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datadiving2015-09-09 09:52 am
hypnotherapy) wrote in datadiving2015-09-09 09:52 am
oh boy here we go
What Magicman considers fun and what other people consider fun tend to only overlap sometimes. Not many navis (at least, not many surface navis...probably) would find being outnumbered by a lot of hostile navis who wanted to take them apart for parts more of an interesting challenge than a terrifying situation.
Magicman lacks this kind of sensible barrier.
"Fifteen on one? That means I'm facing a gang, probably," he murmurs. If he'd had a visible mouth at that moment, he would have grinned.
"Good odds," he adds, before stabbing the closest one right through the chest and hurling them into their compatriot. After that, the whole situation devolves quite quickly into everyone hitting everyone else. Though he gets hit more than a few times, he's enjoying what he might couch as 'a brisk workout' despite his (admittedly fairly mild) injuries.
Some unsettling aura approaching, incredibly similar to something he's sensed before, makes him pause mid-slash. He absently hops back as his opponent tries to stab him and just as absently parries the strike.
He can't quite make out what that is. It worries him.
Magicman lacks this kind of sensible barrier.
"Fifteen on one? That means I'm facing a gang, probably," he murmurs. If he'd had a visible mouth at that moment, he would have grinned.
"Good odds," he adds, before stabbing the closest one right through the chest and hurling them into their compatriot. After that, the whole situation devolves quite quickly into everyone hitting everyone else. Though he gets hit more than a few times, he's enjoying what he might couch as 'a brisk workout' despite his (admittedly fairly mild) injuries.
Some unsettling aura approaching, incredibly similar to something he's sensed before, makes him pause mid-slash. He absently hops back as his opponent tries to stab him and just as absently parries the strike.
He can't quite make out what that is. It worries him.
no subject
Locking mechanisms are obvious (even before Forte places his finger on what sort of signals the damage dealt to Magician had left exposed to the open air) in the first glimpse Forte gets of its appearance through the yellow light; its appearance betraying its function. His mouth thins; the sight of them clamped around the other navi's limbs irritates him more than the sword-catching had done seconds before (though it's an irritation devoid of empathy and focused purely on the recollections it evokes.)
Limiters, locks, installed firewalls to keep something inside - was simple to process once identified, easy to decide to waste no time over and attack now. Don't give the opponent breathing room, don't let him set the pace. ]
[ so. ]
[ gonna chuck those two energy spheres at you now, Magiciman. ]