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Post by Sariel of Tevet on Dec 15, 2014 16:11:35 GMT -5
Pullio takes the hit from the pan with a smile. He reaches out and snatches the pan, lifting it into the air to stare at Koko, "I tout I taw a puddy tat," He snickers, then flings both the pan and the girl away from him. "But I was wrong. You ever saw a fully berserk barbarian? One that has surrendered completely to his dark gods? Ultimate power it at his command!" He roars, and dashes forward to swipe at Stratus with his right hand. Suddenly, shadows rip themselves from the surrounding area and surround him, giving his right arm the appearance of a massive claw. "Dodge this, warrior! You are no match for my awesome power! Time to play with my new toys!" He snickers and lashes out at the warrior. His left hand points at the Dayman, and a shadowy figure peels itself up from the ground behind him. The figure pulls out a dagger and stabs downwards at the Dayman's broken form. Pullio's corrupted eyes gleaming with an unspeakable and ancient evil as his newfound powers begin to piece together. "Noone shall defeat me! Last time a barbarian Awoke, an entire continent was ruined! This time shall be no different! I will feed off of the purity of your souls! You shall fill me with more power!"
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Post by Sariel of Tevet on Dec 15, 2014 16:11:48 GMT -5
Leske sighed. Heavily. "Man I hate that guy already." He commented to nobody in particular. Mostly Cale, since no one else seemed to really interact with Sark. Leske couldn't help but think how his old master would deal with someone like that? ...Magnus would probably get irritated and detonate an entire city block to kill Sark. In many ways Leske was glad that his old mentor wasn't around anymore.
"Okay well since that's done I guess-"
His words were cut off as the ground nearby detonated, one of Ephantus's atacks having missed its target.
"...ah"
Ephantus was experiencing a strange assortment of feedback loops from his processes. Every time he shot at his used-to-be allies he felt...better. Blowing up this group of half-wit heroes was turning out to be really cathartic. The fact that an artificial intelligence NEEDS catharsis should say a lot.
"Crosswind, stop playing around and destroy them." He rumbled.
And then Ephantus' armor absorbed the impact from about forty different rockets. He shifted his focus to Leske, who was now aiming yet another veritable wall of ordinance at the giant machine.
"At this point, I'm not even sure what's going on anymore." Leske said, shrugging. "But Blwoing you away seems to be a good idea soooo~"
He fired again, and Ephantus returned fire, blasting the rockets in midair and bathing the area in explosive light.
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