@Raineh Daze I see and understand lmao. I’m just happy she was there to give O’Menus some backup cause he thought he was gonna sweep em all aside with ease
Ryoichi stayed on course to collide with the Red Virgo, shield up but beam saber equipped the closer he got. In his head he was ready for anything. His palms were gripping the controls tight, fingers responsive for his next actions, and yet he noticed something in the Red Virgo; a loss of animation perhaps, a rigidness that felt more comparable to NPCs' or AIs'. The realization broke his calm and yet the oddity of the tactic brought an eerie smirk to his lips.
'Genius,' he thought as the two neared closer. Instinctually, he pushed the throttle to max while shifting his forwards momentum upward. A spray of dirt and smoldering grass rushed beneath him before the Red Virgo shimmered momentarily and shook the forest with its detonation.
Ryoichi's elder brother seemed just an earshot away. Though he knew it was simply an annoying memory, his words were beginning to resonate with him if nothing else. 'This new battle format... these new players popping up... they're the challenge you were looking for back then, Ryoichi. I promise you, if you reignite your love for Gunpla you'll finally be happy! When you do finally crack a real smile, come home and get your new Gunpla, its been raging for freedom...'
The cloud of smoke from the explosion fell, coating the blazing forest beneath with black snow. Baelstrom had taken damage, a new fracture on the face, damage to the shield that he deployed once he realized he wouldn't quiet make it out unscathed. Still, it was functioning just fine or so he hoped. The inner-frame at least would be okay for the time being. Baelstrom turned its gaze back in the direction of Seo and the others. Their message had almost been drowned out by the excitement of the explosion.
A tad shaken, a noticeable tremor of furor laid beneath his cool. "Roger that, Cap'n. En route now."
He immediately cut the comms back off and with Flight-Mode still active, blasted off to meet Seo's concern. He left the fires of the forest behind, only to zoom-in on the overlays in front of him. The towers were damaged! Ryoichi's brows drew close together as he checked his teammate's status. One of which was terminated. "All that work and one of them still got eliminated. I should've taken this more seriously," he admitted.
Then he noticed something about how the Mobile Armor moved. His eyes widened in excitement once he figured it out, "Oh! Its you isn't it? Red Virgooo! Well you're not done with me yet!" Suddenly the Baelstrom was arcing in paths of blue burner towards the Mobile Armor, his handgun drawn as he pelted the Scorpio from several angles. "Come on, we have a death match to finish!"
Personality: Hinata is a lonely youth and spiritual shut-in. He exercises very tight control over his emotions, rarely showing any troubles or pains that might plague him. And though extremely circumstantial, he can also be very protective over those he deems his friends. Due to his hobby or coping mechanism of drawing, Hinata is capable of extreme focus when its desired. He displays an almost overbearing love towards his Digimon, often forgetting their innate roles as Human and Digital Monster. Socially, he seems to be a step or two off from other people and will often fall into a comfortable silence during group activities. As of late his curiosity as seemed piqued and for once he appears interested in something in his life. ATLAS holds many unveiled secrets.
Skills |
Minor Medical Skills - After getting hurt multiple times, Hinata figured he should learn to patch-up minor injuries.
Survival Expertise - Running away from home and into small forest behind his home, Hinata learned to spot shelter, edible foods, and even to build certain amenities when necessary.
Artist - A rather prodigious artist, Hinata is capable of recreating sceneries and portraits with almost life-like accuracy at an astounding speed.
Physically Gifted - Hinata was born with a natural strength and agility that belies his appearance. Apparently some members of the Tokugawa family are natural combatants.
Bio: Raised by his father and ultimately separated from his mother and siblings, Hinata had come to resent most everything about his current life. His father, the head of a twig of the original family tree, steeped him deep in their heritage. Unfortunately, the various lessons were met with apathy. His father, step-mother, and step-siblings have wound up turning to abuse, both physical and emotional, in hopes of obtaining results. Angry methods could only obtain faulty results; instead Hinata shut in on himself, turning mute towards his estranged family. This effort of resistance has come to be the norm for him, he could go about his day without uttering a single word and never notice the difference.
Throughout his miserable life, Hinata has come to see school as a respite. In fact it was sundown, after school activities were over and hours into procrastinating his return home, that a small-dragon walked pass him. Curious and somehow unfazed, Hinata stood up and followed behind it until it acknowledged him. A tad brusque, the small-dragon demanded answers. Over the course of another hour, Hinata was capable of convincing Huckmon to follow him home. The two becoming fast, if not destined friends. Almost naturally understanding each others' struggle.
By the time he arrived to his home's gate, a uniformed officer was awaiting him. His message was curt 'Join ATLAS or give up the Digimon'. Hinata had remained quiet at first, somewhat afraid but mostly defiant of the authority standing in front of him. When his silence had forced Huckmon to surrender himself, Hinata had accepted their offer instinctively, if only to stay with Huckmon just a little longer.
Name: Haku Gender: Male Personality: Highly empathetic, blunt, and fiercely loyal, Haku fights harder for a common, benevolent cause than any single individual. Deep in his eyes, one might see a vast ocean or a seamless horizon but assuredly, Haku is peering at something far beyond what everyone is looking at. When it comes to Hinata, Haku has come to adopt the same sibling-relationship, though he speaks out about being treated unfairly sometimes.
Abilities:
Fif Slash - Cuts the opponent to pieces with its sturdy claws.
Teen Ram - Rotates its tail like a drill and thrusts it into the opponent.
I have my next two Gunpla's ready to be deployed. Been working on them on and off for the last two weeks. I gotta say, I'm excited for you guys to see them when the time comes.
Disgust resonated deeply inside of O'Menus. Throughout the Horned-Mortal's declaration and fearful barking, he was twisting the white blade in hand. The reflection of his scowl a very unwelcomed reminder of the new emotions and realizations blooming inside. He had finally grasped, fully understood, how low he had fallen. That blow should had cleaved head from body, no matter the defenses the human could muster. But it had not. It had simply sent the man rag-dolling. 'Rag-dolling?!' he thought in cold disbelief. 'This world's logic is twisted beyond correction. My next blow will kill him.'
The Horned-Mortal's crimson blade brought O'Menus's sharp gaze to focus. It was a banner of sorts, bringing the remaining soldiers to him, tightening their ranks and boosting their motley morale. Faced with several of those tubular weapons refreshed the image of the sword's original wielder to mind. He raised his blazing shield to cover his body and with the crackling of what sounded like peaking lightning strikes, O'Menus rushed back into the fray.
Pointed, keen noises pelted off his shield, giving him a flawed idea of what those strange sticks were for. 'Advanced bows of some sort,' he thought, shifting his attention to the larger ones. 'Same shape, more powerful.'
He picked up speed to throw off the initial aim of the large-tube wielding mortals. The explosions behind him did little to deter the God of Fire and Heat; those kind of reactions came with his existence. Paying little mind to the soldiers surrounding the Horned-Mortal, except for the ones immediately standing between himself and his prey, whom were quickly dispatched, O'Menus flourished the white blade in his hand, aiming to separate blade-arm from man, and pulled his white sword back for a divine thrust.
The shattering of the man's construct earlier had proven his strength greater, the Horned-Mortal's near too-late reaction proved his speed. 'Aim for the heart', he growled, gathering strength beyond his ordinary efforts. 'Even if he guards with that detestable mortal-construct, the blade will meet it's target!'