[ Magicman shrieks. But the shrill, grating sound is lost to Forte's hearing amongst the lock blowing open, the other navi curling inward and the blur of the 'wings' jutting up from his back to slam straight into Forte in the same breath, before he has the time to activate the Life Aura to shield himself from either the force, the recoil from his own close-range attack of dark attack, or the blows from the wings. Unfortunately, this means no time to appreciate the level of craftsmanship behind the lock program's creation.
So. Definitively getting flung really really hard off Magicman's back and into the canyon wall. There's a shout, pained. (It's short and gritted out.)
Crack.
He takes a few seconds to recollect himself, stubbornly peeling himself out of the crater in the canyon wall. Bits of rock tumble off the cloak. A shoulder guard, cracked. Headache hurts like hell, body hurts, burn marks galore that were slowly starting to close up and heal, audio receptors are banged up. Whatever. Bloodlust, want for the fight to continue overrides them all.
Then Forte re-focuses on Magicman; registers what he'd gotten smacked off with, how it rings with the same sore discord he'd kept picking up on but couldn't determine what it was. ]
So that's it. [ The puzzle clicks. The lock program. The durability. The uneven edges to the two things stretching out from the other navi's back, the clumping together mass of pure red-wrong-unfiltered-pulsing material, it's akin to nothing but bugfrags and at the thought, the Gospel virus entwined with his own system stirs. He's yet to call on it for its power, so it been running dormant under the surface. He and it exist together, without friction; from just an initial impression, it seems Magicman isn't so lucky. The energy signal he gives off conflicts, struggling with the viral signal. How pitiful.
It must be why the lock was there.
... It was strange, however. What kind of surface navi would be merged with a virus, if it clearly didn't like the virus being a part of it? Even it granted him power? ?
???
He floats back slightly, braces a foot against the wall. A Darkness Overload forms in a hand. Simple, to-the-point: ]
No.
[ And he's right off after him. Let a new actual challenge on the battlefield slip through his fingers? Please. ]
SO THERE IT IS amazing
So. Definitively getting flung really really hard off Magicman's back and into the canyon wall. There's a shout, pained. (It's short and gritted out.)
Crack.
He takes a few seconds to recollect himself, stubbornly peeling himself out of the crater in the canyon wall. Bits of rock tumble off the cloak. A shoulder guard, cracked. Headache hurts like hell, body hurts, burn marks galore that were slowly starting to close up and heal, audio receptors are banged up. Whatever. Bloodlust, want for the fight to continue overrides them all.
Then Forte re-focuses on Magicman; registers what he'd gotten smacked off with, how it rings with the same sore discord he'd kept picking up on but couldn't determine what it was. ]
So that's it. [ The puzzle clicks. The lock program. The durability. The uneven edges to the two things stretching out from the other navi's back, the clumping together mass of pure red-wrong-unfiltered-pulsing material, it's akin to nothing but bugfrags and at the thought, the Gospel virus entwined with his own system stirs. He's yet to call on it for its power, so it been running dormant under the surface. He and it exist together, without friction; from just an initial impression, it seems Magicman isn't so lucky. The energy signal he gives off conflicts, struggling with the viral signal. How pitiful.
It must be why the lock was there.
... It was strange, however. What kind of surface navi would be merged with a virus, if it clearly didn't like the virus being a part of it? Even it granted him power? ?
???
He floats back slightly, braces a foot against the wall. A Darkness Overload forms in a hand. Simple, to-the-point: ]
No.
[ And he's right off after him. Let a new actual challenge on the battlefield slip through his fingers? Please. ]