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Quickly wanting to turn the tide of evenly matched battle, he called to the two closest villain at his disposal, Flaming and Blind, and yelled, "You two! If you want to earn any spoils from this, we have to work together!" He threw up shields on the both of them to prove that he was sincere in his proposal and continued to order his bots to mercilessly pound Harry. As soon as he was done with him, he'd help his impromptu allies.
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He shouted to Jake "Well, I can't get money from the civilians anymore, so why the hell not!" He looked at Blind "So, which do you want, the guy with a wand, the guy with a staff or the guy with his fists. Oh, and there are some femme fetales inside." He turned to the hole he thought Soul Striker was in. "Actually, I've got Mr. Fancy Fists." He couldn't see that Soul wasn't actually in the hole.
(Um... Jake's a bad guy Prod... >.> Although, if that's what you meant in that post, forgive me. I'm a bit groggy.
Also, still waiting on the goddess and Harry... /e waiting)
((Eh, Blind doesn't know that. Jake's first act to Blind was generosity, and therefore...))
Flaming tunred his head and looked at Blind Messenger. "Wait....The hell are you doing? Look, if you don't want in then leave..." His hands suddenly caught in a blaze. "...But I can't have you hurting my only way to make a prophit out of this."
Something suddenly fell into one of Flaming's burning hands.
It looked like a silvery grenade. Strangely enough, his flames did nothing to even heat it.
There was a timer on it as well, which read...
2:23:04
Blind grinned, lowering his face. "Heh... 'Profit...' Is that all you're thinking about here?"
He turned, his skeletal face clouding in darkness, his eyes becoming tendrils of the stuff. "All you mortals think about is money... Fame... Sometimes, you even think about power... Hell, most of you think you HAVE power, just because you have super abilities..."
Tentacles rushed from a portal of darkness between the necromancer and Flaming, blocking his view. Blind then sunk into the ground through a gate of dark energy. Behind the earth and fire controlling human, Messenger appeared, dark blades jutting from his arms.
Like him? echoed in his head, I made him myself.
The copy attacked, blades of darkness striking forward to slash at Flaming Earth.
Flaming looked at the grenade in his hand, and thought about the creature behind him. He chuckled for a minute. "Heheh, think I have power?" He stuck his hands out to the side, dropping the grenade for a moment. " I KNOW I have power!" He superheated the air around him, creating an explosion around him and attempting to combust anything else around him.
(Doh...Double Post...)
The grin could almost be heard as Blind's voice spoke into Flaming's mind again. Do you really think I'm so unprepared for your attack?
The Messenger impostor exploded as the flames touched it, darkness and tendrils striking out, attempting to grip Flaming Earth in a tight, draining grasp.
From below him, rotted hands shot out of the ground, gripping at his boots. Aww, look at that... They want to play... Hehehehehe...
Meanwhile, Blind Messenger himself appeared next to the Goddess, smiling. "Hello, madam. How may I be of service to you, this fine day? Let me begin with my namesake- It appears that a friend of yours, a controller of fire and earth, has turned against you. I would like to take his place on your side, if I may?"
((Yeah, Blind is a complete dick, but what'cha gonna do, huh?))
"Oh this is not cool....." Flaming said to himself, the rotted hands slowly pulling him under. Only they weren't pulling him underground, this was some dark realm, one he hoped he would not have to visit any time soon. "Son of a *****! Get these things off of me!!!" He kicked and pulled, but it seemed with the help of the tendrils they had a near iron grip on him. But iron can melt! He concentrated hard to make his suit superheat the air around him again, only this time, he was much more focused; either this thing works, or he dies. A blaze erupted in a sort of bubble as the hands loosened their grip. Hah! Death warmed over. Now he was able to kick free of the arms, their rotted hands sinking back to wherever they came from. "Christ, it's just one bad occurence after another here ain't it...." He had forgotten about the silver grenade after all this. It still hadn't blown-up, even after all the rucus. After closer inspection he noticed a timer on it. His eyes widened at the site. Holy crap....This could do some damage. How many more of these are there? "Hey Jake! I think we may have a problem."
"What would that be?" He asked, gliding down and inspecting the device, all the while Harry still keeping his hands full with the bots. <A grenade? Looks to be a pretty potent one too...> "We'd be best to play this safe..." He said, putting the equivalent of a PFF on the grenade. (Note the 'Only Affecting Self' status effect.) <That should contain whatever comes out of it.> "Right. Okay then, now if you wouldn't mind, come up here and help me take care of these jokers." He said, gesturing to Blind and the Goddess. By this point, Harry had pretty much been beaten to a pulp. The bots tossed him aside and began to focus their attention on the necromancer.
(Sorry dude, I couldn't keep focusing on someone who wouldn't respond. >.<
"Right..." He said as he walked back in. He had forgotten all about Soul Striker at this point and nstead focused his attention on the Goddess. "Well, heheh, it looks like I don't work for you anymore." He shrugged and pointed his hand to the ground. "Haven't used this in a while." A few seeds fell. Suddenly, three abnormally large venus fly trap heads sprouted from the floor; roots pulled their monstrous forms up. The venus fly traps seemed to have a taste for flesh and they were mobile. "Those would be mine."
"Excellent work." Jake said, giving one of his rare complements. He had flown back up to the platform at this point and began to open fire upon the necromancer. The bots used the same tactic of burst damage and each charged up their lasers for a devastating blow. "You should have sided with me..." Jake said coldly as his bots opened fire on the necromancer.
The necromancer simply grinned as two undead Knights leaped from the ground, swords crossed. The bot fire hit the knights, burning their leathery armour, but they quickly recovered and ran at the drones, slicing rapidly and menacingly.
Blind, meanwhile, grinned. "Let's make sure you don't tire too quickly, huh?" He raised his hand yellow and purple orbs of light spinning around it... Before flying at Jake with immense speed. "Feel the force of my Soul Storm, mortal!"
The Grenade Flaming had dropped earlier now read as...
1:56:03
Jake sighed. "What don't people get about my shield deflecting all forms of energy?" He said as the attack glanced off his shield. "Albeit someone may overwhelm the shield, but that someone's not going to be an underwhelming zombie such as yourself." He finished, grinning. The bots being made of, of course, metal, simply took the hits, it only generating a few sparks and a small knick in the armor. Now within melee range, all his battle drones slammed their weighted arm into the faces of the Grave Knights while his Protector Bots and Assault Bot charged up for a second fire.
(*coughbumpcough*)
The Knights took the hits like nothing, their crumbling faces flashing identical grins...
...Before jamming their criss-crossing blades forward at the lenses of the small bots aggressively. Blind, meanwhile, glared at the other bots as the soul energy returned to him.
"Well, that isn't very nice, threatening me like that..." he muttered, his hand thrusting forward.
A large spot of darkness expanded over the Assault and Protector bots' area, encompassing them in bubbling dark energy. Following that, tentacles ripped from the ground and surrounded them, whipping and grasping at them.
Which would give enough time for Blind to slip into shadows, disappearing from view.
*waiting for OP so I can go.*
(Aren't we all?)
"Well well, that's not good for me at all, is it?" Jake said as the bots got emcompassed in darkness, forcefield and all. Sighing, Jake checked his watch, thinking that the backup from Arachnos should have already arrived.
Isn't irony a grand thing?
At that moment, several dozen Tarantula Mistresses and Crab Spiders stormed into the building, focusing their attention on all targets Jake deemed hostile. The flier on which they had rode over on, flew back toward the nearest base of operations of Arachnos to pick up a second assault. Arachnos would continue to pump forces into this building until the battle was won.
But as for the present situation with Jake...
The Grave Knights, despite their pinpoint precision, missed their target entirely, their thrust being shoved aside by some outer force. The forcefield around the bots, while being penetrated, had adjusted the course of the blade. The bots quickly hopped back and fired their lasers at the Knights, hitting them straight in the eye... er, or the place where their eye should've been... The robots never missed, even with the shield refracting their concentrated beam of light. They accounted for the refraction of their beams and adjusted their shot accordingly.
As for the trapped Protector and Assault bots; Jake couldn't have that, now could he? Using what little knowledge he had of the arcane, he discerned that the darkness was made up of negative energy, and how do you get rid of a negative?
You dispell it with a positive.
So with that, Jake ordered his bots to unleash a pulse of positively charged particles every second until the darkness surrounding them was gone. This was easily done, especially considering that that was the primary concept that his shields were based off of.
(I'm taking the negative energy at face value and saying that it's negatively charged. If it's not, well, I guess Jake's screwed... >.>
The Knights flew backward, tables and chairs covering them in destroyed furniture. One knight disappeared in a puff of darkness, leaving his twisted blade behind. The other stood, picking up the second blade, and smiling. Darkness covered his fists, climbing up the blades, and they started attaching to each other.
They shifted into what seemed to be a giant blade of darkness, similar to that of a certain Final Fantasy character's sword, and the knight dashed at the closest battle drone, slamming the thing downward with all the force his darkness-powered body could muster.
The energy surrounding the other bots, however, was slowly being cut down blast by blast, the tentacles retracting, gripping, and getting burned. Some pulled back, giving the bots some eye-room at the knight, but the things were persistent...
...Which gave the Dark Servant enough time to materialize behind Jake, tendrils slamming into the sides of the field. They weren't pushed off... Entirely. Well, they would have been, but they weren't exactly ATTACKING the thing... They were pushing and drilling INTO it.
"j0 nub, how g03z it?"
"Like him?" came from behind the Servant, Messenger materializing behind it. "I don't find his humor funny, but he can be useful sometimes... Oh, right--" A ghostly spectre emerged from the ground, grinning. It was the spitting image of the knight previously destroyed. "...He wanted to say hi again."
Black and green energies began pounding at Jake's field from range, attempting to wear it down even more.
"j0 nub, h0w g03z 1t? What the hell is he saying?" Jake asked out loud, momentarily forgetting the fight. Shaking his head as if to free himself from distracting thoughts, he faced his head upward to meet the eyes... well, eye sockets, of Blind Messenger. He simply grinned, and then acted.
It all seemed to happen within seconds. Jake had, in a flurry of motion, turned off his shield, rocketed back, sending flames rocketing toward Blind and his s3rv4nt. After doing this, he pulled out what appeared to be a laser gun from under a flap in his trenchcoat, firing almost simealtaniously a 'Pulse Rifle Burst' and a 'Photon Grenade' straight at Blind Messenger. If Jake had learned one thing over the course of his villainy, it was that they element of surprise was one of the best things anyone could have in a combat situation, and he was fairly certain Blind didn't expect him to leave his safe bubble so suddenly and voluntarily.
As for the bots, the proton field seemed to fail for the most part, only freeing up the trapped robots partially. The battle drones continued to fire upon the Grave Knight, not seeming to care that he was now armed with two dark-blades-of-doooooom. As for the Protector and Assault Bots, well, they had just dissapeared it seemed. Of course there was the tell-tale sign of teleportation given the sound of collapsing air, but that was important to Jake right now. What was important was that he now had Blind where he wanted him. Blind now being dissoriented thanks to the Photon Grenade and hopefully damaged slightly by the Pulse Burst, was now even deeper in the hole with the appearance of three robots within five feet of his face, each charging up their respective weapons with enough force to decimate at least half the mansion. Jake grinned, and simply said, "Fire..."
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As he looked up he had an idea. His right hand was pointed above him, towards Soul, and his left was pointed to the ground behind him.
A gass shot of out of his right in an arc motion and a column of roots rose as a sort shield, but it was slanted, seemingly to where his left hand was pointing. The other shot flames a stream of flames att the ground, making a fairly deep hole. If he plotted this right, Soul would slide right into the hole and out of his way.
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Soul Striker took note of the hole right beneath him, he tried to move through the air, towards the side, but it was not enough, and he found himself hanging off the edge of the whole into the darkness, he looked around, and hoped no one would notice him as he climbed up, and possibly took a break to recalibrate his systems for the next fight...