Siren77
Bored Ancient
As the Wahlru’s circled about the Cambion, it carefully eyed every last one of them and waited for them to make the first move. Sure enough, one brave soul stepped forward with quick drying cement dispenser, something that once again caused the Cambion to chuckle. Deciding that it wanted to toy with them all before slaughtering every last one of them, it didn’t move and instead continued with its initial plan of sitting still and letting them act first.
Everything occurring afterwards happened in a flash. First the Wahlru with the cement gun had targeted its joints and its feet to keep it stable, then it was to suddenly be bombarded by thousands of bullets, plasma rounds, explosives, and all other manner of volatile projectiles that all cleanly were deflected by its dense and unfathomably strong armor. For a moment it almost thanked Weil for the genius that went into creating this new alloy. As the shot rained down upon it, the Cambion took it all like it was nothing and began struggling against the cement. Cracks began to show, and soon the machine of war broke free from its sediment bonds. A few blows to release its own feet later, it then slowly began to walk through the assault.
The Wahlru that had initially laid him down with cement now stood armed with a heavy plasma turret that was railing against the plating on its chest just like everything else. Soon, it finally came close enough to grab the man by his face and hurl him upwards, only to smash his head straight to the ground with a thud. A pair of punches were thrown that caved in the skull of the Wahlru before the Cambion hoisted up his body and temporarily used it to absorb oncoming fire as it lunged for one of the rocket turrets. Shoving the now dead Wahlru’s head into the cannons mouth, the turret then backed up, jammed, and blew up taking out surrounding targets with the shrapnel and debris.
“My turn.” It growled before the pieces in its armored wrists began moving around. It’s left hand was to be replaced by a plasma cannon, while its left drew a large red solar blade spanning around ten feet.
Mercilessly, the Cambion began flying from target to target, either cutting them down, blowing them sky high with its cannon, or using them as meat shields against the onslaught from the other resistance troops. While it was exceptional tough, it wasn’t impervious. It knew full well that if this went on for too long it would eventually be broken through and taken down. So it had to disable as many heavy duty weapons as possible.
As the Cambions rampage commenced, Ezro hastily switched his Hellfire to its sniper phase and unleashed a trio of shots against the Cambion as it ran about. The first two missed entirely, but the third made contact with the knee of the mechanoloid, causing it to stumble for a moment then continue. Cursing under his breath, Ezro moved through the army of Wahlru’s and got as close as he could before aligning just in front of the Cambion and firing three times again. This time, in quick succession, all three shots hit the same spot at the center of its chest which caused it to stumble backwards and growl.
A dent was beginning to form, but it would be a long time before any serious progress was made in it.
“Continue targeting its joints and chest, try and be consistent with the placement. Wearing down one specific spot is the only way we’re gonna disable it!” Ezro hollered as he unclipped the empty Plasma core before plugging in a new one and opening fire once more. “Ute! Al! How’s that drill coming!?”
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Everything occurring afterwards happened in a flash. First the Wahlru with the cement gun had targeted its joints and its feet to keep it stable, then it was to suddenly be bombarded by thousands of bullets, plasma rounds, explosives, and all other manner of volatile projectiles that all cleanly were deflected by its dense and unfathomably strong armor. For a moment it almost thanked Weil for the genius that went into creating this new alloy. As the shot rained down upon it, the Cambion took it all like it was nothing and began struggling against the cement. Cracks began to show, and soon the machine of war broke free from its sediment bonds. A few blows to release its own feet later, it then slowly began to walk through the assault.
The Wahlru that had initially laid him down with cement now stood armed with a heavy plasma turret that was railing against the plating on its chest just like everything else. Soon, it finally came close enough to grab the man by his face and hurl him upwards, only to smash his head straight to the ground with a thud. A pair of punches were thrown that caved in the skull of the Wahlru before the Cambion hoisted up his body and temporarily used it to absorb oncoming fire as it lunged for one of the rocket turrets. Shoving the now dead Wahlru’s head into the cannons mouth, the turret then backed up, jammed, and blew up taking out surrounding targets with the shrapnel and debris.
“My turn.” It growled before the pieces in its armored wrists began moving around. It’s left hand was to be replaced by a plasma cannon, while its left drew a large red solar blade spanning around ten feet.
Mercilessly, the Cambion began flying from target to target, either cutting them down, blowing them sky high with its cannon, or using them as meat shields against the onslaught from the other resistance troops. While it was exceptional tough, it wasn’t impervious. It knew full well that if this went on for too long it would eventually be broken through and taken down. So it had to disable as many heavy duty weapons as possible.
As the Cambions rampage commenced, Ezro hastily switched his Hellfire to its sniper phase and unleashed a trio of shots against the Cambion as it ran about. The first two missed entirely, but the third made contact with the knee of the mechanoloid, causing it to stumble for a moment then continue. Cursing under his breath, Ezro moved through the army of Wahlru’s and got as close as he could before aligning just in front of the Cambion and firing three times again. This time, in quick succession, all three shots hit the same spot at the center of its chest which caused it to stumble backwards and growl.
A dent was beginning to form, but it would be a long time before any serious progress was made in it.
“Continue targeting its joints and chest, try and be consistent with the placement. Wearing down one specific spot is the only way we’re gonna disable it!” Ezro hollered as he unclipped the empty Plasma core before plugging in a new one and opening fire once more. “Ute! Al! How’s that drill coming!?”
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