[GAME] The void between worlds page 2 (locked)

(Oh, sorry. You can just hitch a ride to Al’Kiem from arcanes forest. The main ways are by asking someone with magic to send you there, get a ride from a dragon that might be going their, or just walk…very…dangerously…stupid shifting wilds)

Laima

“Don’t Call me Miss Pointy, elflight. Anyways, that’s your plan. Due to the fact that I’m probably almost completely useless against him in all aspects, I’m just going to have to rely on the fact that if he stabs me in the everywhere, I might not die. And nobody but me has a ranged attack, I think, so I’m going to have to stick back here because my melee would likely be an arm-spike.” (I think the basically threw his sword at Gregory here. Correct me if I’m wrong.)

Laima then attempts to move in front of Gregory to prevent the sword from stabbing his everywhere.

(“Yiu, why are you so mean?” BECAUSE YOU’RE A GLASS CANNON. NOW BE A ****ING TANK.)

Jacques
You begin to run towards Rustgear, picking up tons of speed. You jump, and bounce off his head, which should disorient him. You then proceed to draw one of your daggers and plunge it into the arm that’s not a sword, pull it out, and get the heck out of there. You continue this procedure for a couple of minutes, chipping away at his health while still out of range of an attack, occasionally pulling off some acrobatic stunt to show off.

Gregory
That…that almost hit me. I…I could of died. If these people weren’t around I would definitely be killed…

“Thank you…” ,I silently whisper, ashamed that I didn’t do anything on my part yet. I then notice the meaner person attacking rustgear with a dagger. Seeing this kind of attack strategy just goes poorly in my mind, why use normal weaponry on a golem? Rustgears armor is too tough to attack that way, but maybe… “Laima, could I borrow something?” , I only say this as a statement, because right after I speak the words I pull the spear out of her chest and run at Rustgear.

Rustgear
The speed type is using a basic little strategy, trying to outmanuever me. Imagine the few seconds of hesitation when I show him how fast I am. [Activating inner workings: Transferring weapon power to speed] With this, I should catch up, unless his speed goes past this.

The next time Jaques attacks, rustgear quickly grabs his arm with a crushing grip. Next he would simply toss him away, in the direction of Gregory. Quickly after that, he would reload his swordshot mechanism and shoot it straight through the two targets. Of course thats all in the next few seconds, unless jacques escapes somehow.
(Slightly tired on this post…Also if someone wishes to take over the use of Rustgear in this fight, simply ask in the signups.)

Laima

The sword piercing my chest hurt. Quite a bit, too. “Sure, what do you need to borr- OW.” Pulling out the sword form the other end was more painful. Afterwards, I charge forward, in a feeble attempt to distract Rustgear.

After he threw Jaques, I charge as fast as I can, which is not particularly fast, towards him. Perhaps I could actually land a good hit on him. While charging, I throw fire bolts towards him, trying to draw his attention.

Ember’s magical strength may have been unaffected by his appearance in the Void, but his physical strength takes longer to recover. After a few minutes, that dragon pushes up to his feet. As he stands, he hears multiple crashing and shattering noises. Then looking down, he notices that he landed on some building, a storage facility judging by all the various kinds of debris and absence of any people, and with a rather large city close by. It doesn’t take long afterwards for a crowd to gather though, some having seen him fall unconscious through a portal and others just hearing the crash. Even in a world such as this, a dragon is uncommon enough of a sight for them to not be sure what to do about him. Before they can decide to attack him for causing such destruction, Ember spreads his wings and takes to the air. Unable to quickly change direction immediately after leaving the ground, he flies straight over that city, his shadow falling on the coliseum as he passes overhead.

Jacques
I twist my arm in an attempt to escape, and swing my other arm around as well, in a second attempt to stab my other dagger into a clink in his armor that should be there, unless he’s some kind of robot. If neither of those work, I would start actually trying, and pivot myself into a position in which I could push off of him with my legs. Sure, it might break my arm, but what are battle medics for if not theis specific situation. In an attempt to disorient him, I begin spouting random words.
[Unless he already threw me, in which case, I’ll edit.]

(He already threw you dood)
Gregory
Just a few feet away from hitting rustgear, and he throws the mean guy in my direction. I do a quick (and slightly scared) leap to my left, effectively dodging the human missle. Next, I throw the spear at rustgear, hoping the spear hits something…

Rustgear
The constructs flames cause no damage or effect, except increasing my metal shell’s tempature. That problem can be fixed by a quick use of my coolant system. Then something I didn’t calculate happened, the odd target throwing my own weapon at me. My first calculation when he started to throw was that it would be minor damage, but when he threw it at an accelerated speed…it was enough to completely peirce my form. Thankfully, the sword only stabbed into a backup system, so I’m relatively unharmed. If he does that again however, I would most likely be destroyed.
[Weapon activated: Spread missle] Several slots on my shoulders pop up into a miniturized rocket launching system. Then I target most of them at the construct, which should cause a fatal blow with the explosive impact. The rest I aim at the odd target, who most likely will be slain by the attacks. (Jacques, thank your lucky stars you only got thrown.)

Bella Thorne

I packed up some fruit and I jumped down from the entrance branch of my treehouse. I landed on the ground silently, the fresh grass softening my movements. Al’Kiem here I come! I dashed through the series of trees in my way. I heard some bird caws and continued running, not running out of breath. I narrowly avoided a tree in my way by spinning around it. I hear some complaints by someone in a tree nearby, but I’m not listening. I knew where I wanted to go. I gently jumped over a long-ways log in my way. I smirked at the fact that I wasn’t on my face right now. The wind was heading the way I was going, so my speed increased quickly. I ducked under a low branch and side-stepped a rabbit. I kept running; my treehouse becoming a blur behind me. I felt invincible. I felt like flying. I felt normal.

[I guess I’ll dangerously walk there…]

Laima

I continue firing fire bolts, however, aiming them specifically at the holes that have opened in Rustgear’s shoulders, since they just opened, and may be dangerous. Like rockets or something weird like that.. Totally not breaking the fourth wall. I try to keep mostly far away from it, to be prepared to move around if needed.

(Um, Yiu you may want to do something about dodging those missles rustgear shot out at you. Speaking of dodging missles…)
Gregory
After a brief bit of satisfaction at the sword appearing to deal damage, Gregorys happy grin soon turns grim. Why? Because after the attack rustgear shot some odd things (Missles were they? I never paid much attention to advanced weapons…) from openings on his shoulders, which are flying around in random, unpredictable curves. So Gregory gulps, and then dives forward, a few missles exploding near enough to send him flying upwards. (With cuts, bruises, damaged stability, and a whole bunch of damage….death on landing of course…) Upwards, into a certain green dragons face as he passes by. (Nevermind, he’s a bug on a dragon sized plane now…wait thats no plane…)

Rustgear
As laima’s fire attacks hit my shoulders, unluckily (For rustgear of course…lucky for us! Well…cept Gregory, he’s getting hit and run by a dragon right now) hitting before the panels close, which starts off a chain reaction as multiple missles burst into a display of flying fire and steel. The end result being both shoulders destroyed, and my arms scattered into peices around the arena, with quite a few “spears” lying around. Suddenly a rarely used option appears in my calculations, surrender, something that I quickly decide isn’t worth it. So I activate a sort of spiky armor mode, and attempt to ram straight into the construct. (Quick question: Should we have pure RP fights, or RP fights with small amounts of tactical elements as in having a grid to determine where the bloody ****ing hell everyone is standing)

(Oh, I am so tempted to take this opportunity to have Ember swallow Gregory. No, that wouldn’t end well, though it would be entertaining, for me anyway.)

As he flies, Ember stares downwards, keeping alert and fearing attack from below. He does regret flying over the city instead of away from it, since most places that he has encountered are able to defend their skies with bows or cannon fire more accurately than when firing outwards too; however, at this point, turning around would take more time than keeping on his current course, so he continues onwards. The dragon isn’t sure whether to be worried or relieved by the fact that there aren’t any kinds of weapons being fired at him, but that confusion is shattered by the shock of some human being launched towards him. Completely caught off guard, all Ember can do there is twist his head, getting Gregory’s shirt caught on a neck spine. Luckily for Gregory, getting caught there doesn’t cause any further injury. Ember, meanwhile, growls and flips over in the air, attempting to fling him off.

Gregory
As Gregory is caught unto the neck spine, he breathes a pained sigh (More of a groan actually) of relief. Of course, that sigh turns into frightened screams as ember starts doing flips in the air. Thankfully for Gregory, his shirt keeps him attached to the dragon, but the shirt then lets out a loud tearing sound near the end of the flip. So in a terrified and pleading voice (And slightly sick…I should add fear of heights to Gregory’s profile now…) Gregory yells out, “Can you please let me down gently! I don’t want to die!” Even if ember decided to just pick this person off of him, he can feel a faint aura of…odd…magical energies on the boy. (More of a teenager, but seeing as how ember could easily chomp em down, I’ll just say boy.)

(RP fights with tactical elements.)

Laima

I didn’t expect that to actually work. Then noticing the number of missles flying in my general direction, I turn, and run the other way, blasting random fire bolts in their direction, trying to detonate them mid flight.

Additionally, what the hell happened to Gregory? I saw him there a bit ago, then he flew away. Weird.

(Laima, it was less flying and more getting blown up. Also, I don’t think I’m getting much people interested in this RP game D: Quick! Someone sell out to a big company and force them to play!)
Rustgear
The majority of the missles are destroyed by the firebolts, but the detonations spread smoke across the arena, which obscures peoples natural vision. Unfortunately, Rustgear is unhindered by the smoke, and tackles his spike-covered body at Laima. (Thats…gotta hurt) If the construct is still able to move, Rustgear has a simple plan of smashing her into tiny crystal shards with his feet.

[Hey nimbus, I suggest you help Laima out before she gets turned into a crystal necklace]

(No need for the assistance, Nimbus. Logicalness gives me an advantage.)

Laima

Wow. That hurt.

Rustgear has succeeded in stabbing me with himself. The bad part(For him, at least), is that he is stuck to me due to spikes going through crystals and becoming stuck. Unable to see, but knowing where he is due to being stuck to him, I use Burning Hands to makes my hands essentially on fire, then punch him repeatedly. Unless of course, my hand gets stuck to him. If that happens, I keep up the burning hands in an attempt to overheat his shell.

(This is totally not awkward. TOTALLY NOT AWKWARD. I mean not like my face is firmly planted against his and DAMNIT STOP GIVING MYSELF MENTAL IMAGES.)

(How is it akward? You are stuck closely to a machine, but its only a robot! It’s not like he has any attachments like that and…GRAAAAH NOW I HAVE MENTAL IMAGES! Also, for further jokes regarding this…Remember that you were impaled by him several times…I swear I’m getting hit by someone now…)
Rustgear
Another miscalculation, another damn miscalculation. I should update my systems after this battle, if I have any left that is. Hopefully I can take out this construct, if not…well I wont need to go get anymore upgrades.

(Quick reminder: Remember when the sword shot stabbed into Laima with minimal damage? Yeeeeaaaaah, just keep that in mind as you read this part)
I wish I could grin, as I soon see the crystal fist bash into my armor. While it is denting me, it also causes small cracks across her hands. After I let her get a few hits in, I have the spikes retract, which should cause damage. Next I’ll just piston kick her in the chest, unless she dodges. (Note: I really think I should get someone to fight as a Boss for me…Who agrees?)

Originally posted by doombringer2000:

(How is it akward? You are stuck closely to a machine, but its only a robot! It’s not like he has any attachments like that and…GRAAAAH NOW I HAVE MENTAL IMAGES! Also, for further jokes regarding this…Remember that you were impaled by him several times…I swear I’m getting hit by someone now…)
Rustgear
Another miscalculation, another damn miscalculation. I should update my systems after this battle, if I have any left that is. Hopefully I can take out this construct, if not…well I wont need to go get anymore upgrades.

(Quick reminder: Remember when the sword shot stabbed into Laima with minimal damage? Yeeeeaaaaah, just keep that in mind as you read this part)
I wish I could grin, as I soon see the crystal fist bash into my armor. While it is denting me, it also causes small cracks across her hands. After I let her get a few hits in, I have the spikes retract, which should cause damage. Next I’ll just piston kick her in the chest, unless she dodges. (Note: I really think I should get someone to fight as a Boss for me…Who agrees?)

(Notice: The spikes retracting dealing damage wouldn’t really work. Considering they likely just shattered the crystals as they went in, there’s not much around them to deal damage to her from retracting. Moving on.)

So then the spikes retracted. I kept up the burning hands, still trying to overheat him, and then grabbed him by the shoulders. Sort of yelling, I attempted to throw him to the ground, then would stomp on his head, due to the fact that my legs are really really heavy.

(Ah, once more, my apologies for the delay in posting.)

Once Gregory starts talking, Ember slows down. Upright again, with that human still caught on a neck spine, the dragon flaps his wings gently to hover in place. So, the boy apparently did not intend to be tossed upwards as an attack; that much he is able to determine from his tone of voice. While he does continue to be uncertain of his own safety, Ember doesn’t want to cause unnecessary pain by dropping that human. He quickly looks around for a clearing large enough for him to land without crushing any buildings. Only one place within the city appears fitting, and even looks to the dragon that it may have been designed for such a purpose. The clearing is large enough that, even though there are some other creatures on the ground down there, he should have enough room to safely land. Extending his wings fully, he glides downwards in a tight circle, giving one last flap to slow himself down for a landing. And so, Ember lands in the center of the arena, bending his neck to let Gregory pull free.

Gregory
I sigh gladly as he lets me down, taking small notice in the crowds slight excited reaction to the dragon appearing. As I cant really reach the part my shirts stuck on (Curse you shirt for ripping to where your out of reach, yet still hanging on!) I just flail around a while, until my shirt rips completely apart and I fall heavily upon my but. Quickly, I stand up and bow to the dragon “Thank you for not letting me…um…fall.” , and then I turn to try and help Laima in a mad dash.
Rustgear
Laima did suceed in throwing Rustgear down, But steel rods popped out of his back and pushed him back upwards in a headbutt. In mid-swing, its head takes on a bulkier, buch more devastatingly heavier form that would probably break her apart. Thing is, the headbutt never landed, as Gregory ran in and kicked rustgear away. (If you say it would take more strength than a human to do this, then just remember what Gregorys power is and who is exactly in the arena right now >.>)

Jacques
“The fuck..” you mutter. Stupid fucking robot knocked you out! And now, for some reason, there’s a dragon and the robot’s head is gone and the crystal wierdo is yelling despite having no mouth- “I suddenly understand jack shit,” you say, and get back in the fight, this time a bit more wary of his moves.

Laima

This is unexpected.

To basically, in the process of 3-4 minutes, we were getting out asses kicked, followed by the speedy idiot getting knocked up knocked unconscious, the person shooting missles, me gaining a level in badass after blowing his arms off, finally followed by a dragon coming out of the sky. With Gregory on top. Who just most likely saved my life.

What. I mean, it’s all fine, especially the last part, but what.

So anyways, after all of that happened, I just shot fire bolts repeatedly at his face, chest, and legs, due to the fact that he had no arms. “Hey, speedy bitch, he has no arms now. You won’t be getting thrown again. Impaled is another story. Also, Gregory, thank you for the whole kicking his face away thing.”

Jacques
“Fuck off, Crystal Bitch,” you say and shift into high gear which is the same as low gear but faster.

Rustgear
Being stopped from destroying the construct had some…breaking…effects on rustgears program integrity (Basically a robots “sanity”). Being stopped by an anomaly made it even worse, even to the point of rustgear activating the spike armor again. “You…won’t live through this battle…Creature..,” At these words Rustgear rushes towards gregory, ignoring any and all attacks sent towards him so he could just…hurt…him… (Bad Gregory! You messed up the robot! “Um…sorry?”)

Gregory
Gregory winces at the use of foul words by these people, but nods his head with a cheerfull and kidlike smile when Laima thanks him. He does look at Jacques a bit angrily, still not liking much about the person. Then, Rustgear managed to ram into Gregory.

The impact wasn’t meant to kill, but rather made to where Gregory was hit in several non-lethal places. All the others could see was the spikes piercing through soft, delicate flesh and back into open air. Along with this came bleeding, lots of it to be exact… “Wh…what…the….” , Gregory manages to gurgle out, as one wound pierced a lung and filled them with warm blood, which is currently choking Gregory.

Rustgear
“Target….eliminated…” ,Rustgear says as he retracts the spikes from gregory, a hatefull yet blank stare across his metal face. As Gregory slumps to the ground, his life bleeding away, Rustgear’s chest opens up, to reveal quite a few deadly firearms pointed in Jacques and Laima’s direction.
(…You killed Gregory! You bastard! Wait a second…technically I control rustgear….I’m the bastard!)

Laima

Now I’m pissed off.

I charge at Rustgear, shooting fire bolts at his chest and acctivating burning hands. Once I get close , I punch him, again, as hard as I can. I aim for the head, specifically into the center of where his forehead would be. If I kill him fast enough, I might be able to save Gregory from complete and utter no chance of living. Might.