Omega
Despite the faint glow that radiated off of Omega, the thick growth of the forest allowed to cowboy to hide almost completely from sight. Now the only question was if the Machina followed him or went off to fight a different target. Gripping his pistols tight he began to give them a charge while anticipating the enemy's arrival.
His wait would not be in vain, as after only a few moments the sound of a thruster could be heard at the tree line before being replaced by the sound of leaves and twigs being crushed beneath her boots. Holding his position, Omega listened as the Machina questioned why someone with a cowboy motif wasn’t aligned with them. Of course he had an answer, but giving it now would reveal him and surprise was his biggest advantage at that moment.
Once the approaching steps were right next to him, the spirit pounced. Springing from his hiding spot Omega drove his revolver blades toward Tatiana’s chest. Once they either made contact or were blocked, Omega replied to the earlier question.
”You’d think. But I much more prefer the home team. Besides, as I hear y’all already have a spirit on your side. My addition would just be redundant at that point.”Focused on the duel, the witty cowboy failed to notice the rosey mist lingering at the edge of the forest, nor the flames that followed.
@Flamelord
Though his initial idea worked in keeping the first chainsaw away, Balrog soon learned that there was more where that came from and he was far from prepared. In the instance the titans clashed Graf brought down a second chainsaw directly on Balrog’s machine gun arm. He could do nothing but watch as the saw cut deeper and deeper into the gun before he decided he had to fire back. Unloading with the busted gun proved effective in breaking the saw’s chain, but the damage done from the saw plus the inevitable backfire rendered the gun completely inoperable.
It was for naught it seemed as Graf had even more chainsaws ready to go, and they all began to slice at Balrog each cutting deeper into his armor. To make matters worse, Balrog’s thrusters lacked the strength to counter Graf as he forced Balrog down aiming to smash him to the ground. It seemed the demon’s only option was to use his missiles, but doing so at this range would almost assure his own destruction.
Things seemed bleak, until a familiar red mist began to envelope the air. Thanks to his demonic nature, Balrog was left unaffected while Graf began to feel the sting of the acid. This was his chance to try something crazy. Ripping his flails off of the first chainsaw, Balrog engaged his thrusters, but instead of fighting Graf’s, pointed them to the right. Simultaneously, he fired several rockets the same direction to give him some extra push.
The thrust was just enough to push Balrog out of the way while Graf continued on his path to the mountain. No longer toe to toe, there was no danger in using the missiles.
“You want body back? HERE! HAVE MISSILES FIRST!” Balrog yelled as he unleashed a barrage on Graf.
@Lucius Cypher