Villains & Heroes II: Endless Battle: RP Thread

[Hollycrest]

The girl managed to slip through the crowd after Fission, shoving herself into the train car followed shortly by Gear. She squeezed herself into the back of the car next to them and remained stiff as the train headed along.

When the majority of the subway occupants had left and only she and her two associates remained, she stared aimlessly out the window.

_"Well, today's certainly been eventful."_ She decided. _"Who knows what surprise we're gonna get once we get to the airport?"_

Once the door slid open, she followed Fission out and surveyed the area with a quick sweep of her eyes.

DailyRoLord GearBlade654 archur

 

[archur]

Minor Arc 1​

We're going to have some sort of a problem. My pawn isn't working quite right, and with my latest scans, a few new threats have just entered my immediate threat vicinity. My drones that I have stretched outwards to the meddling copters bring valuable pieces of scrap from the wreckage they had created of foolish contraptions. None of them share the origin of human biological material, which only proves how useless they are. Their corpses aren't even useful without additional processes, stupid humans.

No, these were the targets my pawn was supposed to be tying up. What happened? There was a 1/32486 chance that they would leave battle against a 'villain' according to my latest calculations and combat evaluations. Recalculating.

As the rampaging robot recalculated it's own chance of success against independent variables, it set aside that sub-function to the side to focus on it's main goal, eradicating all human life, crawling inside the airport's docking ports, where the main aggregate of humans would be most likely located, considering the speed that an average panicked human mob would move at, and the volume of humans. They would be out within the next fifteen minutes, approximately. Plenty of time to fully eradicate every single morsel of this pathetic species.

I release a nest of drones designed to remove humans forcibly from existence using a matter of long range firearms from my underbelly, releasing pod bay doors like a bomber, releasing a payload of identical shock troopers, who mowed down humans with ease. The main chassis of the Omnitron robot would instead create more space for it to move around as to catch the rest of said humans, breaking massive glass panels and lifting the roof of the airport from it's foundations and heaving it onto the main chassis of Omnitron, allowing it to expertly maneuver itself to slide off to the side of the massive building, the roof of the building being carried by gravity down onto an airplane, destroying it entirely in many tons of concrete, punctuating it's death with a fiery plume of an explosion, sending shrapnel in every which direction, placing pieces of hot metal right at the feet of the heroes who sought to disrupt the absolute carnage Omnitron created, a challenge to them to try and beat him in this cruel game of chaos.

-x-​

Still quite disappointed with it's pawn's failure of autonomy, Omni used some of it's processing power to continue firing it's minigun at the heroes nearby, wheeling around it's firearm to the barrier of ice that stood between Frostbite and Gust and itself.

Frostbite​

"What are you-" Considering that he's been asked stranger questions by stranger folk, he paused and reevaluated with the little time he did have, and peeked his head over to the massive metal demon. He estimated before catching a bullet with his shoulder, a stream of steam and blood leaking out of the entry and exit hole.

"A meter or so." He grunted, freezing the holes shut. "Should be good enough." He said, before refreshing the ice barrier with a new layer of ice to stop the bullets that it was protecting them from.

The shriek of the minigun only grew louder as the bullets were focused at them when the other targets left the area. "Whatever you're doing, do it now!" He began to peek over and launch a few ice-spikes at the villain to stall him as long as he could, before the shield inevitably broke.

Hollycrest GearBlade654 DailyRoLord Daunting_Doggo doggodaily​

 

[GearBlade654]

Gear
Armor Status: Taking Damage!
Status: OK
I spot the drones and their miniguns. Hmph. It looks like we've been spotted. No matter.
"What, is this it?" I say in a casual, lighthearted tone-but anyone with decent perception can hear the stress under it.
I conjure a gravity field around me. My energy is draining, and I hear bullets screaming as they swerve to strike me instead.
But I wear heavy armor for a reason.
"So, anyone got a plan? I'll stop these bullets for now, but even heavy armor has it's limits!"

 

[archur]

???​

We barely make it into the mouth of the cave, most of us barely held together by fear of the enemy, hope for salvation, and damn dogged determination not to let our fallen down. As soon as I had found an appropriate spot to rest, my legs had collapsed from under me, my rump bouncing off the ground from the non-stop marching and fleeing from the enemy. A handful of my fellow Ravens, the few of us left, had already began to scout our new sanctum, while others rested like I did.

"Hawkwood."

"Croaker?" I look up to a somewhat spindly figure, only a figure at all from the armor he was laden with. He was in some disrepair, but stood tall as he approached me.

"We found something you need to see, come on." He offered his hand, and I took it, the sound of my armor jingling as I stood up completely.

Together, we left the others to enter deeper into the cave, the darkness of the system beginning to envelop us as we descended deeper. Darker, and deeper, the darkness soon became choking, drowning out the other senses. How were we going the right way, and how did the others find this so quickly? These questions became answered as I heard the sound of a stream, and a soft glow gave way to the darkness which spat us out into a new, bigger cavern.

"James! You wouldn't believe it!" I hear from across the cavern. A glittering lake is between me and my friend, Wetzhausen, Wetz for short.

"It's beautiful. How'd you guys find this?"

Wetz chuckled, waving a hand dismissively to me before gesturing to the water. "We walked in the dark! But look, the water!" He knelt down and extended a gauntlet down to the water, swished it about, then yanked it back out, the previously dirty metal clean again.

"What's so special about that? You just cleaned your armor."

"Look at this!" He shouts back to me, before sprinting across the edge of the lake just to show me his gauntlet. It was immaculate, no scratches, metal was mended. It was as if it were just forged days ago.

"Incredible." I said, flabbergasted at the discovery. I uncork my waterskin, and fill it with this magical liquid, soon stepping into it myself. My feet feel as if some strange mistress is scrubbing each and every aspect of my foot, the boot that contains it being restored to when it was originally hewn. I walk deeper into this magical lake, and I feel my very being becoming clean, pure in a sense. My body and armament is rejuvenated, the rust and grime gone, and the fatigue and days without rest wiped away with each step deeper into the lake.

Fish swim between my legs, and up my arms, spiraling happily as if they welcomed my arrival. A welcome to a refugee. I snap out of it, realizing that just because this lake is magical, doesn't mean that the Blackguard aren't on our tails. It's time to move once more. I begin my trudge from the middle of the lake, slowly rising from the water, first my chest emerging, then slowly the rest of my body rises from the lake.

I plant a foot firmly down onto the sandy shore, and as I lift my other foot to follow, I feel it catch something. All motion stops from my comrades. They stand still flabbergasted as I trace my gaze down to my foot, where a hand remains on my ankle. I reach for my sword, before the rest of the figure attached to the hand rises out of the water incredibly quickly, almost as if it were a blur of motion, it's hand already on the hilt of my blade.

"I wouldn't suggest doing that." They say, a woman's voice. I slowly look up to the mystical figure. White hair, hand on the hilt of my blade, the other wielding an immaculate blade, already leveled at my eyes.

"I..." I begin, before I lift my hand from my sword, my men doing the same. "You're her." I could only mutter, the strange woman unwavering with her own blade. "You're the Lady of the Lake!" I exclaim, fully facing her. I stand in awe and silence, before kneeling. The sound of shifting and metal clanking follows as the rest of the group within the cavern kneel towards her.

"Why do you come?" She booms, her singular question demanding an immediate answer.

"W-we are The Ravens. A noble order of knights who have escorted our nobility off shore, and only seek shelter from our enemies."

"Shelter? Is that it?"

"Yes. The Blackguard are hunting us. And they have killed us and any who stand before them in their wake."

"What has inspired these men to do such things? Last I have seen any kinsmen, they haven't acted upon evil desires."

"I cannot answer that. Their evil is consuming, angry, a hatred of sorts. I cannot answer all of your questions, we just seek shelter."

"I suppose. I suppose I can let you stay." A collective exhale came from the knights as the question that loomed above their heads was finally answered. "But under one condition."

She eyed them all, considering if they were even worthy of such an offer, considering what she already offered them. "You must serve me. Pledge your allegiance, and you will find yourself within sanctum."

I considered the options. The legendary Lady of the Lake was giving us an opportunity to serve her, only for sanctum from our enemies. "It has appeared that our nobility has abandoned us, and left us to die here, in the wilderness..." I state to the rest of my Ravens, before unsheathing my sword and planting it in the ground besides me. I put my fist to my chest, the symbol for pledging one's loyalty to another. I, being the leader of the Ravens, give her my sparse amount of value that comes with my position. "All we have is what we carry on our backs, the few of us."

"And that is enough." I hear from across the chamber. I see Lithillheim himself, with him his unerring Blackguard. Two of my men are within their clutches, their faces bruised and bloodied, carried by the shoulders by two of the fearsome black knights, their feet dragging across the ground. More Blackguard fade into the dark hallway into the cavern, their numbers endless. One of my good men, held captive looks me in the eye. "I have failed you my lord." He is able to say with swollen lips, before a punch is sent to his jaw, his head hanging limp after the blow.

"Ohoho! Who is this here? The Captain of the Ravens himself, James Hawkwood, and his entire little band of misfits? All trapped here, in some destitute cavern in the middle of nowhere?" He chuckles to himself, and begins pacing across the edge of the lake, towards the rest of the Ravens he had been hunting so long.

"And a mysterious figure. I can only assume this would be the fabled Lady of the Lake? Unless of course, that's just a fable." He chuckled again, his entourage stupidly chuckling along with him. Lithillheim pats down the fur that has been stuffed down the neck of his black and spiky armor, looking as if a mane was bursting out of his neck and chest, draping down his back. "This hunt, is over. Hawkwood, turn yourself in, and your men will die quick deaths."

I glance to The Lady, who has an intense gaze on the man who had waltzed into the cavern as if he owned it. "Leave now, and you might have enough teeth to choke on your last meal." Lithillheim smirked, and the Blackguard began nervously forcing a laugh from each other. "You're a fable! A myth! You might not even exist! Illusions and such of ages past are so prevalent from the wizards of your age, that I've met at least 3 other 'Ladies of the Lake'!" He shook his head in disdain, and looked to his men. "Kill them."

The Lady thrust a pendant into my hand. "Pray for sanctum, and it will come. Say that to yourself, and close your eyes!"

"M'lady-"

"PRAY FOR SANCTUM!" She shouted at me, as she charged the oncoming wave of Blackguard.

Pray for sanctum and it will come, pray for sanctum and it will come, pray for sanctum and it will come, pray for-

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[DailyRoLord]

( archur , you might want to copy and paste that last post and put it in the Tales of MegaMetro section. That being said, don’t delete the post- I love it. )

Sir Fission
As Fission bursted into the airport, he and his allies were met by absolute chaos. This was the real baddie. It occurred to Fission that the other one had been merely a distraction. If this guy was defeated, the other would most likely collapse.

Suddenly, drones began to detach from the huge monster. Fission turned to see Gear trying his best to solve the situation. But what he was doing wouldn’t help to take down the monster. Fission conjured a kinetic ball, throwing it at one of the drones. He repeated this process. At one point, he turned to the other two heroes.

“We need to take down this beast and protect the citizens at the same time.”

archur Hollycrest GearBlade654

 

[Hollycrest]

The girl cracked her knuckles. She had never done anything like this before; the closest she'd ever gotten to a situation like this had been from the news in her apartment.
"I still don't get why people stay in this crazy ass place if they're gonna get attacked by villains on a weekly basis."
She looked around briefly at the crowd, scattered and running for their lives.
"Okay, two of us should take out the drones and try and herd all of the citizens towards the exits while the third tries to hold Pacific Rim's attention. But we need to be fast about it. Quick, who does what?"

DailyRoLord GearBlade654 archur

 

[DailyRoLord]

Sir Fission
Sir Fission knew why people stayed in this city, despite the attacks. The opportunities. The beauty. It was a sprawling city full of life and activity. It was the capital of Heroica! Fission was surprised that this girl didn’t know. He confined this only to his thoughts, and responded to his partner’s other concern.

“Eh, I don’t think it would be an idea for the same people to fight the drones and protect citizens. One person on drones, one on citizens, one on this big guy. I can do drones.”

 

[GearBlade654]

Gear
Armor Status: Holding Up
Status: OK-Somewhat drained
"Hmph. I can fulfill any job. If you need a distraction, I will gladly do my part."
I now have a shoulder made of bullets, slowly crushing against my armor. Once they do, I will effectively have repaired my armor to some degree.
"If I go against the main... target, I can easily soak up whatever attacks it has to offer, but I will have trouble destroying it. Civilians, I can pull away projectiles headed their way with my gravity field."
I hear more bullets fly my way. Bring them on.
"Your choice."

 

[Hollycrest]

The girl ran a hand through her hair and glanced at the man in the metallic suit.
"Well...I guess there's a good chance that if Gundam Wing over there can manipulate technology, it could mess with your suit and create all sorts of problems." She took a deep breath and stared down the head honcho of the ensuing destruction. She didn't want to do this. Yet still...she felt compelled to help.
"You're the hero, you deal with the civilians. I'll take Optimus Crime on for size." Before she waded through the crowd of terrified onlookers and drones, she took one more look back at Fission and Gear.
"Hey...I know I just met you and I don't even know your names...but I really hope you guys don't die."
With that semi-positive note, she took off towards Omnitron, her hands extended.
"Alright, you glorified panini press, show me what you've got!"

DailyRoLord GearBlade654 archur

 

[archur]

Omnitron​

Oh, a challenge? Finally, something that might be even able to attempt to breach my nigh-impenetrable defenses. In a sleep cycle of a human, maybe.

He stopped trampling about the carcass of the airport, the rubble and bodies the carpet of this massive robot's playpen. He turned his body around to the interlopers, questioning what they would be doing to try and stop him? Nothing, that's what. Stupid humans.

The drones continue firing their weapons, as each bullet is sent straight into the armor of one of the heroes, whittling away at his heavy plating. More of the gun drones are poured from the bowels of the beast, this time wielding armor piercing rounds as their ammunition to combat against the study form of Gearblade.

Omnitron himself produced many, many more drones, a veritable wave of metal and a hailstorm of bullets to compliment it.

But his attention was taken away from his drone creation when a human raised their voice and words came out, rather than running away while raising their voice into incoherent nonsense.

"Show me what you've got!"

This was a show of power, to try and redirect an attack back to my chassis. Foolish. Very foolish of this human. All too predictable. Humans are predictable.

"Fool. The use of projectiles against a clear deflecting metahuman ability is illogical. Energy is constant, no matter the method of deflection."

As if to prove his statement, he charged up a beam of red energy in his 'eye', and fired it at the upstart.

GearBlade654 DailyRoLord Hollycrest

 

[GearBlade654]

Gear
Status: Wounded, Disoriented, Drained
Verge of Berserking
Armor Status: Heavily Damaged.
Well, this wasn't planned at all.
Things took a downward turn the second those drones switched to AP rounds. And now... that laser beam. Apparently the main cannon of the machine.
I made the mistake of over-amplifying the field. And now that beam hit me square in the armor, and the AP rounds have rendered my armor useless. Agh! When all the civilians have fled, I shall see to it myself that this infernal machine will pay!
Ah well. It shall be skill and willpower that we prevail.
I deactivate my field. Time to go save some civilians.
"Good luck." My only words before I dash off, ramming a drone about to blast some civilians and kicking it so hard it flies 5 feet away.

 

[Daunting_Doggo]

Time till he can use his power:
30 minutes

Tags:
archur
Location:
Near UNS

Gust listen's to the orders of frostbite, "Welcome aboard gust airline, prepare yourself we are about to arrive at the situation.". He then clicks his heels and time slows down, he lifts frostbite and proceeds to place him right next to the metal demon with his hands touching the thing. He looks at the situation and while rubbing the back of his head he looks at the situation he created for frostbite; "Well he probably needs some way to keep the Robot down...".

He then looks at the university and a smile pop outs on his face, he proceeds to walk inside and as he entered he followed signs to a fair. He walks along the stands until he finds the one for the police and proceeds to look at the stand until he saw what he needed. On a small stand, there was a magnet and next to it was its description. "This magnet was designed to stop villains with powers based on controlling metals containing any amount of Iron. The moment this magnet comes in contact with the target its weight will increase by 300kgs." He looks at the thing and says; "Yea that'll work".

He proceeds to pick up the magnet and walk back to the situation where he throws the magnet on the metal machine and then he restarts time by clicking his heels waiting to see what will happen.

 

[DailyRoLord]

Sir Fission
Fission nodded his head, standing in a place where he could strategically fire kinetic balls. If he could throw them out of the air, that would be his best bet. Using less energy to take out more drones.

As a couple of the drones neared towards an elderly man, Fission responded by firing a kinetic ball with all of the energy he had in him. His energy was starting to deplete. Slowly, yes, but it was still depleting. Fission turned to fire at the other hordes of drones.

archur

 

[DailyRoLord]

[Post coming soon, Exiled and I are still here. ]

 

[archur]

Omnitron
​

The drones begin to take defensive formation around the legs of the rampaging robot, flipping tables and taking cover behind rows of seat. Their rifles thundered in unison as they fired, their rate of fire growing steadily faster as they focused down their targets, despite their programming not quite understanding the fact that their shots were being redirected elsewhere.

A small patrol of the robots found themselves digging through the two hero's flanks, tossing strange looking devices over a desk they took cover in. It was glass-like, it's surface tessellating with triangles. As it was with war, whenever somebody threw something at you, it was never good.

Omnitron's gut still discharged plenty of more drones to combat the heroes bent on their destruction, but how would they get through the unending wave of metal? Can the young guitarist find her way out of the massive laser of doom? Find out next time, on Dragon Ball Z!

Frostbite
​

"Where did you-" He stopped asking, and started doing, seeing that the metal-stopper magnet was doing it's work, taking the villain off guard and knocking him to the ground. Frostbite would have to act quickly however, if he wanted to make this work. He found himself already in front of the demon, and simply began the process of freezing the head of the Metal Machine, who mouthed out something to him, an insult probably, but Frost could only assume that whatever powered his voice has stopped working, or froze in the torrent of cold.

The demon raised his minigun weakly up to knock Frostbite off his frozen back, nudging him slightly, which ironically made him slip off his back, rolling and freezing the arm that had knocked him over. He stomped down on the offending arm with a cleat of ice. The Machine began to get up, but Frost froze his legs when he tried.

"Alright kid, if you've got any other tricks, you can use 'em here! If not..."

He found a pole from a fallen streetlight. "Then I knight you, with this metal pole! Bash his head in champ."

The metal monster tried to crawl away, but his limbs were frozen as he futility tried to escape his retribution.

GearBlade654 DailyRoLord Hollycrest Daunting_Doggo

 

[DailyRoLord]

Sir Fission^{At the Airport}
The hero’s energy was draining. Within minutes, he’d be on the floor, struggling to stay conscious. He’d have to use his remaining energy wisely. Fission acknowledged the groups of drones gathering around their master in a defensive formation. He launched two kinetic balls towards the Omnitron’s legs, in attempt to scatter the drones so his partner’s work would be easier.

Then, Fission noticed the glassy devices being thrown towards him and his partner. As a reaction to this, he fired an electrical orb at one device. He was unsure as to what the result would be, but it was his best option. You could only use kinetic power so much before it became weak.

Fission’s Energy: 65%

archur GearBlade654 Hollycrest Daunting_Doggo

 

[Hollycrest]

"Ohhh, not good not good NOT GOOD!" The girl did the instinctive method of getting out of the way; she charged headfirst at the robot.

Looking back on it, she hadn't thought very much going into the situation, but it had seemed like a good plan; if she ran towards it, the metallic monster couldn't keep its laser on her without...well, lasering itself.

However, in the present she was acting solely on instinct; and her instinct was to get out of the way as fast as she possibly could. Diving to the side was out of the question, as was going backwards; in both instances she wouldn't have been able to get out of the way in time. But in the split second before the laser hit the ground, she took off, closing the distance between herself and the robot.
She slid under the robot's legs, where drones were being spewed from its gut like it was a mother giving birth.

"Eww, gross." She quickly pushed that thought from her mind. In order to prevent herself from being swarmed by drones, she went for the robot's frontmost right leg, leaping into the air and clinging to it to stay off of the ground.

"Okay...good news is I'm relatively safe. Bad news is I'm out of pet names for Xana here. Wait...okay yeah, that was my last one."

archur DailyRoLord GearBlade654

 

[archur]

Omnitron​

Troublesome. Troublesome. Troublesome. Recalibrating.

With a stomp of it's large leg, the Omnitron intended to shake off it's tiny interloper from it's leg. Omnitron's memory storage began to split from 16ths to 32nds trying to assess different variables at hand, from structural integrity of the hollowed out husk of the building, the tactical doctrines the drones were following, to that of the ground beneath it's frame. Omnitron decided it has seen enough, and it was time to end this.

As for the girl, Omnitron accepted that losses were inevitable, even for a perfect entity like itself, and fired a laser right at it's own leg, straight at the girl. Of course, knowing that it was going to lose a leg, it repositioned itself appropriately.

A new batch of drones designed to latch themselves onto any sort of material, nanomachines that simply float through the air, until they latch themselves and hijack it for themselves, whether it be inanimate objects or people.

Their arrival wasn't seen, but it was immediately felt as a few chairs clung and melded together into a humanoid form, the original shape of the chairs now a golem. There were three of these chair warriors. To combat the heroes alongside the drones, who offered the brutes with a hail of suppressing fire.

With it's final expenditure of energy with creating autonomous drones, rewriting new code, and implementing a program that would interlink all the nanomachines, Omnitron stopped vomiting out drones entirely, venting out steam from the mass production that went on inside it's bowels, having to repurpose wreckage into usefulness. Inside this however, is a massive red blinking light. One could only guess the purpose of this, maybe a warning light? Or a reactor of sorts? Omnitron had only it's drones to defend it, but those drones were ready to defend their creator with great fervor.

GearBlade654 DailyRoLord Hollycrest Daunting_Doggo​

 

[DailyRoLord]

Sir Fission^{At the Airport}
Immediately, a flashing red spot drew attention to Fission’s eyes. And it was coming from the monster itself. This was probably it. If he hit it with a well positioned bolt, it may be the end of this fight- the end of both of the robot creatures Fission had fought today.

Then, he was disrupted by stomping behind him. Three golems had appeared. Fission didn’t know where they came from, but he attacked them with light orbs, in an attempt to temporarily blind them while he took on the more pressing matters.

Fission crouched behind a row of chairs, bullets from the drones clattering against them. He began to charge up a very powerful electric orb- very well the last orb he’d fire today- and threw it, aiming for the red spot on the monster.

Fission’s Energy: 5%

archur Hollycrest GearBlade654

 

[Hollycrest]

"Oh, sweet cheese..." The girl's blonde curls bounced around as she struggled to hold on to the leg's metallic surface. Eventually, she saw the robot’s eye gleam red, realizing it was aiming at her. Behind her, Fission seemed to be charging something up which created another lens flare in her field of vision.

“Okay, I’m gonna have to get out of here or I’m toast.”

The robot fired first. She slid down its leg to avoid being sliced by the laser, only to realize that it had chopped its own leg off in the process. Before she could fall, the girl leaped off towards Fission and soared past the drones milling underneath the metallic monster, landing on her back and stumbling back to her feet to let Fission finish it off.

DailyRoLord archur GearBlade654

 

[archur]

Omnitron​

Engine levels critical. Retreat advised. Override enabled. These humans will not simply inflict injury against a superior logic base without consequence.

The strike to the flashing red light was the last straw, the coolant valve bursting open and spraying toxic fluids everywhere under the massive metal behemoth. Omnitron lurched as it felt it's blue innards spill onto the marble floor and rubble underneath it.

The drones advanced forwards, taking potshots at Fission, still behind a rapidly deteriorating piece of cover, nearly shot to bits, and not leaving the guitarist without plenty of scrapes and a few scars as she flew through the gauntlet of heavy fire and massive chair-men who clawed and fired at her as she descended. The nanomachine operated chair monstrosities found a chink in the hero's defenses, pressing forwards through the fire of their brethren, trampling rows of chairs to make it to their target, nearly upon the duo.

With a deafening screech of metal, Omnitron, with steam cascading out of everywhere from it's chassis, it turned to the offending heroes, finally taking them into direct consideration. It charged up a massive laser, it's eye melting from the impossible heat and power of the laser, and without a second to even react, the massive charge being shot at the troublesome humans.

Goodbye, worms.

The Knight
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-sanctum and it will come, pray for sanctum and it will come, pray for sanctum and it will come, pray for sanctum and it will-

James felt something push against him. He forced his eyes closed, and continued his mantra as the Blackguard beat down on him, a gentle warmth washing over him. He could only assume that's the magic of the Lady of the Lake protecting him, but it couldn't last forever. Right? He opened his eyes, and his vision was engulfed by red, and nothing else. He was confused, but still knelt as a pledge. Maybe Lithillheim gathered a powerful artefact? What magic was this?

And then the red stopped, and he could see. Strange creatures with stranger armor. An amalgamation of metal, glass, and... Clubs. They're holding the strange devices differently than one would hold a club as well. Before he could analyze anything else however, a mass of a golem's shadow loomed over him, bringing it's arm of 'material' down on his body. Instinctively, Hawkwood had his sword ready to block, the newly shining blade slicing cleanly through the arm of the mindless beast. He stood as the golem moved to attack with it's other arm, to which he severed as well in a single swift motion. The clank of metal against the ground was all he was able to focus on, the strange architecture, the strange opponents, and even stranger spider-mount that loomed over him were all nothing to him. He was in his element, combat.

He gracefully planted his sword in the heart of the golem, who seemed unharmed, until Hawkwood yanked the blade upwards, through the chest and out the top of the head of the beast, leaving it split down the middle, it's legs down barely holding together the monster.

He lunged forwards and dropped down to his knees, slicing widthwise across the beast's midriff, neatly bringing it to five pieces.

Bits of something seemed to pop on his armor. It was creating noises as if somebody a volley of arrows were being fired at him. Strangely however, he was fine. He charged forwards to the first line of club-users, his blade tasting the strange blood of the creatures he slew, one of the clubbers kept using their strange bows to make the plinking noise despite the fact that they were missing an arm, or a head. He just kept fighting, invincible almost, the attackers retreating back to the spider-thing, which extended a massive ball and string contraption that watched overhead as he slew the club men and fended off the chair golems. He could only assume the spider was just waiting to pierce him with it's massive fangs when he would be tired out.

Not today monster. Today, revenge will be taken for the fallen against these strange, strange beasts.

DailyRoLord Hollycrest​

 

[GearBlade654]

(Sorry for inactivity. Tips on how to continue?)

 

[archur]

(Sorry for inactivity. Tips on how to continue?)

(It's fine. So far, Omnitron is damaged. He cannot create more drones. There are a lot of drones out however, and they all have guns. Two drones have the ability much like the Doe did, possess objects and such. Fission, and Blondie are taking cover, while a newcomer knight character is fighting the drones. Omnitron cannot compute.

You do as you will, if you want, you can say you've been being shot at, and after all that hail of bullets, you berserk, or something. I just gave a tl;dr, so it's up to you on what you want to do.)

 

[DailyRoLord]

Sir Fission^{Unconscious, at the Airport}
Fission collapsed to his knees as he fired the electric orb that would- hopefully- strike the robot’s weak spot. He cried in agony as his energy became fully drained. His muscles ached and cramped up. His eyes were focused on the orb that hurled towards Omnitron.

It hit the red spot.

It actually succeeded.

But then this moment of joy was followed by a wave of pain. He had never drained his energy like this before. It was nearly unbearable. Fission writhed in pain, right under a chair.

Then, a bullet grazed right past his right leg, brushing the side of his leg. The pained hero howled in agony. Blood began to spill from the fresh wound in his leg. He screamed loudly, even though he was fortunate to not have been directly hit.

It was unlike any pain he’d ever experienced. The true heroes would be laughing at him. But Fission wasn’t laughing. Only regretting coming out here to fight this robot. The pain began to slowly drift away.

Then, he noticed a man with a sword, slashing the chair monsters. Yup, he was hallucinating.

“Who are you…,” he managed, before black spots covered his eyesight, and he became unconscious, under the chair.

Fission’s Energy: 0%

Sir Fission is unconscious and has therefore left the arc.

archur Hollycrest GearBlade654

 

[GearBlade654]

Gear
Status: BERSERKING!!!
Armor Status: Heavily Damaged
These bullets.
I hear them. Ricocheting off my armor.
Slowly wearing away my armor.
This... this is an insult! It dares strike me while I save the civilians?
Must... keep... to saving civilians.
Then it strikes me. This machine must fall or it will keep striking down civilians... with it's cowardly drones.
As they have Sir Fission. Wait... Fission?
This... machine... will... pay!
"RAAAAAAGH!"
I turn to the drones in a fit of rage. I dash towards one and grab the drone, and hurl it at another drone so hard both fall to the ground. I proceed to grab another drone and hurl it at Omnitron.