like this, with his chest opened and arm hampered, all the swordsman had to do was keep a relatively safe distance - and sting the demon to death with his whip. It wasn't the most glamorous or humane death, in fact being akin to outright torture.
Carlos was not going to let that stand. Perhaps with the last of his energy, he let forth the light of his Digivice, a bright light similarly surrounding that NeoDevimon - until a much larger demon took its place. A demon, that still had a massive wound in its chest, and an arm that occasionally grew fuzzy with each motion. But his power could not be ignored, the Baalmon gritting his teeth as he put all of his effort into dodging to his left, that searing spear still catching his cloak alight as it landed heavily in the background. But, even still, he continued to cut, lashing that whip out at his legs.
At this point, it was more a distraction...
... As, through the shadows, the Witchmon's feline had found the now-exposed tamer. And without a MeiCrackmon to fully distract her, the sorceress could focus more on her conjurations. Giving a chuckle, the shadowy cat would sprint out, in an effort to surround, circle around, and climb up the tamer's frame. And should it reach, the cat's spectral body - the ghostly part that made up its lower body - would attempt to tighten and restrain around Carlos.
Witchmon uses Aquary Pressure! Baalmon uses the passive 'Dǎshénbiān', taking its whip form! Witchmon's familiar attempts to bind Carlos! |
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Post by Mae on Nov 27, 2018 3:49:30 GMT
Mae found herself up above, in the sky, and quickly descending. Under any other circumstances, this would be a pretty sight, but right now this was more an inconvenience than anything. She needed to get down from here safely, and get back in the fight. That roar she just heard was...
...Sonorous, irritating, and also a reminder that she had a job to do. Protect this forest. Prevent her visions from coming true. Simple. The cat entered a position best described as a diving one as she plummeted, and arranged herself so that she'd land on a branch (that had to hurt a little bit, really,) an affair that threatened to snap the branch off the tree, before she leapt from that to another. One. Two. Three. She made a series of jumps as she tried to get back to where the fight was, slightly relying on her visions to tell her where it was.
She needed to play this carefully.
Meanwhile, back with the Witchmon...The remaining familiar was far more suicidal than one might anticipate, practically throwing herself on the Aquary Pressure to -explode.- She seemed done. Plenty done.
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Post by Carlos Rey on Nov 27, 2018 22:35:16 GMT
To say Carlos was taken aback by his partner's new form would be putting it mildly. The sheer energy and power exuding from his now giant partner was overwhelming, awestriking, so much so the man spent a good time just staring at his partner as he wreaked havoc on the battlefield with ever small movement. One thing was for certain though: he would never again tease him over his whole Dark Lord schtick. Unfortunately, this gave the Witchmon's familiar enough time to sneak up on the human. To man's credit, he was quick to not only determine the spectral cat to be a menace, but to try to back away to try and give himself some room to make a rund for it. Unfortunately, he was still just a human trying to be more agile than a cat (a magical one at that), so it was no surprise that the feline reached his frame with no problem, restraining the man's movements and making him fall rather unceremoniously to the ground with a grunt. "God damnit!" He complained, annoyance dripping from his voice, trying his best to crawl back into the safety of cover. As if things weren't bad enough. Dio however, was too focused trying to hit the Baalmon to notice any of this, his hellish red eyes locked on the demon's movements as he dodged his attack. His retaliatory attacks agaisnt his legs, while painful, were nowhere near as bad as they had been a moment ago. He would have laughed at them had he been any less angry. This sudden power spike was exhilarating for him, almost intoxicating his mind with pure glee. But he could't enjoy this upgrade just yet, he had a battle to win. If he had had any qualms about seriously harming Baalmon because of his "help" way back when, any of those feelings had banished as soon as the Demon Lord digivolved. The demon's body tensed, a red glow rising from his chest all the way to his mouth, sparks of energy crackling out of the corner of his lips. "You...traitorous...FILTH!" His downright guttural yet commanding voice roared, as a massive torrent of red energy shot out of it, intent of blasting the demon below.
Dio is hit in the legs, and retaliates with Red Volt. Carlos is bound by the Witchmon's familiar.
Red Volt: An upgraded version of NeoDevimon's Red Ray. Gathering power from within and his surroundings Belphemon fires a massive red beam of destructive energy from his mouth, causing heavy damage and piercing through shields and armor. Three posts cooldown.
[Passive] Mark of Sloth: This ability allows this digimon to set a target ablaze for two posts every time they deal damage with an ability. Instead of damaging the enemy however, the flames sap the energy from the digimon, slowing down their movements significantly. Can only proc every three posts after the mark has expired, and it may only affect one target at a time.
Cooldowns:
Red Volt: (0/3)
Lance of Erebus (1/3)
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D-Reaper Scout
In-Training
Never The End
Posts: 0
OOC Name: NolChannel™
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on Nov 28, 2018 1:29:50 GMT
"Tch!"
Damn it, that girl had a bit of pep, didn't she! The Aquary Pressure was enough to detonate the clone far enough away from her to prevent serious damage, but she was still forced back into the woods, sleeves tattered and back bruised as she fell back against a solid tree trunk. Well, whatever - Mei was a bit too far away from the fight to contribute for the moment... and he had a catch to deal with. Baalmon, after all, had just managed to fully draw Dio's attention. He likely didn't even realize the dire straits that Carlos found himself in.
The Witchmon, meanwhile, was not going to let this opportunity slip by. With Carlos restrained against the ground, the cat practically cackling in his ear, the Witchmon would approach from behind, and attempt to simply pluck the human up by the scruff of his shirt.
"Now, doesn't your partner look a bit too dangerous?" The sorceress would chuckle. "Just hand over the Digivice, boy. That, or I'll put a nice hole in your stomach with a jet of water. Trust me, both are equally good at severing your connection to your Digital Light."
As Witchmon was playing hardball, well, Dio seemed very invested in his fight against the Baalmon, to the point of sheer rage. Whatever form the Impmon had taken, any form of rationale or restraint was gone - practically ignoring the damage to his legs as he poised both an intimidating - and heavily telegraphed - attack.
The Baalmon's whip once more retracted into a blade, a similar red light gracing its frame:
"Kamui."
Dio would see that blade flick out, a powerful surge of energy rocketing out to meet that 'Red Volt' - briefly cutting a swath through the center, before the energy would reconvene right around in one powerful beam. However, that was enough: kneeling down, and using the blade to divert a good section of the blast, a battered and steaming swordsman knelt in Dio's presence.
Down, but not out, as he crawled back up to his feet.
"... Says the Sloth..."
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Mae
Official Grader
The Royal Shipper
I'm the oracle that's had enough.
Posts: 607
OOC Name: Bass
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Post by Mae on Nov 30, 2018 6:14:00 GMT
Another vision quickly played out in Mae's vision as she continued to maneuver through the forest. Then another. Things were actually beginning to look increasingly grim...Yet why was that? Once the cat had come to where there had been uprooted trees, she paused. This was where she had pulled that trick a few times.
So, the next step was to maneuver around. She could vaguely make everyone out...Even the big guy! She was swearing that he felt familiar. Mae made a silent descent from her tree and began to maneuver around the canopy, making sure to keep herself out of sight. Much like some kind of predator, really...
It'd take some time before she was ready to make a move that might show some significance.
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Post by Carlos Rey on Nov 30, 2018 23:20:10 GMT
Carlos couldn't do much else than glaring angrily in the familiar's direction, not nearly as amused as the spectral creature seemed to be. This didn't last however, as he was picked up by the witch clad in red, whom was rather quick and to the point with him about what would happen if he didn't stop his partner's rampage. His heart skipped a beat and a cold shiver crawled down his spine...but even so his answer to her demands was probably not what she wanted to hear.
"...a-and what's keeping you from doing just that and killing us after I hand it over?"
He spat back, hiding his fear behind a flimsy facade of bravery. Truth be told, all he was doing was trying to make time. For what? He didn't quite know, but right now this was his best choice. Fighting back against an Ultimate digimon as a mere human was obviously out of the question, but so was surrendering. They had seen what these two were capable off, and him and Dio had been the ones to start the fight, so it was highly unlikely that the pair would let them off the hook so easily.
And if he called for help to Dio he was sure that the witch wouldn't have any qualms about fulfilling her threat, or even try to use him as a bargaining chip against his partner. All he could do now was just try to stall for time, if only for long enough for his partner to finish his own fight. For that he said the thing that had been on his mind since the beggining.
"Why are you doing this? What do you even hope to accomplish here?"
And yet, despite how bad things were, this was still somewhat preferable to being locked in that one book again like last time.
As his attack seemed to do a number on the swordsman, the Demon Lord let out an evil chortle, clearly enjoying himself and his new found power. Had he been in any other situation, he'd probably take some more time fighting, trying to test out the limits of this new form. But he was pressed for time, and was still much to angry to think about anything other than defeating his opponent as soon as possible.
"Enough talk."
But despite this he wasn't completely far gone yet, and he knew better than to underestimate an opponent, even on his last legs.
So what better way than to . With a loud clicking sound some of the many chains wrapped around his wrist loosened and were now hanging close to the ground, swinging back and forth as the flames surrounding them coiled and danced. He swung his arm in the Baalmon's direction, the chains aiming to smash into the demon not unlike massive whips.
Dio attacks the weakened Baalmon with Chains of Torment. He is still very much unaware of Carlos' predicament.
Chains of Torment: Wielding one of the many chains coiled around his body, Belphemon whips the flaming chain in a sweeping motion in front of him, causing medium damage up to three targets in front of him. Additionally, the afflicted targets will be rooted in place by spectral chains for one post. Four posts cooldown.
Cooldowns:
Chains of Torment: (0/4)
Red Volt: (1/3)
Lance of Erebus (2/3)
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