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You know what we could do is give Seyrun an eighth servant played by yours truly.
eh?
The rockets on Vincent ignited, launching him backwards across the ground. One-handed, he fired rounds from the M60, weaving around the barrage of fists. The executioner felt his whole body lurch as he was assaulted by several G's of force from different directions. Thankfully, his body could withstand that level of strain.
Something was getting nearer. Was it civilians? No, he decided. Anyone without a death wish would be running. Even if it was a human, the best route would be to eliminate this monster quickly.
It was humanoid, so if he was lucky, it had tendons. Vincent drew the gargantuan sword mounted on his shoulder, and shot forward. One rocket powered slash would be more than enough to cleave into the back of the thing's ankle, covered in flame or no.
Something was getting nearer. Was it civilians? No, he decided. Anyone without a death wish would be running. Even if it was a human, the best route would be to eliminate this monster quickly.
It was humanoid, so if he was lucky, it had tendons. Vincent drew the gargantuan sword mounted on his shoulder, and shot forward. One rocket powered slash would be more than enough to cleave into the back of the thing's ankle, covered in flame or no.
"Aw shit it's angry." Vincent swore, dashing to the side. This thing was bigger than he'd ever expected; how he'd not seen it beforehand was anyone's guess.
In fact, he was going to have a word with whoever was supposed to watch the scanners. This thing was easily above the forest canopy.
"Shit, calling in a Sepulcher drop! Guillotine drop! I need some armor between me and him!" he said, ducking behind a tree. Waves of emerald flame washed around, blackening the bark.
Without a thought in his head, he dropped the heavy machine gun and tore off his shirt and mask. With something like this, he had to call in something to grant the largest boost to his defense and mobility. However, Vincent really didn't like being stabbed in the spine.
Iron meteors slammed beside him. The red hot pod released several coolants with a loud hiss of steam, and quickly opened its hatch. Vincent stepped inside the black metal suit, and automatically it encased him in thick plates of super-durable alloy. The white faceplate masked his human visage, and, contrasted with the black armor, renewed his guise.
Inside, a HUD displayed information.
"Systems on, life support, reactor. Nervous system link..." he grit his teeth, and dozens of needles punctured his spinal column, from the base of his neck to right above his pelvis. "...active. Sepulcher, ready!"
A heavy suit of black metal stepped forth from the safety of the pod. Several thrusters adorned its back and legs. Vincent reached forward, and experimentally wiggled his fingers. The system was linked, and he was in full control of all his digits. The field test was a success. Vincent grabbed the Guillotine sword from the other pod, and mounted it over his shoulder. Just in time, the bark close to him was turning black and crispy.
Vincent was now more mobile and better armored than any tank. Just one thing was left.
"How the Hell do I hurt this thing?"
In fact, he was going to have a word with whoever was supposed to watch the scanners. This thing was easily above the forest canopy.
"Shit, calling in a Sepulcher drop! Guillotine drop! I need some armor between me and him!" he said, ducking behind a tree. Waves of emerald flame washed around, blackening the bark.
Without a thought in his head, he dropped the heavy machine gun and tore off his shirt and mask. With something like this, he had to call in something to grant the largest boost to his defense and mobility. However, Vincent really didn't like being stabbed in the spine.
Iron meteors slammed beside him. The red hot pod released several coolants with a loud hiss of steam, and quickly opened its hatch. Vincent stepped inside the black metal suit, and automatically it encased him in thick plates of super-durable alloy. The white faceplate masked his human visage, and, contrasted with the black armor, renewed his guise.
Inside, a HUD displayed information.
"Systems on, life support, reactor. Nervous system link..." he grit his teeth, and dozens of needles punctured his spinal column, from the base of his neck to right above his pelvis. "...active. Sepulcher, ready!"
A heavy suit of black metal stepped forth from the safety of the pod. Several thrusters adorned its back and legs. Vincent reached forward, and experimentally wiggled his fingers. The system was linked, and he was in full control of all his digits. The field test was a success. Vincent grabbed the Guillotine sword from the other pod, and mounted it over his shoulder. Just in time, the bark close to him was turning black and crispy.
Vincent was now more mobile and better armored than any tank. Just one thing was left.
"How the Hell do I hurt this thing?"
As tall as three trees. Three very big trees.
That's pretty big. You should have specified.
How big exactly is this thing supposed to be? In like feet and inches.
"What's this?" Al said, ceasing his duties as catcher. "A menagerie of mice? And here I was thinking I'd be using these swords to test for wall spikes all day."
The warrior drew a hefty claymore, and pointed it at the mice.
"I'm gonna be honest, it's been a while since I've had meat in my belly. I was hoping for mutton, but you'll do."
Al raised the greatsword over his head, and then, dropped it into an underhand position. He brought his arm back and strained his muscles before tossing the chunk of iron like a javelin. The eight or nine pounds of metal rocketed towards the rodents like a large, shaftless arrowhead.
The warrior drew a hefty claymore, and pointed it at the mice.
"I'm gonna be honest, it's been a while since I've had meat in my belly. I was hoping for mutton, but you'll do."
Al raised the greatsword over his head, and then, dropped it into an underhand position. He brought his arm back and strained his muscles before tossing the chunk of iron like a javelin. The eight or nine pounds of metal rocketed towards the rodents like a large, shaftless arrowhead.
I do need everyone to post before I can update.
Is that really necessary though? I mean it'd make sense during a fight because everyone would be doing a thing, but wouldn't it be faster to just post results right away when we do something like drop a light down a hole or test a bookshelf for secret passages?
Probably be better for everyone if I just quit now rather than procrastinating the game into the ground.
If you don't wanna hold the game up, then post. It's not hard to type up a paragraph.
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