06-20-2015, 11:09 PM
(06-20-2015, 11:06 PM)Shaadaris Wrote:(06-20-2015, 11:04 PM)Ehksidian Wrote: What the- I blinked, and staggered a bit. What the hell was that? The shipping kept going, trying to take control...
Deep breaths, Wurg. Even though you have no lungs. Stay calm. It can't take over. You're immune. It cannot pass he indomitable wall of your mind. I gritted my teeth, set my stance, and glanced at the figures emerging from all around. A metal plate formed around my hand, a fairly shoddy shield, but a shield nonetheless. Scrap metal is very useful for making geometric shapes, after all. If any of the figures approached, I was ready. The plasma-edge of my blade glowed a faint, burning orange. It was time to fight.
*Three of the figures begin to stagger on their uneven legs towards Wurg*
(06-20-2015, 11:05 PM)Umbra Wrote: "Huh..." Umbra dissipates it. "Well, that's not working." He pulls out his Ether pistol and shoots the figure.
// it's a conjured energy sword, btw. so is the Ether gun. Energy bullets!
*The figure is knocked back by the shot, but quickly reforms.
Its arms form into what appear to be battleaxes*
"Yup. That's an Ateros." Umbra forms an axe to match it out of the pinkish-purple energy. "You wanna dance, robot? Be my guest." He swings.