Khellendrosiic

OOC: Not that it matters in the basis of this thread, but flowstone doesn't just arbitrarily expand like you're making it out to be, Diov. Flowstone has to be generated from some central source and slowly spread across the land as new flowstone is added. And while flowstone can make creatures and stuff where ever it is, I don't think it's ever made mountains in an instant.

But anyway, that was just the M:tG purist in me speaking out, now back to the replies.

BIC: The Destroyer saw the Ork Stormboys coming a mile away, which was easy since the Orks didn't even try to be steathly. Not that they could, really, but they didn't put any effort into it anyway.

But as the Stormboys neared, the Destroyer opened fire, wounding one and taking out another before their Nob chucked his stikkbomb. Damaged, the Destroyer couldn't keep the Orks out of melee and so resorted to beating them off with its arms, using the gauss cannon as an oversized club. But Necron metal, even as advanced as it is, crumbled under Ork weaponry, and the Destroyer quickly went down. Maybe it took another Ork with it, maybe not, but the moment the hovering tank slammed into the ground it disappeared to return to the Necron base camp.

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The flowstone failed to compensate for the speed that the Destroyer could direct toward going straight up. Once it noticed the ground reaching for it, the Destroyer had ascended skywards. The cannon shells impacted on the ground where the Destroyer would have been and that caused the Necron to decide to leave.

With no noise whatsoever, the Destroyer vanished and reappeared back at the base camp. It calmly floated out of the portal of one of the Monoliths and rejoined its fellows.

Figuring it was about time to act and that Kip had the cowboy agent covered, Balsk pointed his free hand at the sniper and focused his magic. It had been harder to do lately and drained more of his mystical strength, but he had enough in him for a couple of blasts.

Leading the target a bit, Balsk muttered "Shraktar." and fired a bolt of lightning from his hand right at Reikoff.

From down the street came the wailing of sirens. Apparently someone had called the cops.

Lord Diov: 15

Khellendrosiic: 17

Hallucinogen: 16

Essex: 15

Prodiguy: 16

Soviet Troll: 16

Lazarus: 15

Devious Me: 15

Burning Brawler: 15

Arashi: 15

Halo Inc: 15

Billy Boy: 16

Leo Gunner: 14

Pheonyx: 15

Mithral Zeta: 15

Cowman: 14

Moiread Scott: 15

Seikon: 15

Coldfire Kaiser: 11

Army of Grey: 14

Ozell One: 16

For Billyboy cause he's awesome.

OOC: *waits for stupid named Naga to respawn so he can kill him*

I WOULD ALSO LIKE TO AWARD ONE AWESOME POINT TO SOVIET FOR BEING THE SECOND HALF OF THE AMAZING WARHAMMER DUO THAT IS US!

BIC: The Necron Destroyer skimmed over the landscape at its maximum speed, about 100 mph. Swiveling its head back and forth, the Destroyer surveyed the land ahead of it, searching for any signs of life - or unlife.

Spotting an odd bulge on the horizon, the Destroyer re-oriented and headed toward that while relaying its change of course back to Boss, who could telepathically send messages to and from every Necron on the battlefield. Boss okayed this decision and the Destroyer powered on. Shortly it got close enough to identify that massive chunk of rock as an Ork Rok. It wasn't that hard to figure out, what with all the green forms crawling over, around, and on top of it and the giant oversized thrusters poking up toward the sky.

Slowing down, the range finders mounted on the side of the Destroyer's head zoomed in and looked the Orkish horde over. There appeared to be an entire Waagh!s worth, which was not good. Sending a report back to Boss, who was contemplating changing his name, it recieved orders to remain on station and watch the Orks.

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Another Destroyer happened upon the Phyrexian army. Also staying at a safe distance, the Necron began sending reports to Boss and tried to catalogue the various types of Phyrexians.

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The Ear Overlord and his ninjas would probably come across yet another Necron Destroyer. They would also probably get the jump on it, since this Destroyer was busy composing poetry in its head as it drifted along.

EDIT: OOC: [censored] Naga killed me while I was typing this. >_< Also, I added links to pictures in my first post.

OOC: Ahhh... Finally an opportunity to combine by burgeoning love of Warhammer 40k with the irrationality of the RP boards.

BIC: "For the God Emperor!" screamed the blue armored Ultramarine as he brought his power sword down, shearing through the black carapace of a Necron warrior .

Yanking his blade from the fallen metallic corpse, the space marine hefted his bolter and fired a stream of explosive slugs toward another of the blasphemous heathens. As he pumped the bullets downrange, the Necron he had hacked in two slowly pulled itself together, the halves reattaching themselves and lifting up its gauss flayer. The glowing green weapon was shoved into the stomach of the space marine and fired, stripping away layer after layer of molecules until the beam burst out of the marine's back.

Shoving the human corpse off of itself, the Necron rose back to its feet and resumed it's slow, implacable advance toward the human city that the space marines were defending. But no matter how implacable the Necron advance was, they could still be stopped. Ranks of massive Ultramarines poured bolter and plasma fire into the mass of attacking Necrons which countered with the flickering green strobe lights of their gauss flayers. Overhead waged another war between the hovering Necron destroyers and lightly armored marine jetbikes. A rain composed of falling metal and flesh fell upon the ground combatants as they fought, driving eachother back and forth across the blasted landscape.

From a small hill in the rear ranks of the Necron forces watched the leader of that army, the Necron Lord. He surveyed the battle and knew that his forces were losing. The Monoliths would not arrive in time to significantly alter the battle and the number of operable Necrons were falling faster than the Tomb Spyders could get them to work again. The time had come to retreat and beg forgiveness from the his master, his god.

It took but a second, and in that second every single Necron, every scrap of metal and broken weapon, vanished from the battlefield as abruptly as they had come. The space marines rejoiced, reveling in the fact that they had just won one of the view battles against the Necron menace. But they were no longer important, as all living things were.

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This is different, was the first thought that flashed through the mind of the Necron Lord as he looked out over a lush green landscape.

Since when the hell could I think? was the second thought.

All around him was his army, every warrior, destroyer, Monolith, and tomb spyder at his command. But they were all supposed to be back at the tomb world, licking their wounds and repairing their fallen, not in this field of flowers and bright sunshine.

"Something seems a bit off," the Necron Lord said outloud, his voice hoarse and mechanical sounding.

"You can say that again," agreed one of the Immortals as he hefted his heavy gauss flayer and looked around.

"Why the hell are we talking?" the Lord wondered to himself. "And what the hell is 'hell'?"

"I think we should just roll with it," giggled a Flayed One as he toyed with the bloody skin on his back. "I kind of like being able to talk and think again."

"We might be able to think for ourselves again, but that doesn't answer any of our questions," put forth a warrior as he walked up to the Necron Lord. "Like where we are and how we got here."

"Obviously our retreat coordinates were changed," remarked a Heavy Destroyer as he floated down from the sky to hover over the small meeting. "Possibly by something even stronger and more powerful than the C'tan."

"I'm not sure I want to consider anything more powerful than the things that enslaved our whole race," said the Lord as he scratched at his head. "And uh, Immortal guy, er.... Anyone remember their name?"

Silence stretched out for a few seconds. Then the Flayed One giggled and ruined the moment.

"Ok, name time then," the Lord said, glaring at the Flayed One. "Flayed guy, you're Freak."

"I'm super freaky," Freak giggled. "I guess I'll order around the other Flayed Ones, yes?"

"Sure sure, whatever," the Lord said, waving his hand dismissivly. "Immortal, you're......"

"Bob," Bob said simply.

"....right. Heavy Destroyer, you're.... Hunchback."

"Hunchback? Why that?" asked Hunchback.

"Because you only have one arm," the Lord said. "Now shut up and let me think."

"Not doing a very good job of it so far," Hunchback said darkly.

"I'm Terminator," the Necron warrior said.

"Fine, whatever," the Lord said, waving his hand again. "Now I just need my name."

"Boss," said all of the assembled soldiers all at once.

Boss looked around at Freak, Terminator, Bob, and Hunchback and gave them a cold glare. They all shrugged it off.

"Fine, fine, I'm Boss. Now get the damn Tomb Spyders to fix up the men and have the destroyers fan out and scout, I'm getting paranoid here," Boss said, ordering everyone around.

"Roger," Hunchback replied and shot up into the air to meet with the milling cloud of destroyers and heavy destroyers.

"I'll go boss around the spyders," Bob said as he slowly walked down the hill.

"I'm going to see how the men are doing," Terminator said and followed Bob down.

Boss looked over at Freak. Freak looked up at Boss. The two stared at eachother for a moment. Then Freak started wiggling his fingers and dicing the grass up. Boss sighed.

*waits for somebody to get pissy*

Lord Diov: 15

Khellendrosiic: 16

Hallucinogen: 15

Essex: 16

Prodiguy: 15

Soviet Troll: 15

Lazarus: 15

Devious Me: 15

Burning Brawler: 15

Arashi: 15

Halo Inc: 15

Billy Boy: 15

Leo Gunner: 14

Pheonyx: 15

Mithral Zeta: 15

Cowman: 15

Moiread Scott: 15

Seikon: 15

Coldfire Kaiser: 14

Army of Grey: 14

Ozell One: 16

OOC: .....

*twitch*

*snerk*

*chuckle*

lol

LOL

lmao

rofl

roflmao

[u]BRILLIANT![u]

Can I bring somebody that does not and can not exist in the CoX universe?

"EMRY! PHE! ROSIE!" Balsk roared back into the SPC building. "WE'VE GOT SOME SORT OF SPECIAL OPS GUY TRYING TO PEG SOME HEROES! COME AND GET YOUR KICK [censored] ON!"

Clearing his throat and ignoring the annoyed shouting from behind him, Balsk muttered a few words and faded from sight under a complex invisibility spell. Quickly opening the door and dashing off to the side to avoid getting shot, Balsk shaded his eyes and started surveying rooftops. Protective membranes that acted like sunglasses flicked over his eyes to protect them from the harsh sunlight and the miniature camera built into the tip of his tail whirred slightly as it scouted with advanced sensors.

Hopefully he would remain unseen and spot the attackers before they made their next mo-....

Balsk glared at Curtis as he teleported next to Kip and, seeing the young kid pull on some sort of armor, dismissed the fight and went back to looking for the sniper.

"Yeesh, what an [censored]," Balsk remarked as Bear flew off. "But whatever, I never say no to bacon. Or meat, for that matter."

Shrugging off Bear's departure, Balsk stepped forward to take a piece of the pro-offered pizza when suddenly his hand shot down to his sword, pulled it out, and used the flat of the blade to harmlessly deflect the AP round up into the sky. Not wasting another second, Balsk jumped to the side and kicked open the doors into SPC.

"I think we should all get in now," he said calmly as he surveyed the rooftops of the adjacent buildings, searching for the sniper.

Despite how low his security level was, Balsk was very much a professional soldier.

"By Takhisis, man, if you sent this package to a girl that works here then you should expect something like this to happen if you don't put her name on it," huffed Balsk as he closed the letter and extended it and the box toward Bear in one hand. "And if I trusted you to not blow me away if I reached for my card then I would show you some ID, but I don't."

"Thanks for the back-up, by the way," Balsk said to Allen, craning his head to the side to look past Bear's head. "But I'm pretty sure I could've handled him on my own."

Balsk sniffed loudly and looked over his shoulder, shifting his wing a bit so he could see while obscuring the odd blue scale set inbetween his wings, sticking out against the bronze scales. Seeing the grenade arrow, Balsk turned all the way around and kept his free hand away from the sword sheathed at his side. One eye ridge crooked up as the draconian looked Bear over.

"There a reason why you're menacing a registered hero with an explosive arrow or do you just enjoy getting into hopeless situations?" Balsk asked. "And I've read up about this country. Opening an unmarked letter delivered to my place of work doesn't seem to be against any laws."

Failing to locate any sort of identification on either the box or the letter that accompanied it, Balsk figured it would be in everyone's best interests if he removed these potentially dangerous items and dispose of them.

The chocolate smelled real good, too.

Pushing open the front door with his hip, Balsk stuck the box of chocolates under one arm and proceeded to slice open the letter with one talon. He glanced up at Lieutenant Bear, nodded once, and started walking down the street, preparing to take out the letter and read it.

OOC: Considering the other emotions you can write perfectly well, I'm pretty sure being able to emo-write is just fine.

OOC: Methinks someone needs a hug.

*places Essex right in front of Term, points at Term*

Oh hey look, a sad person!

*flees*

Balsk Azurebound, though he preferred not to mention his last name, sighed and spun around in his chair. The words describing the 'Valentine's Day' in the book he was reading remained static against the whirling view of the ceiling of the Soul Police Chapters' office. Eventually giving up in frustration, the winged lizard man stuck his foot against his desk, arresting his spin, and hopped up.

Tossing a weary wave to one of the humans, Balsk tromped around the base, wondering what he should do today. It was an even trade-off between beating the hell out of some thugs or spending more time researching whatever the hell was keeping him in this dimension.

"Never enough punks to go around," Balsk muttered to himself as he walked to the front door.

A package lying on the ground inside the door caught the draconian's attention and he stooped to pick it up and see who it was addressed too.

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Solid happily hummed the Star Wars theme to himself while he scrawled out happy tidings on a stack of several dozen cheesy giftcards. Once he was done with one, he would drop the card into an envelope along with a little Valentine heart candy. This had become standard procedure for the android over the years and by now he had it down to factory line precision. Sure the stack of cards had grown larger, but that wasn't much of an obstacle.

And maybe if he finished soon he could mail the damn things and get to delivering the real gifts.

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There was silence and darkness in the section of the LMOUSVEV base that Archlich called home. The silence was broken by the sound of booted footsteps and the creaking of armor. Then the darkness was shattered by a small desk lamp illuminating a heavy tome, open to the middle, and a skeletal hand clutching a pink letter. The letter was quickly opened and the envelope tossed aside, presumably in a trash can. The desk lamp's light was then joined by two blue flares that dimly showed the eye sockets that they were harbored in as Archlich read the letter. With some amount of finality, Archlich crumpled the letter and tossed it into the trashcan as well.

"Foolish girl," he said and turned off the lamp.

I would completely revamp the powers of Toy Dispenser's bots to be in line with their upgraded forms. Combat Toy gets a primary and secondary cause it has lots of attacks and such.

[u]Combat Toy[u]
Primary: Assault

Punch - With his fist!

Dual Plasma Blast - Screw the single shot.

Flamethrower - Burny goodness.

Ghostslayer Blade - High lethal sword slash, extra energy damage to true undead.

Incendiary Missiles - Unchanged.

Swarm Missiles - Unchanged.

Alpha Strike - Combination plasma blast/flamethrower/swarm missile attack. Does massive AoE damage but renders Combat Toy drained of power for several seconds. Very long recharge.

Secondary: Armor

Heavy Armor - Passive resistances and such.

Shield Block - Uses the shield on its left arm to block an oncoming attack. Can only be used a certain number of times before the shield is destroyed.

EDIT: Here's the rest of em.

[u]Small Toy[u]
Sniper Drone

Energy Snipe - After charging, fires a powerful beam of concentrated plasma capable of smashing through through the heaviest of defenses.

Ghostslayer Dagger - Moderate damage stab, extra damage to true undead.

Stealth Matrix - As per Stealth.

Advanced Sensors - Increased perception and accuracy.

Small Toy is very much a one trick pony, but its stealth and sensors let it use this trick very effectively.

[u]Mini Bot[u]
Scrapper Drone

Laser Burst - Standard laser attack.

Dual Laser Blast - Fires both wrist mounted lasers at once. Moderate chance of knocking the target down ala Heavy Laser Burst.

Claw - Melee attack with hand claw.

Tentacle Slash - Lethal attack using one of the two buzzsaw tentacles on Mini Bot's back.

Whirling Saw - AoE attack using complicated acrobatics, both tentacles, and both claws.

Mini Bot is a scrapper with some ranged attacks and minion health. 'Nuff said.

[u]Toy Bot[u]
Assault Drone

Repulsor Blast - Fires a bolt from one of Toy Bot's modified Repulsor Rifle arms. Can knockback as per the Rikti Rifle.

Dual Repulsor Blast - Same as above, except more damaging because both arms are firing now.

Rapid Fire - Through overcharging the capacitors, Toy Bot can unleash a volley of shots that hit all enemies in a Full Auto-esque cone. High chance of knockback.

Deftness - Toy Bot's four legged design renders it practically immune to knockback and immobilize.

The blaster of the bunch and nearest to the original Battle Drone attacks.

[u]Large Toy[u]
Protector Bot

Laser Blast - As per regular.

Heavy Laser Burst - As per regular.

Nanite Beam - Can heal organics as well as mechanoids.

Photon Grenade - As per regular.

Slicer Drones - Deploys two Slicer Drones, which are Seeker Drones modified to attack with cutting blades.

Force Shield - As per regular.

AI Abnormality - Large Toy is even less likely than other robots to be affected by confuse or fear attacks due to its extreme sense of duty and very professional attitude.

I've never really thought that Protector Bots needed to be changed much. Large Toy is pretty much what I would consider perfect for them.

[u]Block Bot[u]
Protector Bot

Laser Blast - As above.

Heavy Laser Burst - As above.

Nanite Beam - As above.

Seeker Drones - As per standard.

Force Shield - As above.

Resiliance - Block Bot has higher than average resistances to damage than the other bots and even has a chance to literally pull itself back together after being destroyed.

AI Abnormality - More likely to be shut down due to fear effects but has a very high resistance to psychic attacks.

Block Bot is one poor sap. It hates it's job but keeps coming back to do it.

I think that's everything I would love to have changed. Good to finally get that written down somewhere.

OOC: No no no. When I said Fenrir was being ignored, I was just bringing to everyone's attention that for some reason the current Sky Raider team was ignoring him, almost as though they're expecting him to be dealt with in some other way. The mentioning of the open door should have also lead you to the conclusion that someone new is going to come out and fight Fenrir.

Post will be up later tonight or tomorrow.

OOC: Sorry this took so long, folks. RL issues.

BIC: Ignoring the noxious fumes swirling around it and the explosion that dented in a portion of its chest, the Jump Bot Incinerator ignited its thrusters and leapt up into the air after Vasquez. As the droid sailed through the air, it aimed with one hand and fired a gout of flames as it went past the commando. The droid then landed in a crouch on another platform and immidiately pushed off again, arcing toward Vasquez in another flaming run.

The Captain tried to change course to keep up with Bizzmereo, but the burst of electricity threw him off. Landing on the platform where Bizzmereo had just been, the Captain skidded along on his armored knees as his jet pack switched off temporarily. Coming up on one leg, the Captain aimed and fired at the hero.

The round was purposefully shot high, but hopefully it would serve to distract Bizzmereo long enough for the Wing Raider that had come up behind the hero to slash him in the back with his machete.

Fawkes snarled angrily as the Lord of Rags refused to let go and slammed his fist into a pair of buttons.

"See how you like this, you freak!" the commander shouted as the two white pods attatched to his skiff fell downward.

Halfway down to the platform underneath them, the pods unfolded to reveal another pair of Jet Bots. Their jets flared for a few seconds to allow for a safe landing and then they almost immidiately jumped back up into the air. They landed on Fawkes' sky skiff on either side of the Lord of Rags. One hand from each droid lashed out and grabbed the katana by its blade, halting the sword from breaking through the glass. Then, the right Jet Bot pulled back its other fist and punched at the Lord of Rags' center of mass.

Fenrir's mallet hit the lead Wing Raider at about the same time that Experiment's spine wave did. The flying soldier didn't stand a chance and tumbled silently to the ground, his chest smashed in, before his body flashed and disappeared, medi-ported to safety. The rest of the squad managed to take the spine hits with considerable more composure and then scattered, so as to keep Experiment from doing that again.

Two of the remaining Wing Raiders dive bombed Experiment, peeling off at the last moment to clear the way for the other Wing Raider and Captain to nail the hero with a pair of aimed shots.

The Jump Bot that Ruladork punched flew backwards and crumpled against the edge of the platform that it had initially jumped from. One hand spun about and grabbed onto the edge, keeping the droid from falling, while the other hand once more aimed in the direction that Ruladork was and loosed a wide angle burst of flames.

And for some odd reason, Fenrir was being ignored. Also, but not really odd, the Sky Raider team door had opened.

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Debuffs are one thing, but where did the sheer damage required come from on a Troller?

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You halt an Arch Villain's Regeneration and you can take as long as you like to kill them.

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How would a controller other than /rad halt an AV's regen?

And not that I've actually tried with an AV, but if 4 purples makes it almost impossible for an EB to hit me, I think they'd work well for an AV. Of course, you'd need lots of purples which means lots of inspiration space which means higher levels...

...this is why I stick to soloing EBs. A tray full of 20 purples and that's all I need.

OOC: The form being given is just the standard stuff. Name, age, height, address, powers, next of kin, that sort of stuff. You don't even really have to list all that information when you post filling it out.

BIC: "Fill out this form, sir," the receptionist said with nary a blink at the large werewolf that had walked up. "A fight is going on right now. You have the option of joining in directly or watching from the ready room and waiting for the next fight. As long as your Threat Level card is successfully scanned, of course."

"Suuuuure you didn't, kiddo," said Solid from where he was leaning right next to the inside doors. "Pull the other finger, it does the mamba."

Pushing off from the wall, Solid angled his walk so that he was in front of the two girls.

"Sup Essex?" he said to the little reploid before looking at Rosie. "And tall, grey, and husky wants to see you at the punching range thing."

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Loud, rattling snores were all that came from Wielder. The big tanker had walked into his room and promptly fell asleep, possibly in the hopes of resting well before his fight.

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Wow, how could a Tank get the damage to overcome an AV solo? Does this mean Defenders, Blasters and Controllers could solo AVs as well? Blasters I can't imagine though... no status protection, no defenses (unless you took Force Mastery, but even still...), I can't picture them staying up long enough to do it. I suppose it may depend on the AV, but GW would probably chew up and spit Blasters out.

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Blaster + full tray of purples + Shivan + nukes = Dead AV?

Main hero: Solid Shot

1. A: Let the kid get cornered by some Malta agents or something, then run in and shoot some head. Spend the next little while explaining to the kid that even he had to start out at the bottom and then introduce him to *insert beginning contact here*.

2. B: Shout some insults then take to the sky. Dodge as he shoots then start opening up with the heavy ordinance when the crowd disapates due to the gunfire.

3. C: Can't afford to pay for another door. -_-;;;

Main villain: Toy Dispenser

1. C: Rather lose the contract than risk losing his life and killing who-knows-how-many others.

2. C: Team up with the villain if the hero seems like a righteous [censored]. Team up with the hero if the villain seems like one of those crazy kill-em-all types.

3. A: .....[censored] Rikti. Great tech, bad people skills.

OOC: Muuuuch better folks. Thanks for being reasonable. And if you guys are ever worried that I'll get mad at you for doing something you're planning to do, just send me a PM or something.

BIC: The pretty blonde receptionist blinked up at Lazzarus for a moment before reaching into a drawer and pulling out a sheet of paper.

"Just fill out this form," she said as she handed Lazzarus a pen. "After you've filled out the neccessary information, just sign your name at the bottom and let me scan your ID into the database."

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"What the hell?" Fawkes cursed as the rags began working their way into his cockpit through the air vents. The seal between the cockpit pane and the chasis was air-tight, but the vents hidden on the outside of the skiff were vulnerable.

Fortunately for Fawkes, the sky skiffs were designed to work in hostile conditions, so a flick of a switch could cause the skiff to switch to its internal air supply, closing off the air vents and keeping most of the bizzare hero out.

Cursing all meta-humans as his skiff began shaking from repeated hits, Fawkes shot forward and executed several barrel rolls, trying to shake off the Lord of Rags since his weapons couldn't reach the hero where he was.

The raider that Bizzmereo blasted, not anticipating the electrical assault, jerked and twitched as the electricity crackled over his body and shorted out his jetpack. As the unconscious soldier tumbled down through one of the gaps in the floor, the other four members of his squad split up, each of them blasting off in one of the four cardinal directions before curving around and arching toward Bizzmereo. One raider flew underneath the platform that the hero was on and prepared to come up from behind him, the Captain drew his machete and came at Bizzmereo from above, and the other two Wing Raiders shot around to the sides and opened fire. They would stop shooting once the Captain got close enough to attack, as they didn't want to hit their ally.

In response to Ruladork's taunt, one of the Jet Bots leaped down from its perch and landed in front of the brute. The android attatched its flamethrower to its back with magnetic clamps and then crouched down into a fighting stance. It crooked one finger at Ruladork in an unmistakable "Bring it" gesture. The second Jet Bot left its partner to handle the Rularru and instead jumped down to land near to Vasquez.

The Jet Bot aimed, pulled the trigger, and with a loud whoosh the liquid fire from the flamethrower was being spewed at the mercenary.

"Stay clear of the gas!" the second Captain shouted as Experiment's spine cut through his arm and punched a hole in one of the wings of his jetpack. The officer wobbled in the air and grimaced in pain, but he still managed to stay afloat and even ripped off a burst of fire at the hero. It was inaccurate, to say the least, but the other four Wing Raiders took this as a cue to open fire with another barrage at the armored scrapper.

OOC: I think I got everyone. If I missed you, sorry. Also, Soviet, what do those toxin grenades do and how quickly do they spread?

OOC: Actual post will come tomorrow, I have stuff to read.

But Lazzarus, what you did is a big no no. This one is another my bad, since I haven't explained the rules as much as last time, mainly because I already explained them all back in the first thread.

If your guy isn't in the fight, he can't get in the fight unless I say so. This is due to the powerful shield that protects the crowd from anything coming out of the arena and also keeps things out. Consider the shield as powerful as the metal the arena is made of, as in it requires more force than any one can bring to bear to break it. It also blocks teleportation and that sort of stuff.

If you want to get into the fight after one has started, then you should talk with the gladiator receptionist near the front of the building. Everyone has to talk with him to get into a fight, I just had us all skip that process this time. So you just talk with him, you can have him say yes, then you go into the ready room and wait for me to post the announcer calling you out. The other side will get some reinforcements of their own, of course.

So that's how things work with that. But also, a golden rule: No one-shotting of anything.

I decide whether the NPCs live or die, you guys decide whether your guys live or die. I will try and keep things fair, you guys try and keep things fair. Capiche?