Word Count: 1663 (+3 exp)
Level:
3 -
Total EXP: 133/30
Location: Dystopiascape - Valley of Ruin
After meeting up with the others in their group, Pit was informed that they'd found the intel they needed about the machine attack - and that it was happening a lot sooner than they'd expected. They needed to hustle if they wanted any chance at intercepting it. Considering the timetable for their main mission just got pushed up, Pit wasn't too bummed about losing out on the material boxes in the flooded ruins. Of course there was the question on how they'd all get to where they needed to be, since apparently the other truck had been destroyed. It was a question that was quickly answered by Tora.
"Ooh, me!" he told the Nopon, scrambling to join him and Poppi on the tall machine they'd brought over.
The group moved, back toward the ruined city they'd seemed to come through earlier. There they quickly found their targets: a veritable army of robots, with sandy colored metal bodies and beady, bright red eyes. Way more than Pit could count, but Poppi had that covered. A thousand, huh?
There were quite a lot of robots, that was for sure. But nothing a handful of heroes couldn't handle, right? Pit hopped in place a few times and stretched out his wings, preparing for battle with the rest of the group.
"I'm used to taking down tons of enemies," he said, manifesting the Palutena Bow in his hands.
"Heh, I'll even take two hundred!"Big words, but ones that Pit could back up... well, if he'd been at full strength. He wasn't entirely sure when or how he'd regain all his capabilities in the World of Light, but what he had should still be enough to take on a hundred or so robots. Whether he could or not didn't matter - he
would, so that the machines wouldn't reach the city and hurt anyone.
The Seekers charged, Pit along with them. As he entered the fray, his opener was much the same as every: a volley of light arrows. The arrows swerved around the faster Seekers to strike their targets, only staggering the larger robots. The weaker, smaller robots had their vitals blown apart with one or two well placed shots. Perhaps if they'd been up against physical arrowheads their metal chassis might have fared better, but the pure condensed light fired from the Palutena Bow was just made of different stuff.
He'd managed to take out a number this way while the Seekers were still relatively close together. Biped medium and large with limbs broken off so that they couldn't move, chest cavities dented in and damaging core mechanisms inside, or head pieces completely broken for instant downs. Fliers of all sizes crashed down from overhead, destroyed while in the air or smashing to pieces once they hit the ground.
"Twenty!" Pit called his tally aloud before a mass of robots finally made their way to him, converging together.
Though he was more proficient in long range, melee suited the angel just fine as well. A goliath reached out to swat Pit but he hopped up and onto its arm, running up the length until its small head was in sight. He slammed the bowblade into the space between its eyes, carving a slice through its head that sparked and gradually shut the machine down. It fell to its knees, toppling over and squashing two bipeds under its weight. Pit dashed off, spinning the bow in his hand as he cut through a group of bipeds that scrambled toward him. The small area around him was a cyclone of blue, gold, and flying metal chunks. When he came out the other side, he left behind several scrap heaps.
"Thirty!"Now that he was in the thick of it, there didn't seem to be any end to the robotic hoard. When he put one machine down, another came at him. They climbed over the fallen bodies of their fellow machines with singular focus. A legpower goliath came stomping through, but it only suffered the same fate as the previous goliath. When it kicked at the angel, Pit jumped up high. A flap of his wings brought him out of range of the follow up kick, and he came down on the robot's head with a downward strike that punctured its cranium. This time the bipeds around it scattered so as not to be crushed, leaving a couple open for Pit to sweep in and skewer.
It was clear that the more simplistic, humanoid bots were not going to be a match for Pit. However, there were more than just those kinds of machines in the army they were facing. Four quadrupeds galloped toward him, pushing the other robots out of the way and charging directly at him. These didn't need to fumble around and try to strike him with a weapon, their bodies were sharpened enough that a simple tackle had the potential to do a lot of damage. He parried the first and very nearly dodged the second. He was a little too late, and when he turned out of the way the quadruped clipped his wing. It was a relatively minor wound, but also the worst place he could have been hit, and in his haste to protect his wings he turned back into danger's way. The third slammed into him, its front legs caught by the bow but slicing into his arms and bracers. Refusing to be bowled over, Pit dug his heels in and grit his teeth. He was being pushed back, so he rolled with it - throwing the quadruped behind him with a kick where it slashed apart a biped.
The fourth quadruped had missed when Pit had rolled backward, but it had already turned and was running in for its second charge when he stood back up. He leapt up and kicked the machine over, following up with a windmill slash to take it apart before it could regain its footing. There was a repreive of about one second when Pit swapped equipment before the robots swarmed in once more.
Faster than their two-legged counterparts, the quadrupeds made to tackle Pit first. This time they were easily deflected by the dual Orbitars that floated around him. They turned the robots away as though they were simple charging animals, and a spray of rapid fire shots took out a squadron of medium and large bipeds that followed behind. The orbitars then swept around, turning their fire on the four-legged machines. Individually each shot was weak, but enough clustered together on joins or weak spots was enough to destroy what amounted to robo-fodder. Two of the quadrupeds crumpled, and the last threw itself at Pit only to be pummeled into defeat by the swirling shields.
Whew! How many is that now? It was getting a little hard to keep track. Gunfire showered over the area from some fliers that arrived, and a pair of reverse-legged goliaths that stepped up to the plate next. The Orbitars slammed together to block the bullets, focusing on defense and only taking pot shots at the fliers. Some crashed down to the earth, and once there was a enough of a gap in the firing the orbitars came apart again, returning fire with gusto at the enemies overhead. The orbitars' shots were more than enough for the fliers, and Pit took them down while the reverse-legs advanced. Bullets zinged by, and the angel didn't escape completely unscathed as he closed the distance between himself and the robots. He slipped behind a goliath, scrambling up its back while the other peppered it with its arm mounted guns. Pit peeked out from behind the goliath's head, ducking when the gunfire moved up and obliterated his ride. Kicking off of its falling body Pit landed on top of the other reverse-leg, letting the orbitars do their thing. One shield softened its rusty-looking dome by slamming into it, the other firing to finish it off.
"Uh, fifty! I think." He tried to keep an ear and eye out for his comrades in case they needed any help, but at the moment the battle actually seemed to be going alright. There was the stray yelp of pain and startled shout, but none of the Seekers were in dire straits. That was great, they could definitely get through this if they kept the pace up! The group's stamina reserves might not be able to catch up with their intent, but so far so good. Pit himself could definitely keep it going for a while yet.
With the orbitars still equipped he focused on keeping his distance and focusing fire on a few enemies before moving on to the next, looking for the perfect moment to use his charged shot. Robots rushed in and were put down two or three at a time until the group was getting too big and too close to continue this strategy. Metal fists and slapdash weapons were beginning to reach him. No worries though, it was time!
"That all you got?" Pit said, grinning despite himself and hopping backwards out of the crowd.
He gave himself a whole lot of space by unleashing the Guardian Orbitars' charge shot. The shimmering energy shield flew forward, mowing down a whole host of bipeds, quadrupeds, and even fliers that had swooped down too low. Any enemies it didn't destroy outright where damaged and pushed out of the way, perfect for Pit to dash in and finish off. One legpower goliath had lost a foot, making the weak spot on its head easy pickings. Another goliath had raised its bulky arms up in defense, leaving the head on its undercarriage vulnerable. The smaller robots were no issue just yet.
After carving out a chunk of the robots, the rest that were trying to target him had to spend some time crawling over the wreckage. He took the moment afforded to him for a quick breather, then jumped right back in to battle to meet them.
Tally: 95
Small Flier x20, Medium flier x12, Medium Biped x31, Large Biped x17, Quadruped x9, Goliath x2, Legpower x2, Reverse-Leg x2
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