Unfortunately, not even the fires of the Phoenix were more powerful than the fires of Hephaestus. THe metal only absored the heat, causing it to regenerate quicker, and seal Xardius in. "After 'facin' you vunce in those wretched allusions, do you think I vouldn't be more careful this time?" Ravakov asked. "Especially encase you tried to break into my machine. Suddenly, jets of ice cold liquid nitrogen hit Xardius, freezing him in place.
The metal merely repaired itself almost immediately. Ravakov scoffed at Xardius' attempts. "The beauty of this machine is that I don't even need my magnetic powers to make repairs!" Ravakov snarled, launching several homing missles in Xardius' direction. "This is the metal of the gods!"
The blast hit Ravakov's machine with a small poofing noise. The machine didn't even seem like it had been dented. "Ha! You're are going to have to try harder than that!" Ravakov chuckled, as several weapons appeared on the shoulders of the Prometheus Mk. II. *** "Start running," Pharell told Echo. "If you can't well...I guess I'll just have to drag you along."
OOC: I'll just wait for everybody.
Xardius and his sword were merely swept back by the machine's blade, tossing them into a nearby ruin.
"Can you walk?" Pharell asked. *** "Don't vorry," Ravakov laughed. "I certainly vill try!" With that, one of the machine's four arms took a swipe at the two, a blade emerging from it's tip.
Pharell was somewhere within the ULfire compound...The lighting slowly flickered back on, but all communications were down. *** "This isn't a just a machine!" Ravakov stated. "This is a Titan! A giant viewable throughout this entire vorld! Unbeatable! Unbreakable! It has no limits to vhat it can do! And that blast was just a small sample compared to it's other veapons!" OOC: ...
As they walked down the tunnel, they could see a blue light moving towards them in a rapid pace, making a humming noise as it drew closer. "I think we should get out now..." Xane shouted, turning around and exiting the tunnel. Once he did, he hastily leaped out of the way of the blue beam of light, which soon wiped out an entire section of forest. "What was that?" Xane asked. "I think you vill get your answer soon, comrade," Ravakov's voice said, speaking through a device similar to a loud speaker. The tunnel soon lifted itself off of the ground. In the distance, a similar looking tunnel would do the same. Everyone present within the ruins would see a towering war machine, with the Brotherhood inventor in the pilot's seat. "Prepare for extinction," Ravakov said. "A the hands of the Prometheus Mk. II!" *** Pharell was already gone, guiding himself through the dark, bum rushing past any guards.
"I don't need to heal," Xane said, as he started to walk through the tunnel. "And yeah, I fought Trent." *** "Do you know what an E.M.P wave emitter is?" Pharell asked. "It's quite possibly the most genious invention in the history of the worlds. An electromagnetic pulse wave emitter. Mine is a U.P.A design that I've tinkered with to be virtually undetectable by any weapon scanning systems, and to be fitted onto the sleeve of my right collar. So with a literal flick of the wrist, it can be activated. Like so." Pharell shifted his right hand a little, and the whole Ulfire base was suddenly dark as it's lighting had suddenly switched off.
"i'll manage," Xane said. "I'm walkin', ain't I?" The two came to a stop as they saw a large tunnel, connecting one end of a canyon to another. Below the tunnel was a large pit. "Great," Xane said. "Looks like, there's no other choice but to go in the conveniently placed tunnel." *** "Actually, I was hoping I could ask you one question before we got started," Pharell said.
Xane looked down at Trent for a second before moving on. "What a waste..." he said, nonchalantly, before walking down the path...
OOC: So, Enigma's officially a bad guy now? Head hurts... BIC: Xane didn't reply, merely catching Trent's fist in his hand. After that he gave smirk. "Looks like my will's a bit more than yours." If Trent didn't know better, he would've sworn that he saw several figures stand behind Xane. Xane threw Trent's arm back after a lot of resitance. *** "Nice place, you've got here," Pharell noted.
OOC: It didn't...Maybe I can help. BIC: Years ago... "Strength doesn't matter! Speed doesn't matter," An armored man shouted, knocking his pupils across the hallway. Hand to hand sparring sessions were Dragoon's specialty. It's no wonder most of his students dreaded this day. "If you want a to fight in a true fight one day, you will realize that none of these things matter!" "Then, what does matter, if I may ask?" A young knight named Alyt decided to question. , She always asked questions perhaps the most studious in her graduating class. "What matters isn't a matter of how powerful your fist is," Dragoon answered. "It's entirely a matter of will." "You know that's some bull, right?" Another young Knight known as Xane asked. "You're sayin' that if we believe we can beat you, we'll be able to beat you? Let me guess...We have to believe that we can beat you "In our hearts", right?" "I'll never get this hand to hand stuff," Alyt sighed, shaking her head. "I think I'll just stick to blades. "At his students reactions, Dragoon chuckled, "Actually, Xane, you're completely wrong. The will to fight isn't something you just believe you can do. This is something that only applies to hand to hand combat. When an opponent you face doesn't need any particularly flashy looking technique to beat you. Where you you truly find yourself attuned to your fist. Only then...Ah, perhaps I'm getting a little too carried away, eh? How about we dismiss class for now, eh?" As they exited, the class, the two students were quick to discuss their lesson. "What a bunch of mystical crap, huh? "Alyt asked Xane. "I'm waiting for him to teach us about broadswords again. How babout you?" "I dunno," Xane shrugged. "I think I actually get some of that..." "If you say so..." Alyt sighed, rolling her eyes. *** Now... It looked as if it happened in a split second. No amount of heavily detailed word could describe it. A variety of jabs, punches and strikes emerged from Xane, each hitting Trent's armor directly in his shoulder and chest. Zhan Dou Yi Zhi De.
OOC: Trent was still charging at Xane with his T.R.E.N.T attack. Just start from there. Also, thanks for the sig.
OOC: If you're still online, I'll continue...
OOC: I'd actually rather wait till you post next, DK. See y'all later.
Xane was blinded by the light. He was no wear near fast enough to dodge it. So, what else was there to do. Raise his fist and charge right back at his opponent. *** "Nice ship," Pharell commented. "Though, I've seen better."
OOC: I already did on the last page, Nulix...
Xane kicked upward knocking Trent's arm away from him. "Lóng bà gōng bà o," Xane said, naming the attack after it was completed. OOC: Nope, it's okay. It's not like it'll bother me to wait.
OOC: It's okay, Dk. I can wait another day or two. BIC: Xane wheezed as the wind was knocked out of him. He suddenly felt as if he had a fever and felt that his legs were numb. Did Trent brek his back? No, no, he was fine, just hurt pretty damn badly. Xane sweeped his leg under Trent's causing the armored Brotherhood member to trip. As soon as he did Xane leaped to his feet, staggering a little bit. "Léi mÃng bān di quántou," Xane shouted, as is fists struck Trent in the chest, each moving faster as they struck, until it appeared that he was hitting the Brotherhood warrior with one thousand fists.
