Dead or Alive - The Road Less Travelled
[Toggle Names]Description: While other nations have taken a more clandestine approach to the political stability surrounding the tournament, Zepp's efforts have been considerably more forthright. After seizing abandoned DOATEC assets from rebel militants in India, Zepp has not responded kindly to the sudden appearance of a huge flying fortress over the ocean. The security sanctions it imposes make it very hard for unauthorized personnel to sneak in. Unauthorized people like Lyraelle. She's finally pinned the tracking mark to its final resting place: the ominous Fatal Core. Of course, she'll have to get through the flying security blockade first, composed mostly of a man the size of a wall. And the war the muscle wall is currently having with Ultratech's security detail, a man who is apparently made entirely of plasma and witty comebacks. And she has to do it at a screaming 193 km/h. On stolen Ultratech hypercycles. On a road made entirely of forcefields. No problem.
[LYRAELLE]
The DOATEC Fatal Core battlestation looms like a leviathan in the Indian Ocean, a steel citadel equipped with cutting edge technology. Spiked rings churn around the amphibious airship as the engines that power the metal behemoth's locomotion turn the sea to steam beneath them. A literal flying fortress that one would call 'futuristic' if the bastion's very existence didn't proclaim that the future is now.
From the moment she laid eyes on it, Lyraelle Darkheart hasn't been able to feel anything but jealous.
Not that the celebrity succubus influencer slash entrepreneur slash self-proclaimed monarch is to be seen anywhere near the DOATEC megastructure. Nor would she be caught trespassing on the property of the beheaded corporate giant. According to her Hitter, she's enjoying some alone time in an unnamed location in the heart of the subcontinent after her elimination from the Dead or Alive tournament, but she'll be back to the fight life with fresh content soon, minions <3
She also wouldn't stoop to stealing a hypercycle while dressed in a sleek black Ultratech jumpsuit and taking it for a joyride through the network of neon forcefields in an attempt to bypass the battlestation's security (and a blockade by some belligerent force she can only assume to be the Indian authorities). No, that would be her cousin, Roisin, and Lyraelle deffo has no idea what her cousin is up to or why.
Good luck to anyone trying to prove otherwise.
The green-eyed redhead hasn't kicked things into gear just yet, mind - she's just now straddled the futuristic (or 'modern,' as it were) hypercycle that's parked on one of the onramps to the neon Road and begun to execute the activation process after observing other Ultratech security using identical contraptions over the course of the last few minutes. As the vehicle hums to life, a pair of security personnel en route to intercept an intruder reported nearby mount hypercycles adjacent to her.
One stops and snaps his attention toward her.
"HEY, YOU!"
'Roisin' looks up from the hypercycle's readout with a start as the other member of the pair takes off.
"Where's your helmet?!"
"Oh, my bad! Can I borrow yours?" Roisin asks, fluttering her eyelashes.
"What?!"
The redhead suddenly grabs the guard by the collar and snaps a headbutt into the man's helmet. Surprisingly, the helmet loses.
"Oh, nevermind," Roisin remarks as the guard slumps to the ground, leaving the helmet in her hand, "Looks like it's cracked."
The helmet hurtles into the ocean below, its cracked visor gleaming like a spiderweb as the hypercycle takes off down the track.
[POTEMKIN]
The rise of the Fatal Core and the technology needed to be able to power such a behemoth has caught the world with its proverbial pants down and tilted the balance of power far and away from the hands of those who have so desperately attempted to cling to it in these unsettling and trying times. With some wringing their hands, others engaging in back room deals and others in various debates in various political arenas, any sort of unified stand seems to be lacking on this matter. The Armed Republic of Zepp, on the other hand, has decided to take a form of action. Action that is more of a statement of intent and disapproval more then anything because for all of their advancements in chi-tek and presence upon the global chessboard..Zepp cannot maintain an independent security blockade of sea and air on its own for eternity. But it is attempting something.
That something provides Lyraelle quite the view as she speeds overhead along the roads high above the surface of the ocean. Several Zepp carriers and battleship escorts can be seen below as she rockets ahead on her hyper cycle. Some smoldering with billowing flames and towering plumes of black smoke from recent damage taken upon them by DOATEC in response to this insult. It's quite the sight..but up ahead something more seems to be under way.
A aerial explosion and a billowing shockwave blossoms to life just ahead and slightly above the network of criss crossing and twisting roads leading to the floating fortress. Out of the blast emerges a true gargantua, clothed in the regalia of Zepp, built like an entire battalion of soldiers rolled into one being. A large winged experimental flight suit with a broad wing span emerges through the blast just under and behind the giant, catching up just in time fo rhis descent to impact the top of it, enabling the behemoth ride atop and race just above the procedural generated roads.
"Potemkin reporting in. Minimum damage sustained. Vajra is operating at ninety-eight percent. I will continue to draw this security threat away from the fleet. Continue falling back and regrouping.." rumbles the giants deep voice into the depths of his helm.
The huge man rushes through another rising plume of smoke and then turns, circling overhead in search of his quarry through the vision clouding smoke and flame..and then he espie Lyraelle's approach. "Hmmm..It seems we have a third party approaching.. Moving to intercept.."
[CINDER]
The main arbiter of the pluming flames rising from a few ships in the Zepp navy was Cinder, the burning man. As one of DOATEC's most renowned and infamous operatives. In a way, he was a real chaotic element in this conflict. DOATEC would never trust him to handle more covert or social operations, but he was just perfect for a time like this.
Cinder had just thrown a poor Zepp sailor overboard with his flaming claw, leaving nasty scorchmarks on the man's throat. Turning around, the operative hears then sees the explosion initiated by Potemkin- And even from this far away, could make out the silhouette of the huge man. Ben, as is is real name, idly blocks some bullets with ignited palm- Not even paying attention to the terrified, yet brave man of Zepp that was pointing the gun at him.
"That looks more interesting!"
He shouts, before surging upward in a streak of fire. "I'll come back to play battleship later!" He assures the Sailors while beginning his flight to the roads. His eyes were set on a random Hyper-cycling fellow member of DOATEC. "Better get off of that thing, it's mine now!" Cinder yells, barely giving the woman time to jump off as he takes over the vehicle, leaving her stranded as he, with newfound speed, surges for Potemkin- And Lyraelle by proxy, over the generated paths!
COMBATSYS: Potemkin has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Potemkin boards an Ultratech Hypercycle.
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COMBATSYS: Lyraelle has joined the fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Lyraelle boards an Ultratech Hypercycle.
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Potemkin [E] 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 [E] Lyraelle
COMBATSYS: Cinder has joined the fight here on the top side.
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Potemkin [E] 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 [E] Lyraelle
COMBATSYS: Cinder boards an Ultratech Hypercycle.
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Potemkin [E] 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 [E] Lyraelle
[LYRAELLE]
The scarlet tresses of Roisin Darkheart flutter freely in the ocean breeze behind her as her maiden motorcycle voyage begins with a fury.
"God, this is hilarious! I don't even have a driver's license in real life," she announces to the approximately zero people who can hear her over the sound of her own hypercycle and the rush of wind around her. Then, in a more quiet shout to herself: "Why is it that I can never turn the best stuff into content? This would totally blow up on my channel."
Fortunately, in spite of her lack of driving experience, the rambunctious redhead is at least possessed of sufficient natural poise, sharp enough reflexes, and adequate experience in arcades to overcome the expected degree of #firsttimeriding woes, though it does mean that rather than risk any sharp turns on her course, she takes a potentially longer route toward the battlestation.
"Maybe I can make a deal with these nerds once my business here is done to let me borrow one to film a test drive," she's in the middle of musing when the sudden appearance of Potemkin ahead in her path demands a sudden deceleration and skillful about-face - neither of which the scarlet-haired shapeshifter possesses the prerequisite experience to execute cleanly on the first try.
"FuuUU -"
Instead, the red-haired rider ends up pulling the hypercycle into a sidelong slide along the solid energy field, sending up neon sparks as the vehicle skids to a stop. Roisin grimaces as she rolls over, revealing a long gash rent in her jumpsuit down the side of her hip. Fortunately for her, the skin beneath is tough enough to remain unmarred, though there's no time to linger on the subject - her green eyes snap up to the massive figure approaching as she catches her breath, before her ears twitch at the sound of a hypercycle approaching from behind. She bends her head back to look upside-down at what's coming -
Only to spot a molten man riding the future-tech vehicle toward her.
"Fuck."
A split-second passes.
"Why didn't I bring a damn webcam?"
[POTEMKIN]
A thunderous roar of engines, the sound of complex machinary working and the explosive discharge of a chi-tek shell and Potemkin has launched from the Vajra, which itself banks away as the giant plummets towards a massive moving quad-wheeled hypercycle currently manned by a pair of DOATEC security officers.
His impact sends a shockwave rippling up and down the translucent forcefield roads and causes the men to go spiraling off of the bike as Potemkin himself crouches upon it and rides it like a motorized skateboard, displaying surprising agility and control despite the vast proportions and sheer monstrous physique of the man. For their part, the men go tumbling backwards down the road but don't go flying off into the ocean far below at least. Doesn't mean there aren't battered and broken bones though.
The 'Colosson' Hyperquad swerves to the left and to the right until Potemkin manages to actually gain enough control over it to begin to direct it more steadily down the road towards Lyraelle as she brings her bike to a sudden stop.
His glance flickers over towards the approaching Cinder though. "Hmmm...I have gotten his attention. Continue to pull your forces back and regroup. You ar no match for him!"
To Lyraelle he then thunders, "This airspace is being blockaded by commando of the Zepp Republic. Whatever you are planning I suggest you turn back before their elite security officer arrives!" His gaze flickers back over the controls of the quad as he speaks and though this is not his normal means of travel or combat, he's trained and experienced enough to identify armaments when he sees them. "Hm...fire against fire.. This is probably a bad idea.." he rumbles whlie spinning the quad around to face the approaching Cinder and then pulling the trigger.
An explosive burst of energy erupts out from Colosson, blasting down towards the approacing Cinder in a warning shot.
COMBATSYS: Potemkin successfully hits Cinder with Burnout.
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Potemkin [E] 0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0 [E] Lyraelle
[CINDER]
"Hoh, Pretty!"
Cinder comments as he zooms past Lyraelle, though he is currently not aware that she is not, in fact a DOATEC unit. His flaming gaze fast shifts to the huge man, as he makes a 180 degree turn to face Cinder. "Oh- Crap!" he yells, trying to shield himself from the explosive gout of energy. Potemkin was not entirely incorrect in his assumption about it's effectivity, though the sheer concussive force of the blast itself still slams against the burning man's shoulder, pushing it back as his reign over the hyperbike briefly slips: Making Cinder veer right suddenly, almost causing him to launch of the roads!
Though, thankfully, Ben would not have to abandon "Photura", as he quickly twists his bike to ride on the road lengthwise again. "You- You... Bah, I'm going to have to come up with a good name for you..." He ponders, speaking about Potemkin, all the while releasing one of his hands, palm facing the Zepp giant.
"Lets HEAT things up!"
Oh god, he's one of -those-.
Following the horrid barely-a-joke pun, a superheated beam of plasma and fire surges forth, threathening to sear through Potemkin's armor and skin. "You and your Zepp buddies better back off... Or don't! That'd be more fun for me!"
[LYRAELLE]
It's safe to say that, flanked by a pair of high-tech henchmen of the opposing forces, things were starting to look a bit dicey. Lyraelle had actually had a momentary inkling that this entire espionage escapade had been one of her more poorly-conceived plans. Still better-conceived than the average villainous visionary's plans, mind, but there was never any -need- to take such a risky course.
On the other hand, global domination was never a game for casuals.
It turns out that Potemkin, at least, doesn't seem to intend any harm for her, instead delivering a warning about the imminent arrival of Zepp Republic's elite agent.
"Gee, thanks, chief."
Roisin pushes the hypercycle off and hops up to her feet, snapping a salute just in time to have a blast of surprisingly warm air hit her as Cinder flies past.
'Hoh, Pretty!'
"What'd you call me?" Roisin shouts after the fiery agent, before smiling abruptly. "Aw, thanks, hot stuff!"
Of course, the emotional payoff of being complimented on a disguise is slightly tainted - moreso when the remark seems to come from a sentient fireball - but an ego as vast as the Demon Queen's never turns down nourishment. She kicks the hoverbike back up to a standing position as she straddles it once more with a squeak of synthetic leather substitute against synthetic leather substitute, resting her chin on one hand thoughtfully for a moment as the seeming fellow interloper engages the fiery defender. The sensible thing to do would probably be to take her hypercycle and be on her way.
On the other hand, injecting a little more chaos into the mix would be much more fun, and definitely more Roisin's style - and Lyraelle prides herself on her roleplaying ability.
"Beep, beep, big guy! Comin' through!"
Roisin's declaration bellows over the sound of her 'Intima' bike buzzing back to action as she rides it right up the path toward Potemkin before hitting a booster that launches the bike into the air over the Zepp combatant's head. As the vehicle flies, Roisin swings her legs up and spins around in her seat, eyes flashing as they ignite - before a pair of baleful burning green beams fire toward the Colosson, aiming to rake across both vehicle and rider with a sweeping arc then blaze across the track ahead of him, potentially severing the platform at least for a precarious moment with a clash of neon and viridian energy!
COMBATSYS: Potemkin blocks Cinder's Inferno.
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Potemkin [E] 0/-------/---====|=------\-------\0 [E] Lyraelle
COMBATSYS: Lyraelle successfully hits Potemkin with Balefire Gaze.
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Potemkin [E] 0/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 [E] Lyraelle
[POTEMKIN]
The irony being that the armor, such as it is, is mostly for show and the man beneath far more durable then the exterior uniform he wears. Most presume the behemoth to be wearing literal armor after all. He's just too gigantic for them to assume that he's actually flesh and blood and the helm doesn't help matters but either way - when the blast from Cinder arrives it meets Potemkin's outstretched hand as he raises it, palm facing the approaching blast of energy, and then an explosion flowering to life around the giant as he catches the blast and sends its energy blasting out in every direction around him. Despite disrupting most of the blast, some does manage to get through and scorch him slightly but the Zepp Elite Soldier weathers that with barely a blink and uses his other hand to steady the Hypersquad.
Unfortunantely the attack has the effect of leaving him less prepared for the assault of Roisin. He turns his attention towards her far to late as she stunts her hyper cycle into action and arcs over his head only for his torso to take the full bront of her baleful assault as it rips across body and hyperquad sending sparks a flyin' ine process.
"Harrngh!" rumbles the giant, attention more focused on this unexpected threat then the incoming CInder. A burst of movement sends Colosson racing forward after her as she lands, gaining speed and then - launch.. Potemkin banks it and suddenly springs - leaping upwards with supernaturally powerful legs that send the Hyperquad reeling from his lift off. A blast of a chi-shell from his gauntlets increases his momentum and arcing movement and then sends him descending down towards her with a massive fist blurring down at her like an industrial piston.
[CINDER]
"Huh! You're kinda strong, lady. Looking for a promotion? I could put in a good word!"
Cinder shouts, still oblivious to the fact that Lyraelle is a third party. It doesn't seem like he's the brightest... Metaphorically, of course! That does however mean that Potemkin is stuck in a bit of an unfair situation, as the burning man whizzes past Potemkin right as he lands to slam his fists down on Roisin, letting go with one hand to smash his plasma-engulfed fist toward the the huge man's torso!
Whatever the result of his initiation, he would drive past and turn around, briefly pausing his momentum as he looks toward Potemkin, leaning on his hand. "Hmmm.. Tony Stark? Iron-man? No... He's not wearing a mech suit.. Big metal arms.. Top heavy.." Seemingly identfying the soldier op Zepp's traits, he continues the endavour to come up with a appropriate nickname. "He's got a pretty small head.. 'Steroids'? Nah, too obvious.."
COMBATSYS: Potemkin successfully hits Lyraelle with Mega Fist Shift.
- Power hit! -
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[LYRAELLE]
A self-satisfied smirk crosses Roisin's face as the high-flying laser stunt show results in a direct hit on the complete stranger with whom she has no outstanding grievances. She's still facing backward on the bike and leaning against the handlebars as she calls out to Potemkin.
"Sorry, big boy - just doin' my job!"
The exuberant apology is accompanied by a combination wink, salute, and protrusion of her pink tongue that threaten to seriously undermine her sincerity. Unfortunately, what the Black Widow cosplayer had failed to account for in her assumption that she was free from reprisal was the giant armor suit's capacity for self-propulsion. As it bears down on her, the smirk rapidly fades beneath Potemkin's shadow.
"Oh, shit."
Turning back around on her seat, she tries to accelerate faster along the track, but apparently twists the wrong handle somewhere along the line - the bike sends up sparks as it brakes instead of speeding up for a moment. It's just enough time that, even though she manages to resume acceleration, Potemkin's descending fist slams into her - smashing cycle and rider through the energy track as it overloads and shorts out beneath her. The descent into the ocean seems inevitable as the hypercycle's wheels spin in wild frictionless liberty. Roisin shakes off the grimace from the impact, eyes blinking and narrowing as she tightens the grip of her thighs around her plummeting steed.
"Touchy," she remarks as she winds her arm back with a creak of both jumpsuit and recently-battered sinew. A green cord of flame ignites to life in her grip before she whips it upward toward the track ahead, the energy rope coiling around the trap in a cavalcade of questions for physicists and metaphysicists to come. The resulting lash swings cycle and rider forward in a pendulum motion, defying gravity to launch Roisin forward with the momentum. Releasing the cord to dissipate once more into smoke, she swings her hips to force the hypercycle round to face toward Potemkin again as it lands upright on the track before rolling to a stop.
Roisin pulls off one of her driving gloves and scowls.
"Ugh. Fucker!"
She snaps the glove back on and revs the hypercycle's engines.
"You made me chip a nail!"
The impact probably did a lot worse than that, though a sight less than one would expect from such punishment to the human form - but regardless, anger seems to overtake the redhead as she leans forward behind the hypercycle's visor and guns it - causing the vehicle to crackle with blue lightning as it streaks toward Potemkin at ludicrous speed. An armored casing covers the visor and front of the cycle as a blue booster fires from the back of the hypercycle as it aims to take the Colosson out from beneath the colossus of Zepp!
COMBATSYS: Potemkin dodges Cinder's Strong Punch.
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Potemkin [E] 1/------=/=======|=------\-------\0 [E] Lyraelle
COMBATSYS: Lyraelle successfully hits Potemkin with Faster Than My Angel.
! VENGEANCE !
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[POTEMKIN]
"Hn. Why do people always think I'm some robot or in a suit of armor.."
Potemkin's complaints come alongside his own brand of derring-do. He twists, rebounding from the force of his own Mega Fist, and rides the recoil of the pushback of his assault on Roisin back up and then down again as the Hyperquad he's taken possession off is knocked skywards from the rippling destruction caused by the shattering of the road. Colosson launches forward, leaping uncontrollably over the chasm within the forcefield generated highway and Potemkin lands atop it and seizes the reigns once again just as it touches down upon the fields with a flash of energy around its wheels.
Cinder lunges in at this point but Potemkin is still struggling with control and the Hyperquad wheels around wildly, chaotic and unpredictable - granting him speed and spontaneity usually far out of his wheelhouse and allowing Cinder's strike to go whiffing past him, trailing plamsa in its wake.
"My head is no smaller then yours." he rumbles, chagrined, only to turn just in time to see Roison barelling down on him. His hand stretches out, massive palms splayed out towards her icoming hyperquad and then -- *KATHOOOM*.
The full force of her impact goes shuddering violently into the outstretched arm and then back into the giant and then down into the quad and The Road beneath. ANother shockwave blasts out as the road cracks again but sustains them all this time as the force of the blow was absorbed by the giants arm and tremendous mass. His uniform shreds from enlarging muscles as hs strength surges to hold the hypercycle in place. Heat of his own rises up, burning into a rising column of pure chi which suddenly blasts out around him in a column of energy in an attempt to dislodge Roison and blast her and her cycle backwards!
[CINDER]
"Bah! I'll figure it out later!" Cinder comments. "And wait, you're not?! Damn! What have they been feeding you?!" He quips, stepping on the gas (or whatever these things use to drive!) He was watching the escapades, Lyraelle's acrobatic save in particular was quite the sight- Provoking a long, appreciating whistle from Cinder.
"Your head -is- smaller in relation to your body!"
He takes a left, to take a road that had recently generated, going upward. "Look behind you!" He shouts... And the soldier would find a orb of fire attached to his back. When did Cinder get that there?! The orb begins to glow, and expand- About to explode!
COMBATSYS: Lyraelle blocks Potemkin's Trishula.
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[LYRAELLE]
The wheels of Roisin's hypercycle protest with sparks and smoke against the Road as Potemkin pushes back in a Newtonian showdown. Surprisingly, the vehicle seems to hold up relatively well in spite of the collision - just another highlight of 'the-future-is-now' technology on display.
"Ah, crap," Roisin grunts out as she senses the rise of the energy from the juggernaut and hunkers down further behind the protective screen of the bike. Moments later, the explosive energy washes over the vehicle, sending it hurtling in the opposite direction, wreathed in smoke. The back of Roisin's jumpsuit is left smouldering in the aftermath as she manages to pull the hypercycle back into orientation toward Potemkin. Lifting her head up, she looks up toward the giant, resting an elbow on the handlebars and propping up her chin with a sigh.
"I didn't realise this was one of those tricky optional boss fights. I should probably just excuse myself."
She straightens up and grips the handles once more as she drives forward again, opening the throttle (or equivalent) fully and aiming the bike to steer past the titan's legs.
As she approaches, though, she hops up onto the handlebars with her boots before launching off toward Potemkin - "Let's see!" - aiming to land on the giant's shoulders and wrap her legs around the subject of conversation - "Seems just right to me~" - before swivelling her hips and whipping them around with supernatural strength in an attempt to dislodge him from his quad and slam him into (and potentially through) the Road!
COMBATSYS: Potemkin blocks Cinder's Pyrotechnics.
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COMBATSYS: Potemkin dodges Lyraelle's Strong Throw.
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Potemkin [E] 1/----===/=======|===----\-------\0 [E] Lyraelle
[POTEMKIN]
THe timing of this is becoming increasingly difficult. It's also difficult to ascertain just who is the biggest threat now. This 'Roison' is no mere security agent, geing able to keep up as she is with the efforts of Cinder and Potemkin but at the same time Cinder's range and assault on the Zepp blockade ships is not something to simply be left alone to do as he sees fit.
And of course, his jokes and quips aren't helping matters..causing Potemkin to grunt with internal aches and pains and rising annoyance.
"WHy did they have to hire a specialist who talks so much.." he grumbles while accelerating ..only for Cinder's well timed warning shout to cause Potemkin to blink and then flail a huge arm behind himself to try and reach for the orb. The joke about bodybuilders not being able to reach the middle of their backs would seem appropriate here but it helps that Potemkin's arms are -extremely- massive relevative to his own extremely massive torso. The expanded size grants some additional reach and he manages to flick at the orb, knocking it away from him -just- as it explodes. The energy washes over his massive frame, burning at ihe exposed flesh of his arm and parts of his torso from where his pressure suit was damaged..but it leaves surprisingly little visible damage. The brute truly a fortress.
The added force of the blast has additional benfeits however. As Roison lands upon the giant the explosion detonates and the Colosson swerves, violently spinning for a moment with all the grace of an out of control Mario Kart. THe result is a lack of purchase as Roison must now contend with tumbling back and away from the giant towards her own bike if she can manage it and Potemkin - mercifully - does not end up shattering the road they're on.
"I'm afraid I don't have time to play any longer, little girl.."
Seizing control once again he revs the hyperquad up and then raises both massive arms - his gauntlets unfurling to reveal their inner mecanics and the massive inverted cannon like structure upon it. A loud *BOOOM* resounds as they fire, discharging a blast of chi and fire that explodes into the road and also has enough force to actually launch the giant towards the road above and Cinder's position.
Potemkin brings one arm down and with the other fires another blast, increasing his speed and altittude. The colossus and Colosson now hurtling like a comet towards Cinder's position.
COMBATSYS: Potemkin successfully hits Cinder with Rode Hard...
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[CINDER]
"Woh- You're a freakin' tank, Zeppelin!"
Is that really the best name Ben could have come up with?
Nontheless, he seems surprised when the huge man shrugged off his trap with both his skill and brawn. Though, he keeps driving Photura on the upward-going road, seemingly intent on creating distance. Enjoying the feeling of the wind going through his... flames. He should be far enough away now right? He turned his burning head back, and..
*WHAM*
Seemingly, the sound of the wind had limited Cinder's ability to properly hear the pair of explosions signaling Potemkin's launch- Causing the giant and his appropriately sized bike to crash painfully against his. It goes so far as that Cinder jolts to the side as his head reels, hanging off one end of the bike- Shoulder scraping over the road. To top off this fun set of circumstances, it seems that the crash had caused Photura's narrow wheel to get stuck behind one of Colosson's giant four wheels. "A-Are you kidding me, Zeppelin?!"
Ben straightens himself on the vehicle, sparks flying off the road due to the misplaced hyperbikes scraping across. From this very awkward position, the burning man attempts to throw a flaming-hot foot into the giant's helmet!
[LYRAELLE]
"Whoa, now!"
The mustang might of Potemkin proves more than 'Roisin' was expecting when the chaotic spinning of the Colosson is factored in, resulting in the female fighter being flung free from the Zepp warrior's shoulders in less than eight seconds; a disappointing result for the aspiring rodeo queen after her past performances in bull wrangling events, to be sure. A tumble along the neon track wreaks more havoc on the redhead's synthetic jumpsuit, stretching the tears along the side and back with the impact and exposing more flesh. She rolls up to her feet and has just enough time to steady herself and glare up the track at the retreating interlocked riders before she snaps a hand out to grab the Intima by a handle as it shoots past.
"Alright, let's see if this thing has some more buttons to press!" Roisin shouts to herself as she pulls herself back onto the saddle and examines the interface before her, eyes shifting thoughtfully with a few 'hmms.' "Oh, let's try this one!"
Fingers finding what appear to be trigger buttons along the grips of her handles, she gives both a solid squeeze - unleashing a volley of energized projectiles from twin guns nestled sleekly along the sides of her bike's frame.
"Awesome!"
Leaning to one side, then the other, she continues firing while attempting to direct the Intima's fire into the Colosson - and then the Photura for good measure, because what better time for an inevitable betrayal?
COMBATSYS: Potemkin dodges Cinder's Light Kick.
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Potemkin [E] 1/------=/=======|=====--\-------\0 [E] Lyraelle
COMBATSYS: Lyraelle successfully hits Potemkin with Burnout.
Glancing Blow
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Potemkin [E] 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\1 [E] Lyraelle
[POTEMKIN]
"Zepp! Not Zeppelin!" declares Potemkin with frustration boiling over to a rising surge of anger at the quippy Cinder. "Potemkin! My name is Potemkin!"
Really, there are more important things to be concerned about right now other then getting those matters corrected but Cinder just seems to bring ths out of the giant fortress of a man. But he does manage to refocus his attention on the absurdity of their situation as their two locked hyper-cycles go spinning wildly down the blessedly broad road beneath them. He leans back, planting a huge foot against Cinder's cycle to prepare to try and shove backwards but in the process is forced to duck forward as Cinder's flaming kick goes awry and trails plasma energy across the giants torso in the wake of its passage.
"Enough of this..you wlll surre--"
Roison's attack lands home, exploding around the goliath, Cinder and both of their now damaged cycles with an eruption of energy and Road sundering force. Potemkin rocks violently from the attack but seems to weather it though the damages on his gauntlets and his uniform are quite visible as chips of metal and chi-tek shells are blown away.
Grunting he reaches down, digging his monstrous fingers into the side of Cinder's hypercycle with a groan of metal and then he heaves - his vast strength surging to higher heights without his pressure suit to easily control it and his gesture intending to not only dislodge the cycle but send it and Cinder hurtling away from him and down towards Roison!
COMBATSYS: Cinder blocks Lyraelle's Burnout.
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Potemkin [E] 1/---====/=======|=======\==-----\1 [E] Lyraelle
COMBATSYS: Cinder dodges Potemkin's Fling.
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Potemkin [E] 1/---====/=======|=======\==-----\1 [E] Lyraelle
[CINDER]
"What the?!"
Roisin's barrage comes soaring in from the side, Ben only barely managing to stretch out his palm: The flames covering it expanding and shaping themselves into a dome-like barrier, to incinerate the projectiles before they could make full contact. "Hey now, that's not fair- Who the heck are you, anyways?!" He finally questions, just to see Potemkin's monstrous fingers grasping Photura-
"Woh- Time to hotfoot it out of here!"
He puns, while acclerating his hyper bike as fast as it can go. And luckily for him, that act resulted in his bike's wheel wrenching loose from Potemkin's Colloson. He veered toward the left sharply, driving off the elevated road with Photura boosting him forward through the air, straight toward the third party! His flamed hand reaches out to try and grip her head, to slam it downward and into the front of her own hyperbike!
COMBATSYS: Cinder successfully hits Lyraelle with Quick Throw.
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Potemkin [E] 1/---====/=======|=======\======-\1 [E] Lyraelle
[LYRAELLE]
The Intima's volley is cut short as Potemkin and Cinder disengage and Roisin loses her bead on the opposition, accelerating down the track and taking a detour to try and bring herself parallel to the pair on a separate track - only to have Cinder veer across to join her.
"Hey, what's a little fire between friends -"
Though she tries to duck it, the burning hand catches her head and slams it into the windshield at the front of her bike, causing the scarlet-haired interloper to cry out in pain as a gash forms across her eye socket from the impact, narrowly avoiding a presumable permanent blinding.
"Freaking!! --"
Pulling herself free from the other hot-bodied hellion, she metaphorically floors the gas on her hypercycle, pulling ahead while she clutches her eye and growls with recuperative rancor.
"You wanna know who I am, hot stuff?" she shouts over her shoulder at Cinder as the burnt gap at the back of her jumpsuit stretches and splits from collar to tail, revealing a black leather-like bandeau beneath. "Fine! Let's get to know each other!"
With that, she suddenly launches herself off of the Intima, and as she does, a pair of black wings sprout from the pale skin between her shoulder blades, blossoming nigh-instantaneously into a murky screen blotting out the road ahead. With their opening, the wings arrest her forward momentum, using the change in relative speed to effectively send her flying rapidly backside-first toward Cinder! As she flies, a discharge of blue lightning crackles through her, causing what's left of the jumpsuit to ignite and flake away to reveal tattooed arms crossed with Celtic knotwork and a pair of high-cut, shapely black shorts now presenting themselves as an imminent obstacle to their owner's opponent!
Whether the impact would be enough to dislodge the fiery fighter from the Photura, her intent would be to pin him down beneath her - as much as anyone can pin down a bonfire - as a spaded black tail would sprout with the same speed as her wings moments before to try and wrap around whatever part of Cinder it can in a reckless attempt to tap into the fiery power and borrow it for its mistress!
COMBATSYS: Lyraelle issues a challenge!!
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Potemkin [E] 1/---====/=======|=======\======-\1 [E] Lyraelle
[POTEMKIN]
"My offensive options are limited due to the nature of this conflict.." grumbles Potemkin as he recovers control of the Colosson and watches as Cinder redirects his ire towards the third party interloper in this insane duel. Truthfully he is being forced to be somewhat restrained here. The high speed of the bikes and the nature of the chase make his primary means of assault less then ideal, not to mention some of his greatest abilities might very well result in the full scale destruction of the very roads that are keeping them from plummeting into the ocean far below. Not the greatest of options.
Still, he ponders tactics when 'Roison' truly reveals herself and he blinks, watching the two combatants while picking up the pace to draw closer towards them. "A Darkstalker? That would explain much." he rumbles into his comm link - talking less to himself but more to command and the ever listening President Gabriel. ".Undoubtly here due to JANUS." There is very dangerous potential with the precedent being set by Ultratech and DOATEC here so it's no surprise that the powerful among the Darkstalkers are doing more then simply rioting. But potential alliances have to wait until they can be slowed down enough to actually be spoken to and thus far 'Roison' seems disinclined to nicely talk things out... Both must be stopped and the playinf field reset from ths madness.
"I am engaging again. Standby."
A roar of engines and the Hyperquad goes lunging off the side of the upper road and then dives violently towards the entanglement that is Roison and Cinder. He impacts the lower road with thunderous force, sending a shockwave out that bounces all of the racing cycles airborn for an instant. Potemkin falls behind briefly and then dashes forward as soon as the quad cycle settles. He releases the controls, letting it sail forward with a blast of its engines and then once he draws near, both of his enormous fists swing out in a hammerblow attempt to try and knock Roison from Cinder.
COMBATSYS: Lyraelle successfully hits Cinder with Royal Requisition - Dark Queen's Throne.
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Potemkin [E] 1/-======/=======|======-\-------\0 [E] Lyraelle
[CINDER]
"Hah, that will show you to-" The fast-talking fire-man begins, though pauses as Lyraelle reveals part of her true nature, wings sprouting while still being in mid-air. That was surprising enough, but doubly so when the Succubus decides to attack with, of all places, her backside!
"Shiit, shitshitshi-"
Panicking, he tries accelerating Photura away from the airborne Darkstalker, though even it's speed could not outpace her velocity, Lyraelle crashing into his semi-solid chest, and carrying Ben all the way off and down into the Neon Road. Cinder makes for an extremely hot chair, as his plasma body contorts and flattens on the road, trying to find an escape. "What's your gameplan, ladyyy--!" Pinned under Lyraelle, her tail wraps itself around his Mask, the most solid part of his body, successfully sapping at his white-hot energy, Cinder's glow beginning to dim!
"Aaaah, I'm not ready for my fire to flicker out just yet!"
And finally, he manages it, his somewhat amorphous shape squeezing out from Lyraelle's demonic derrière, likely aided by the blow that Potemkin made toward the Darkstalker. "Damn, that wasn't funny!" He darts over to Photura, sets it straight and hops on in a smooth motion, speeding away to create distance- Hoping that the other two will be occupied with one another as he takes a few seconds to catch his..
Well, he exactly breathe, now does he?
COMBATSYS: Cinder gains composure.
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Potemkin [E] 1/-======/=======|======-\-------\0 [E] Lyraelle
COMBATSYS: Lyraelle blocks Potemkin's Hammerblow.
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Potemkin [E] 1/=======/=======|=======\==-----\1 [E] Lyraelle
[LYRAELLE]
A human bonfire might be a strange and masochistic choice of chaise longue for most, but Roisin seems strangely content to catch her breath despite the literal fire lit under her backside. Two black horns start to twist their way out from the sides of her head as she runs a hand through her windswept scarlet hair and draws in a deep breath through her nostrils, smiling faintly as the flames lick harmlessly at her bare flesh and her shorts barely start to smoke while her black tail starts to glow with red heat, the green of her irises turning steadily to the natural hue of pure orange flame.
"My gameplan? Sacrifice a pawn, take out a knight, then the Queen sinks your battleship," Roisin says to Cinder with an inapropos languour and nonchalance as she examines her newly exposed nails, smirking as the cracked one reseals itself before her eyes. Her newly-pointed ears prick at the sound of a third wheel approaching from behind, and she rolls her eyes and huffs before raising her wings protectively in the path of the descending hammerblow without looking.
"We're having a MOMENT here-"
*WHUMP*
The assault sends Roisin tumbling sideways off of Cinder, aiding his escape from her clutches, and it's only the beating of her wings that keeps her from tumbling into the ocean as she's knocked off the Road. In moments, both Cinder and Potemkin are rapidly escaping the immediate area - faster than her wings are likely to carry her - so she swoops forward toward the slowly decelerating Intima, folding her wings back into her back as she remounts the hypercycle with considerably less protective clothing than before.
"C'mon, hot stuff! Help me get rid of this gooseberry and we can finish what we started!"
Probably not the most inviting proposition for someone who's become intimately familiar with the hunger of the succubus' tail - but regardless of whether Cinder is on board with the idea, Roisin streaks toward Potemkin with a trail of smoke behind her, accelerating rapidly to come up alongside before swiping the Intima toward the Zepp agent to try and take out the Colosson's wheels!
COMBATSYS: Potemkin just-defends Lyraelle's Neon Fierce!
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Potemkin [E] 1/=======/=======|=======\==-----\1 [E] Lyraelle
[POTEMKIN]
"A MOMENT?!"
%Confusion rings out in Potemkin's voice followed by clear frustration as the revealed Darkstalker offers a united front towards the fiery warrior ...against himself. "This is madness.." he fumes while once again attempting to turn the Colosson in such a way to prevent himself from sailing straight off of The Road following the force of his strike against Roison. It's a valient effort but not -quite- enough.
The impact shreds into the wheels of the Colosson just right, and with the damage it's already taken, the quadcycle tilts and then violently goes into a spin sending sharpnel flying in every direction followed by a series of explosion as the engines finally yield to the terrible pressure that's been placed upon it. For his part, Potemkin weathers the assault like an invulnerable wall. The molten metal shreds against his uniform and the physique beneath but fails to find purchase against the superhuman muscle mass that is borne by the giant soldier. It doesn't mean he's not hurting though. Bruised and battered from this bizarre high speed duel, he lets his frustrations rise to a fever pitch - especially as the Colosson begins to disintegrate beneath him and launches him into the air, forward, into a lunging leap.
He draws an arm back, a massive flex sending a bicep surging like a Buick sewn under his skin and a whirling shred of his uniform that would make Major Armstrong proud, revealing the gargantuan torso beneath ane the fact that this indeed a man and not a machine. A very, very, very, big and angry man.
"MAGNUUUM....!"
Potemkin hauls the flexed arm back, still hurtling forward from sheer momentum towards Lyraelle and Cinder. His eyes flash red beneath the darkness of his helmet.
"OPERA!!!!"
The punch comes, aimed at 'both' somehow by proxmimity of the behemoths size and teh force of the blow. He's been compared before to a storm that can demolish a mountain and strength that can send break battlions with a single punch. Hyperbole - probably - but it's not hard to guess why such rumors persist in the military and fighting world as the punch comes and unleashes with it a horrible burst of air pressure that blasts forward ahead of the giant towards both opponents and The Road itself. Even should the fist fail to find purchase the sheer pressure alone is enough to buckle buildings and part the reinforced armor of warships. Fortunantely for these superhuman fighters they need not worry about fatality if pressure or punch hits.
But it's still gonna hurt!
COMBATSYS: Potemkin knocks away Cinder with Magnum Opera EX.
- Power hit! -
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Potemkin [E] 0/-------/-----==|=======\======-\1 [E] Lyraelle
[CINDER]
"Are you crazy, lady?! You expect me to leave you alone after I was made into your freakin' Pouffe?!" Cinder yells, over the roads. He had accumlated a fair distance, stoking his flames to try and make a recovery. "Nonono- I'm coming over there to SET YOUR HEART AFLAME!"
The Burning man turns around Photura, to speed for Lyraelle- Full well aimed on getting his due revenge. In his blind pursuit for the sultry succubus he... might not have entirely seen Potemkin charge up his punch to end all punches- Making himself -the- target as he got close! "Oh, fu-" The Zepp Giant's giant fist slammed into his semi-solid torso, his plasma contorting around Potemkin's gauntlet.
And a second later, he was gone.
Air-Pressure having blown him back frightfully fast, hurling through Neon roads as they slam and shatter into the launched fire-being, until he was just a bright-orange speck in the far-off distance, floating down toward the water.
Undoubtably, knocked out of this battle.
COMBATSYS: Cinder takes no action.
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Potemkin [E] 0/-------/-----==|=======\======-\1 [E] Lyraelle
COMBATSYS: Cinder can no longer fight.
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Potemkin [E] 0/-------/-----==|=======\======-\1 [E] Lyraelle
COMBATSYS: Lyraelle dodges Potemkin's Magnum Opera EX.
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Potemkin [E] 0/-------/-----==|=======\======-\1 [E] Lyraelle
[LYRAELLE]
The sideswipe seems like it's done the trick, as far as Roisin is concerned - the Colosson seems to be in full destructo-mode after the clipping that the Intima gave it.
"Yeah, that's right~ Gracias!"
Her attention shifts, along with her glowing orange irises, toward Cinder as he shouts back his retort to her invitation, and when the incendiary Ultratech agent reveals that he's as bothered as he is hot, she grins, her posture relaxing on the Intima.
"Promises, promises~"
She makes a kissy face at the burning man and winks a moment before she becomes aware that yet another unforecast solar eclipse seems to be in the process of arriving, looking up and pulling an exasperated face, eyes rolling.
"Again?!"
She throws herself bodily from the seat of the Intima as the titan crashes down with sundering force into the neon highway, tumbling over the edge toward the abyss below before stretching her form into a dive, maximizing her aerodynamic rate of descent to drop beneath both the plummeting Potemkin and the reverberating blast of air. The water races up at Roisin right until the last moment before she would plunge below - and in that last moment her black wings unfurl, pulling her out of her dive and back up into the air with a flourishing spin to rise until her momentum stalls - at which point her wings begin to flap furiously in the ocean breeze to keep her aloft.
"Looks my date's sputtered out," Roisin says wistfully as she watches Cinder descend toward the ocean, before turning her eyes back toward Potemkin. "At least I can stick around and enjoy the beef, huh? Even if you did destroy the restaurant," she muses as many of the magnetic rails and force projectors that formed the infrastructure of the Road collapse into the sea piece by metal piece.
"Let's see how it tastes!"
With another flap of her wings, Roisin starts diving down toward Potemkin - aiming to swoop down and lift her legs before crashing onto the giant's shoulders with the intent of swiftly wrapping her tail around the Zepp soldier's neck before he can react and begin to draw energy directly from the vital source while he's hopefully still disoriented from his own assault, intent on clinging on as Potemkin presumably finishes plummeting into the water below!
COMBATSYS: Potemkin unequips Hyperquad "Colosson".
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Potemkin 0/-------/-----==|==-----\-------\0 [E] Lyraelle
COMBATSYS: Potemkin interrupts Royal Prerogative - Covetous Clutch from Lyraelle with Heat Knuckle EX.
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Potemkin 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\0 [E] Lyraelle
[POTEMKIN]
"Hrngh! Whooulf! Hrn!!!"
Potemkin's unintelligble grunts resound loudly as he spirals through the air, tumbling violently into the momentum of his own monstrous punch. His massive body impacts against the rocketing debris of the buckling road as it unravels violently in the wake of area shaking shockwave, rippling apart like an uncoiling rope that rides the forces unleashed by the behemoth. He sees Cinder take the hint and go hurtling away and down towards the seas below ..and it's a fate that soon awaits him as well. Despite creative uses of his chi-tek he can't -actually- fly. Those short bursts aided in jumps but..now there is no surface to fid purchase on and eventually he begins cannon balling down towards the ocean blow. Then--
"Vajra!"
Potemkin's verbal command is uttered and his flight suit, the Zepp made exo-skeleton that had brought him up to this fight and had been circling , on standby, re-ignites boosters and begins dashing towards him - wide wingspan and broad back ready and able to catch the giant, albiet likely with damage to it, from his fall. But it's still yet far away. To far to get ho him before Roison.
But Potemkin is not done yet. Battered and exhausted as he is, a gleam from his eyes indicates he is indeed ready for her after all and he twists, turning towards her to snatch a massive hand out to grasp for her even as her tail snaps at his neck. His functioing gauntlet charges up, revving a chi-tek shell into its casing as Potemkin's raw strength surges once more and his hand encloses around her body with a crushing grasp and then a funneled explosion of fiery chi to accompanny the assault. "HEAT KNUCKLE!!!"
[LYRAELLE]
"Crap!"
Roisin's dismay is exclaimed with a squeak as her opportunistic attack is turned against her, the gauntlet gripping her body and overpowering her in spite of her own supernatural strength as it squeezes. Moments later -
'HEAT KNUCKLE!!!'
- she's sent spiralling away, smouldering like a downed fighter jet before landing in the ocean with a *SPLOOSH*.
Not yet defeated, though, the succubus soars back out of the sea, spinning and spraying sparkling water around her before spitting into the ocean.
"...Tastes like salt," she grunts disdainfully, before turning to Potemkin, holding her midsection in one arm and hovering as her chest heaves heavily.
"You know..."
Roisin shakes out her hair as a wave of steam rises from her, the orange in her eyes snuffing out to be replaced with their naturally unnaturally green irises. She starts to circle down closer to the other fighter.
"I'm not actually with these guys. We could call truce here, help each other out."
She extends a hand down toward Potemkin, palm upward, with a hesitant smile, offering her assistance in an almost comical manner - although, given the strength she's demonstrated previously, she may actually have a shot at helping Potemkin to stay above the waves -
If that were her intent.
In a sudden flare of green energy, a burning infernal fireball in the shape of a heart forms above her palm, a split second before she blows on it like a kiss and sends it at the giant at near-point blank range!
COMBATSYS: Potemkin fails to slow Royal Salutation - <3 from Lyraelle with F.D.B..
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COMBATSYS: Potemkin can no longer fight.
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[POTEMKIN]
It is actually a tempting offer if for no other reason that Potemkin was -just- about to make the same one to her.
But he's obviously not a demoness with the ability to betray and deceive baked into the very fiber of his being. This trusting nature, even if it's just for a split second, is all Roison really needs in order to gain the advantage here and Potemkin's hesitation grants that window.
His massive body thuds atop the waiting Vajra and it dips low, nearly skimming the surface of the ocean from the great weight of the giant just as Lyraelle rises and approaches, offering her hand.
"Perhaps. Had you revealed your nature sooner I---"
And then the fireball comes. Potemkin drops down to a knee, reflexively lifting a hand up and balling it into a fist, readying a counter assault that then erupts forth from the force of a simple flicked finger. A bullet of compressed air generated by the giants strength which blasts into the fireball....and fails to dissipate it. It flowers forward, engulfing the bruiser and then in a final explosion sends him tumbling off Vajra to the ocean blow. Stunned and out of the fight.
[LYRAELLE]
The sulphurous smoke left hanging in the air where the fireball was formed wafts away on the wind as Roisin remains floating with a faintly self-satisfied expression.
"Sorry, big guy. I prefer to travel light. Makes things less complicated that way," she says, though Potemkin is already far enough below that the explanation serves more as a monologue, of little purpose other than perhaps to assuage whatever guilt the dark heart of the red-haired hellion may harbor. Her eyes drift over to where she believes she last saw Cinder falling toward the ocean, contemplating the elemental's fate.
"Which means it's time to haul butt to the next party, I guess. Shame you chose the losing team, hot stuff. We could've had some fun."
"aaaAUUUGGGHHH-"
Roisin's ears prick and eyes blink for a moment, and she looks up as a screaming body in a jumpsuit plummets toward her. She shifts to make room for a moment before thinking twice and twisting her hips to lasso the falling figure with her tail.
"-HHHkkk~"
"Ooh, lucky catch," Roisin remarks as the unfortunate blonde DOATEC security member, first relieved of her Photura and more recently victim of the destruction of the region of the Road she'd been stranded on, clutches at the tail around her neck and kicks her legs frantically. "Hey, I like your outfit! Mind if I borrow it?"
A minute or so later, Lyraelle lands in a shadowy cleft on the outside of Fatal Core and lets the jumpsuit she's carrying unfold as she holds it up. As she steps into the legs one at a time, Roisin's horns and tail shrink into her skin, her facial features shifting as the scarlet hair running down her back turns blonde.
"Oh, good! Looks like it's just my size," the DOATEC security guard says, zipping the jumpsuit shut up to her chest as the transformation finishes, lips curving into a smirk for a moment before she sashays toward what seems to be an entrance to the looming station while the battle between the Zepp blockade and DOATEC forces continues...
COMBATSYS: Lyraelle has ended the fight here.
Log created on 20:51:33 03/30/2022 by Cinder, and last modified on 10:19:24 05/06/2022.