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Post by Cobane Sythus on May 21, 2018 21:05:27 GMT -6
Great Minds Break Alike Cobane Sythus - 16,790 PL Wild Spirit (x4) - 67,160 PL
Cobane had made a full speed dash away from Garon as a diversion to bring him away from the main fight. As of now, it seemed to be working, leaving nothing but a trail of artificial ki blasts aimed for the assassin. With some sharp reflexes and smart maneuvers, the Doragon was easily able to take himself to the top of a building without being struck by any of the attacks. Cobane, after managing to find an opening to relax, landed on the skyscraper below, the black clouds above still manipulating the sky into a nasty thunderstorm.
As Garon would approach, Cobane would hold up his fists and let his aura flare, a smirk hidden from under the hood and scarf. Truth be told, Cobane had been waiting for the perfect environment to show Garon what he truly was and where he belonged. The Silver Blood didn’t take false heroship kindly, and Garon, with his anger and superiority complex, could never be one of those, even if he tried. I mean, he was even here helping Chamil, meaning he was either stupid or far too caught up in something he wasn’t in before, and while one sounded more logical, Cobane when with stupid, because it sounded more fitting.
With his blue aura turning more and more violent by the second, electricity began to wrap around Cobane and the floor of the building turned into ice in a matter of seconds. “So, mister ‘guardian’, shall I show you the face of death, or will you carry on to fight another day?!” The Doragon’s voice grew more and more beastly with every uttered word as a blue glow came from the boy’s mouth, a wave of cold overtaking everything in the general area. “Die, you villainous scum!” Cobane shouted, his voice echoing for miles as a ray of pure ice and ki shot straight for Garon, certain to injure him if it were to land, but furthermore, it would freeze his body up in block of ice to be unable to move, as per the effects of the ice.
[UP2] Cold Crusher Used! 44,326 PL headed for Garon!
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Post by Garon on May 22, 2018 12:48:21 GMT -6
While Garon attempted to blast Cobane to oblivion with a spray of ki blasts, the silver-blooded Doragon had run away! What a coward! Immediately taking chase, two were headed straight for a nearby skyscraper - one that had surprisingly been left undamaged by the battle that was currently taking place. Cobane had successfully pulled Garon away by ensnaring him with one of the wires attached to one of his knives, from the rest of the fight, meaning that there would likely be no help or backup. A one on one match, with no interferences. Just the way Garon wanted it.About halfway up the skyscraper, the mind-controlled warrior snapped the wire that was binding him in a fit of rage. The two Doragon's shot like rockets to the top. Garon landed not but half a second later than Cobane, and the latter's aura had already begun to flare up. "I ought to give you a fair warning. This WON'T end as nicely as our first little bout did. I'm a completely different person now.", the Doragon stated. As he did so, an aura of his own began to rise. Although, it was not the same one that Cobane had seen before. The usual light cyan color had been replaced by a menacing shade of dark purple, and it burned with the intensity of a star. So intense, in fact, that it prevented any of the ice that Cobane was spreading on the floor from forming on the half of it where Garon was standing. The silver-blood then threatened to show Garon the face of death, which made him laugh. A lot. Like, an uncomfortable amount of laughter. " Show me? The face of death? No need! You're looking right at it! Yes, the face you're looking at right now will be the last face of a living person you'll ever see, you hear me!", he spat maniacally. He was about to say something else, but he very quickly found himself not but a couple feet away from a frosty beam of ki that Cobane had fired. "...Let's end this quickly, shall we?"
(( BGM: The Filthy Mind - DM DOKURO)) Out of instinct, the Doragon once again extended his claws with ki, blocking the ki wave with his metal-encased fists. Bits and pieces of his armor chipped, but it wasn't anything that he couldn't handle. When the blast cleared, the large emblem in the center of his breastplate had cracked, and his claws were still extended. Seizing his opportunity, he would charge at Cobane in a similar manner to their first duel. However, this time, something was noticeably different. This time around, it seemed that Garon had obtained actual martial arts skills - a consequence of being under Chamil's near direct control. As soon as Garon reached a couple feet within Cobane, he would immediately swerve to his left and try to dig his knee into the silver-bloods stomach, with the intent to kick him to the other side of their makeshift battle arena.
Cobane Sythus [N1] Nexon Slashed fired at [UP2] Cold Crusher! Again, 19,206 PL (25%) damage taken!
New Damage Percentage: [50%]
KP: 1/3 - reminder that joining a split lets you gain 1 free KP
ooc: oh boy howdy here we go
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Post by Cobane Sythus on May 23, 2018 10:30:44 GMT -6
Great Minds Break Alike Cobane Sythus - 16,790 PL Wild Spirit (x4) - 67,160 PL
As Cobane shot forward his ice blast, Garon had his own response to the attack. Bringing out the ki blades from his fingertips, the Brass Blood attempted to pierce through the attack, which, even if it weakened it, still hurt him a bit. Then Garon talked on about how he had changed entirely, a whole new person who would change the previous outcome… And then there was that laughter… that gross, guttural laughter than made Cobane clench his teeth. There truly was something wrong with this boy…
The Silver Blooded Doragon tightened the scarf around his neck and withdrew a knife from his side. This one had a serrated blade, the only one he really had in his collection that could easily break into metal. As Garon made an advancement, he spoke of being the last face Cobane would ever see, which made Cobane smirk. “Your armor will fail sometime. When that comes, you will have nothing to hide behind. It’ll be me and you, all with that measly power of yours.” Growled the Doragon, setting up for the upcoming fight by getting into a combat stance.
As Garon came towards Cobane, he brought his left leg up to block. As the impact landed, Cobane tumbled back a few inches, but recovered quickly, putting a foot behind him and taking full sprint at Garon. Holding his blade in front of him, Cobane would side step last second and attempt to jab the blade into Garon’s arm, which if successful, he’d open the string compartment and try to wrap Garon’s arm up before slinging him over Cobane’s shoulder and into the dirt.
Whether his assault was successful or not, Cobane would take retreat with a graceful back handspring, landing softly with wide eyes, scanning the environment for angles of advantage. There was a vent over to the right, an entry way on the opposite side of the building, a satellite dish by Garon, and some solar panels to the left of Cobane. It wasn’t a lot, but there were some things Cobane might be able to use in a pinch.
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Post by Garon on May 25, 2018 11:43:38 GMT -6
Cobane had mentioned that as soon as his armor broke, then he'd be as good as dead. The Doragon shrugged. "You say that as if it'll ever break. And besides, you'll be dead long before that happens.". His attack on the silver-blood landed, but it wasn't as effective as he hoped it would be. But speaking of attacks, it seemed like Cobane had one of his own - one that Garon wasn't too keen on him executing. "Ohhhhh no, ya don't!", Garon said. He would attempt to grab Cobane's hand, the blade in it being but inches away from Garon's suit. The two ended up pushing each other back, distancing themselves. "So tell me. Why are you even here?", Garon asked the Doragon. "If I recall, you're an assassin for the Global Trade Fleet or whatever, correct? If anything, you should be helping me. This'll be the only time I'll ask nicely. After all, working with Ms. Chamil ain't so bad once you get used to it. She's how I got all this raw power. I don't need Render, or anyone else anymore. The strength behind my attacks is my own now. And if you have even half a brain, then that should terrify you.""But enough about me..."Without warning, Garon would grab the satellite dish and tear it right off of the roof, chucking the thing straight at Cobane. After doing so, Garon would quickly advance on Cobane and attempt to give the Doragon a good ol' punch to the face. "You've gotten on my nerves for the last damn time.", Garon would say if both attacks connected. "So I'm giving you two options. Join us, or die. I highly suggest you pick the former if you value your life, but I'm personally good either way."
Cobane Sythus+1 KP - 2/3
ooc: yeet yate yote yut |
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Post by Cobane Sythus on May 26, 2018 0:07:26 GMT -6
Great Minds Break Alike Cobane Sythus - 16,790 PL Wild Spirit (x4) - 67,160 PL
Cobane’s knife attack didn’t go as planned. As he was just about to land, Garon grabbed the attack. He GRABBED it. He wasn’t supposed to do that, he had no ki training! Were the effects of Chamil’s mind control really this powerful?! Or was this something greater behind it?! Cobane didn’t stand by to ask questions. He just took his knife back and took his leap backwards, holding the knife close to his chest.
Garon began to question Cobane soon enough. No surprise, as Cobane was a figure to assist the darker figures, but even if Cobane was an assassin, he had morals. “Well while you kill recklessly, I actually have a mind in my skull. While you willing submitting your life for power and are now a slave to Chamil, I’m here to stop that asshat of a goat. I made a promise to her that if she caused trouble of this caliber, I’d step in, and here I am, dealing with her lackey.” The Silver Blood growled with a dead serious look in his eyes. It was as if he was scanning the opposing Doragon to see what his next move was. “If I were here on a hire” Which he partially was. “Then sure, maybe I’d be on your side, and trust me, I’ve met the lady. She’s got her head on straight at least enough to know what she’s doing…” And honestly, that was the part that Cobane feared most about Chamil. She was prepared for anything at anytime and just the thought of that made him grit his teeth.
As Garon finished up his narcissistic ego boost, Cobane got into a fighting pose, ready to pounce, but cut himself from doing so as a satellite dish was hurled at him. Even though he didn’t really see it, he could sense the Brass Blood following behind the dish, so Cobane had to act fast. First, the boy grabbed the dish from the air with a quick grab, then twirled it around and used it as a shield against the punch, leaving a dent in the dish. Flipping the dish around, the Assassin would attempt to bash the Guardian across the head with his out makeshift weapon. After that, Cobane would attempt to sweep the bot’s legs, and without leaving him any time to rest, would try to kick Garon again and again, trying to keep him in the air before, suddenly, appearing above and slamming him down with two feet. Of course, if the kicks failed, he’d retreat back a few feet.
“So, you really think you’re such a god, huh? Well then, mister god, why don’t you show me that powerful attack of yours. You know the one. The one that you tried to kill me with the first time we met? Yeah, that one. I want to show you exactly how useless it is, as it always has been against me.” Cobane extended his arms into a pose that said “I’m wide open. Come and kill me.” Of course, he wouldn’t do this without a plan, so while he held this pose, he just smirked. “Or you can kill me with a smaller attack and prove me wrong. You know, show the world exactly how weak I am.” |
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Post by Garon on May 27, 2018 21:27:23 GMT -6
Garon should've known better than to ask why Cobane was there. The Silver-Blood went on and on about how Garon "killed recklessly", and how he was going to save the day and all that. Most of it went in one of the ironclad Doragon's ear and out of the other, save for when he said that he was going to stop Chamil, which made him smirk. "And you're just doing a wonderful job at that, aren't you?", Garon said. "You heard the screams earlier, they weren't but a few blocks away. You won't be the first hero to die today and you certainly won't be the last. Soon you'll kick the bucket, and then whoever else who stands in our way will follow."Going through with his attack, Garon didn't actually expect Cobane to catch the satellite dish that he threw. Before he knew it, his punch was blocked and the dish was slammed into his face. But that wouldn't be enough to stop this Doragon. As Cobane unleashed a flurry of kicks, Garon would meet them with strikes of his own, each punch and kick in the rapid-fire gauntlet of attacks clashing with great force. When all was said and done, Garon quickly jumped back to put some distance between the two again, only to keep the pressure going by immediately charging back at him again. As soon as Garon charged at Cobane again, his aim was to grab the Silver-Blood's face and slam it down into the ground. Regardless of whether or not he was successful, upon mention of using his most "powerful attack", the Doragon laughed. "You really want to die that badly?", Garon asked. Assuming that Garon had Cobane's face pinned down to the ground, the Brass-Blood would begin to charge a super-powered Mercury Cannon in his free hand - if not, then with both hands. "Then I guess I don't have a choice but to grant you your wish!". Without warning, Garon would aim a Mercury Cannon down at Cobane, aiming to blow up him along with the top half of the skyscraper they were dueling on. If Garon's face-grabbing attack was successful, then the blast would be a point-blank range. If it wasn't, then the Doragon would quickly fly above the Silver-Blood and unleash the attack...even if it might not have been the smartest choice to do so.
Cobane Sythus[UP2] Mercury Cannon X fired at 50,239 PL! Aimed to injure Cobane, as well as take out the majority of the skyscraper that they are fighting on!
KP: 0/3
ooc: shit i really didn't want launch that but it'd be so out of character for him not to do it so hhhhhhHHHHHHHHHGUESS I'LL DIE |
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Post by Cobane Sythus on May 28, 2018 18:33:18 GMT -6
Great Minds Break Alike Cobane Sythus - 16,790 PL Wild Spirit (x4) - 67,160 PL
As Garon paraded on about how Cobane wasn’t doing a great job on his end, he just smirked. “You may be right, but at least I’m no slave when it comes to the end of it all.” Cobane extended his claws, his blue eyes glowing with a hint of insanity behind them. “If I die here, I’ll at least have died trying to save these people than submitting to the forces of evil. Do you even realize how weak you are?” Cobane didn’t need an answer. Garon would say he wasn’t, but the one on the inside, the one who still had some sense of right and wrong, would most likely agree. “I hope you realize how badly you’ve fucked up and you suffer with that reality everyday.”
As Garon forced his way at Cobane, the Silver Blooded Doragon’s counter proceeded well enough to make him smile. He managed to smash the boy with the dish, and even if his kicks weren’t effective, he was still proud of giving the irritating dragon a headache. As the two retreated back to their respective places, Cobane gave his taunt to the opposing Dragonborn, merely smirking behind his scarf as Garon shot forward and grabbed Cobane by the face, slamming him down into the concrete. Cobane didn’t blink or even flinch at the move, the only reaction he had was grabbing at Garon’s arm as to lock him into place and maybe prevent him from running away shortly after. Soon enough, Garon let out the hidden ki he’s been channelling, firing it into Cobane and the building below, causing it to crumble.
This is where it would all take a turn. Cobane’s face, now leaking silver blood from his mouth, merely smirked at the pain in his stomach. If Garon were still attached to Cobane, he’d press his hand to the boy’s stomach and release a beam of his own. If Garon had gotten away, the boy would simply release the beam mid-fall, attempting to knock the Robot Man from the sky. “Maybe you’ll shut up now...” The Assassin grumbled, releasing the man if he was still alongside him. As the building below collapsed, the shorter Doragon would maneuver his way down by jumping from the rumble, one location to the next as it all fell slowly to ground. When he touched ground, Cobane would look up to see where the suited man remained, eyes glaring to see where the beast would land.
[UP2] Mercury Cannon Tanked! 75% Damage Sustained!
[UP2] Cold Crusher Fired at Garon for 44,326 PL!
1/3 KP
OOC: Welcome to the game |
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Post by Garon on May 28, 2018 21:50:44 GMT -6
((note: meant to put this song in the last post after the 1st paragraph but was tired and lazy))Garon attached himself onto Cobane as the two plummeted down through the crumbling building. The Silver-Blood had taken his blast head-on, and Garon's aim at the time was to slam Cobane down to the bottom. "Weak? You're about to get killed by me and you're calling me weak? Just how dense are you? Idiots like you don't deserve ANY place in this world. Luckily for you, I intend to fix that! I intend to fix all of you damn idiots! Who knows? I might even make your entire World Trade Whatever vanish too! And you can go JOIN THEM-". Just as the cocky Doragon was about to finish his statement, he realized that Cobane had placed his hand on his chest, an orb of ki forming in it. "Wh-You-NO-Y-YOU WOULDN'T DARE YOU PIECE OF SH-". The last bit of that sentence was drowned out by the sound of Cobane's Cold Crusher piercing the dusty air, sending the corrupted Doragon flying straight upwards into the sky. ((BGM: Silence.)) As the rubble of the falling building began to hit the ground (and most likely Cobane as well), the explosion from Cobane's energy wave could be seen high up in the sky. As it cleared a single entity could be seen falling down like a meteor back towards the ground. In fact, had it not been for the small amount of armor that still remained on the Doragon's body, Garon would most likely have been killed from the rough landing alone. Having been knocked unconscious, albeit only for a moment, the Doragon landed on the rubble of the same building that he destroyed. Most of his armor had been destroyed by the explosion, but its color now took on its normal color instead of the strange blue tint from before. The dark aura that surrounded Garon had dissipated entirely, along with the most of the purple streaks that ran down his skin. Having quickly regained conscious, Garon would slowly open his eyes and look to his left and his right, the expression of confusion on his face quickly turning to dread. "I...wh-What the...", the Doragon muttered, slowly rising out of the rubble. At first, he didn't even notice the Silver-Blood. The only thing his brain could process at the time was the dark sky, the tendrils coming out of the ground, and the desolation and destruction of the surrounding area. His suit almost looked like it was torn in half, and his helmet was gone too. Garon touched the side of his face, only to find his hand to have brass-colored blood on it . "You...you! W-What did you do?!", Garon asked, only then taking notice of Cobane. "What is this hellhole? Why am I...".
And then he remembered everything. "Wh...I...that stupid...", Garon said, connecting the dots in his head and clenching his fists. "THAT STUPID DUMB GOAT LADY TRICKED ME!", he yelled. Despite his best efforts, tears began to well up in Garon's eyes. "SHE MUST THINK SHE'S SOOOOOO CLEVER WITH HER STUPID MIND GAMES AND HER STUPID NEW YOLK CITY MERCH. I SWEAR, THE NEXT TIME I SEE HER I-". But then, just for a moment, Garon thought things out. What if he did try to fight Chamil? Things wouldn't play out like they did before at the Lookout. This was nothing like the Lookout. People were dying. And for once, it was the heroes this time that were outnumbered and outclassed. Maple, Mumbo, Virus, Chamil and whoever else showed up were most likely capable of killing him. Even if he hated it, the Doragon wanted the one thing he never thought he would. He wanted to run. "W-We gotta get outta here.", Garon said. "We gotta get outta here right the fuck now.". As the reality of the situation slowly began to put pressure on the Doragon, he began to silently panic. "Look man, I know we were just fighting and all that shit but t-that won't matter if one of the baddies finds us. E-Even if we both tried our hardest we'd be sent on a one way trip to the afterlife, so l-let's bail while we have the chance!"
Cobane Sythus[UP2] Cold Crusher tanked! 58% damage taken! (TOTAL: 108%)
+1 KP: 1/3
ooc: bet you forgot that garon was capable of emotions other than anger
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Post by Cobane Sythus on May 28, 2018 23:33:55 GMT -6
Great Minds Break Alike Cobane Sythus - 16,790 PL Wild Spirit (x4) - 67,160 PL
As the hunk of dead waste known as Garon came falling down, it crashed into the ground, leaving only so much of the suit left on the man. Cobane summoned a blade of ki into his hand as he approached, ready for the figure to shoot back up an attack once more, but to his surprise, the evil that had enveloped the Brass Blood had disappeared, leaving only a beaten and bloodied boy on the ground, his purple scales barely holding on to the boy’s skin, which was a terrible sign.
Soon enough, Garon shot back to life and darted his eyes around, as if gaining a new grasp of the reality he’s been soaked in. “It’s about damned time you broke that curse.” Cobane growled offering a hand to the boy, who was far too startled to even think straight. The Mechanical Warrior began to go on and on about how they needed to get away, to escape, which Cobane just gave an uncertain growl to. “So just like that, you’re done with being a hero?” Cobane dropped the hand, giving up the chance to assist the other Doragon up.
Cobane simply waited out the Brass Blood’s rant, tuning in with pricking a sharp claw at his palm. He cut into the flesh with ease, enough to make him shiver from the sudden pain he inflicted on himself. “Sure, run. Be free. Go die a normal life and never hear stories of how you fought to save someone’s life.” Cobane spat some blood onto the ground, glaring down at Garon. “God, all your emotions are negative. Do you have no honor? No pride? No reason to fight on? Or do you simply exist as a plaything?” Cobane’s claws retracted, leaving the beast of a man with a large scowl on his face.
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Post by Garon on May 29, 2018 6:31:15 GMT -6
"Wh-No! Of course I'm not done being a hero!", Garon said to Cobane. "I just...". Without noticing, tears began to run down the Doragon's eyes. He couldn't come up with any words to say as Cobane went on about how Garon could go die a normal life. "No...no, that's not it. You don't get it.", he said slowly as he rose out of the rubble. "I-If I died here, then that would be it. I'd lose my job...I'd lose my Mom...I'd lose everything. Game over. But if we left right now, then we could MAYBE not get caught and MAYBE live to fight another day. And don't even think about trying to bullshit me into thinking we wouldn't die. Maple, Mumbo, Chamil AND...whatever the hell that bug monstrosity was, all in the same place? We'd be lucky if we lasted 10 minutes.". Stressed and unsure of what to do, the Doragon began to subconsciously pace back and forth in place. "B-But if we don't fight now then what do we really lose? The city's gotta be evacuated by now. You're treating this opportunity like it's the only one we're ever going to have. Why risk losing everything you love and care about when you could hold off and-". In his mind, Garon began to see the problem here - or at least, what he thought was the problem. "You...don't know what that feels like, do you? Caring about something to the point where you'd do anything not to lose it.". The Doragon went on and on about how he could hope to justify his leave in an attempt to get Cobane to come with him. Despite his low opinion of the assassin, Garon didn't want to see anyone else die, even if it was his rival. "But if we can fight another day then...then...oh, who am I kidding?", Garon said in de@cobanefeat. "You won't listen to me. Never have, never will. Throw away your life if you want. 'Cause I'm keeping mine.".
Cobane SythusKP: 2/3
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Post by Cobane Sythus on May 29, 2018 10:57:53 GMT -6
Great Minds Break Alike Cobane Sythus - 16,790 PL Wild Spirit (x4) - 67,160 PL
Cobane simply stared straight into Garon’s eyes, his glare deepening into something hateful. Garon said he wasn’t done being a hero, but yet he was afraid to die trying to at least weaken the enemy. He went on and on about how there was no chance, but Cobane simply wouldn’t listen. “Sure, they have strengths, and that may be intimidating, but you forget. You’re not the only hero here. Kari and Amber are still out there, risking their lives to try and save this city. Even if they fail, the best they could do is at least take down an enemy or two.” Cobane let Garon continue on, listening in silence.
And then he mentioned not knowing how it felt.
It wasn’t like Cobane to feel compassion, as it was removed from his system, but something in the Assassin turned when the other Doragon began to cry. Laying a hand on Garon’s shoulder, the boy looked at Garon with cold eyes before removing his hood and adjusting his scarf, letting Garon see who he truly was. “You’re right. Ever since I was born, I was trained to kill by people who simply wanted me for benefit. I was made emotionless, not to care, but there was something left in me that couldn’t be removed, and that’s the desire of a warrior.” Cobane dropped his head, and for the first time, he felt a bit of pity… no, envy. “If you want to run, go ahead. You have all the rights to, I won’t stop you… But if I’m here, I’m going to take out Chamil. She cause all this, she needs to be taken down. Her energy is weakened right now, so if I hurry, I could probably take her down without any trouble…” Cobane didn’t add the word that scared him. Maybe. He could maybe take her down.
Garon spoke on about the evacuation and Cobane’s eyes shot up with a questioning glance. “You don’t know, do you?” Cobane turned around, gesturing a hand to a tentacle who was grabbing a civilian and wrapping itself around the woman’s head. “Chamil is making it to wear no one CAN escape… because no one wants to when they’re under her control.” Cobane pointed a finger to two men who were wrestling on the ground, bloodied from the attempts at killing each other. “She’s making them more violent. I can’t say for sure, but I think she’s trying to turn this city into the worst place in the universe. After that, it’s probably to the rest of Earth…” Cobane shot around and clenched a fist, staring down Garon with hope in his eyes. “Which is why I… no, we… have to take her down…” Cobane stood back up, regaining his posture.
Cobane let out another sigh, twisting his head to the sky. “If… If you’re too afraid to die, but you want to keep fighting, how about we make a deal…” The Silver Blood grabbed his waist and thought for a minute, his eyes closed as he pondered. “How about this… You come assist us, you help me take down Chamil, I help you get out of here. You don’t want to die on this day, sure, go ahead and save yourself the risk.
But we’d love to have the almighty Garon right beside us.”
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Post by Garon on May 29, 2018 14:42:46 GMT -6
Of all the things that Garon expected Cobane to do when he went off on his little rant, giving consolation was definitely not one of them. The assassin revealed that his ability to feel emotions had been drained by his former superiors in the World Trade Fleet. It almost made Garon actually feel bad for the Silver-Blood. ...Almost. Although he wouldn't admit it, Garon was still a little salty about their first encounter in Central City. But in this scenario he'd gladly put his little grudge aside. Plus, even if the Doragon wanted to run, it was revealed to him by Cobane that Chamil was preventing anyone from leaving Satan City anyways. He thought about it for a good while, until he finally came to a decision. "...f-fine. I'll do it.", the Doragon said, the reluctance audible in his voice. "But only on ONE condition. We go for Chamil, and only Chamil. Listen to me for a second. If we're going to do this then we gotta be STRATEGIC about it. Nobody else can die except Chamil - not you, not me, and not any of the other baddies. It'll be hard enough taking down that damn goat on her own, and if she's the one responsible for all...this...", Garon said, pointing towards the cracks that ruptured the roads around them, as well as the dark and looming sky. "...then by killing her we can MAYBE save the city without getting our asses killed in the process. Theoretically, as soon as she's dead, everything will go back to normal, right?". The Doragon began to tap his chin, thinking of ways to better his plan. "That might be good for the city and stuff, but it sure as hell ain't good for us. 'Cause if everything's back to normal, then Mumbo and the others who ran off would notice. And if we get their attention, then it's game over..."After a minute or so of contemplation, Garon couldn't think of any ways to get out of this safely unless... "...If we do this, and ACTUALLY kill Chamil, then we have to get out of there as fast as possible. No victory dance, no waiting around, none of that shit.". Suddenly, he would snap his fingers as another good idea fabricated in his head. "Those ice wall things you had... back at Central City. You can do that still, right?", the Doragon asked. "'Cause if you can, we could totally use that as cover for our escape.". Going through the "plan" in his head again, Garon slowly began to realize how crazy of an idea it was... and also how there was a chance that it could possibly work. There was one tiny problem left to deal with though - his suit. Only now did it truly register with Garon that his suit was in terrible shape, an entire half of it having been destroyed thanks to Cobane. "...shit. Guess we CAN'T go through with the plan. No armor means no power..."
"Perhaps I could be of assistance?"
Now that was a sight for sore eyes (or more accurately, a voice for sore ears...?). "Render!", Garon called out. "That mind-controlling no-good dipshit of a goat's cut me off from access to ANY of the suit's functions ever since you ran into her in the desert, that bitch!", she said. "Usually I'd dissuade you from running in headfirst like this, but firstly you ACTUALLY came up with a plan for once and secondly I kinda hate her!" For once it seemed like Garon was the calmer one of the two. "Well, it's good to have you back, but could you uh...fix the suit? We really gotta hurry.", he asked. "On it!", Render exclaimed as a calm blue light surrounding the portions of Garon's body that were unprotected by the suit. Within a matter of only a dozen seconds or so, about half of the holes and cuts that had penetrated the armor had been fixed as if they had never been there in the first place. "That's the best I could do on this low of an energy reserve. If it makes you feel better, I could still spend some to fabricate the helmet!", Render said. Garon paused for a second before shaking his head. "Nah...I think I'm good. After all, we're gonna need all the energy we can get for this fight."
Garon would quickly turn his attention to Cobane. "Well, I'm ready when you are. Let's not die... ok?"
Cobane Sythus
+1 KP: 3/3
ooc: https://puu.sh/AvnHn/514afb71b0.png
also long post is long
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Post by Cobane Sythus on May 30, 2018 21:05:28 GMT -6
Great Minds Break Alike Cobane Sythus - 16,790 PL Wild Spirit (x4) - 67,160 PL
Cobane looks at Garon with a smirk as he agreed to the plan and with it, an idea of his own. Garon talk about how if they were going to make this possible, they’d need to be specific about it. If they wanted to get this fight done and done, they’d need to use up all of their energy focusing fire on Chamil and still leaving enough energy for an escape. It was simple and kind of brilliant for the angry man who typically was just an all out kind of guy. Get in, blow up Chamil with two desperate attacks, get out with Cobane taking up the defensive.
“Don’t worry, I have some personal reasons for taking out Chamil, so when she’s down, we bail.” Cobane smirked and extended his claw as his ki flared up, anger burrowing behind his eyes. “I like this side of you. You know, the thinky side. It’s much preferable than that barbarian side you have.” As Garon’s worries started to grow about his suit, a voice rang out. Garon’s AI assistant had apparently been burrowed away under the effects of Chamil’s magic, and while Cobane personally wondered how a silence spell affected a computer, he decided not to question it.
Soon enough, the robot reassembled itself around Garon, Cobane smirked as it was to its old self, and while he hated to admit it, he was glad to see it operating smoothly. “Alright, muscle man, let’s make this happen. I hope you’re ready, because we don’t have much time.” And within a flash, his blue aura reappeared as lighting circling around him. “Let’s go…” Cobane smirked, shooting up into the sky.
Attempting to rejoin the main thread
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Post by Garon on May 30, 2018 21:26:16 GMT -6
To Garon's surprise, Cobane didn't rebel against his plan at all. Even though the plan was made up nearly on the spot, the Silver-Blooded Doragon still acknowledged that it was a good one. Being relieved that they could work something out quickly, Garon snapped his fingers to signal the activation of the thrusters in his boots, which would go from making a whirring noise to full blast in a matter of moments. "Alright...", Garon said, the hesitation and nervousness in his voice being almost tangible. How could it not? This single strike - this single attack would almost entirely determine whether or not the two of them would live or die. "Garon...", Render said quietly. "You realize what's gonna happen if you mess this up, right?", she asked. "...yeah.", the Doragon replied. He took a deep breath in and out before focusing himself on the upcoming battle. "...they're just like the other goons we've fought, right?", he said, trying to make the situation slightly less nerve-racking. With no response from Render, the Doragon began to make his ascent.
As the Doragon flew away back to the main battle, he couldn't help but think of everything he'd lose if he died. Carro was depending on him to help with the Unity Division, his Mom doesn't even know if the peril he's in, and even the people in this very fight were depending on both him and the Silver-Blood.
Shooting like a cyan comet across the sky, Garon flew towards what could either be his first real victory or a meeting with Death itself.
Leaving for the main thread! Cobane's free to go!
KP: 3/3
ooc: https://puu.sh/Awf7T/8210f89554.png
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