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[RP][Day one, Tournament.] Dimension Veil's

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Lunartic:
”Huh? Yikes!” She hardly saw it coming. She tried to dodge both projectiles, and the staff thankfully missed, but the bolt of energy did not. It barely hit her flank, knocking her back and careening into the ground with a loud ”Oomf!” After a few moments, she slowly but surely rose back to her hooves. She shook out her tail and winced slightly, then smiled. ”Hehe, I’ve taken worse.” She rubbed her flank. ”Ow . . . you'll live,” she told herself and rose back into the air. She flew over to Wukong and hovered beside him, rubbing the back of her neck. "Hehe, sorry about tossing a drone at you. I just kinda . . . you know . . . did what my brain told me to, y'know?" She looked at his shoulder. "Guess I deserved that ball thing, whatever it was that hit me. But hey, if I can take a hit, so can you," she said confidently, jabbing him in his good arm.

lubbies:
Angelo smiled devilishly,

Angelo-Sure that'd be great.

He finished the rest of his food with such speed he'd put a professional to shame. He stood up quickly then realised once again he was still dressed in his pyjamas.

Angelo-Is it okay if I meet you there, I kinda need to change.

Before he could get an answer he moved quickly to the elevator. He pushed the up button, then he felt a pain in his chest, he put his hand against the elevator door to steady himself. His breathing grew heavy and he was about to collapse. A few more seconds of this passed by and the feeling dispersed. He looked around to see if anyone noticed, no one did.

Angelo-good.

Ding!
The elevator doors opened and inside he went.

The-Blades-slave:
Wukong nodded and summoned his staff to his hand, face blank as a slate. "No more talking, it's time to fight. They gave themselves away when they shot you." He pointed in the direction the blast had come from. "Follow me. Stay high so they don't see you." His staff was shrunken and put away, and he shifted into a bald eagle and took off into the sky without a word. He spanned the distance between them in no time, silently landing in the thick foliage of a tree near them.

He could easily make out which astral was Alexa's, they looked similar. She was taller than the young boy beside her, dressed in dark clothing that left nothing to the imagination. It slashed with her bright, waist length blond hair and luminescent gold eyes. She didn't appear to be that strong, but he had learned looks could be deceiving. One of them had created the turret with exploding shots, and she looked far more capable of doing it than the boy. If so she was much more dangerous to him, he couldn't stand fire.

In stark contrast, the boy beside her was dressed extremely bright colors. He wore a strange hat that nearly dragged against the ground, and had no weapon in sight. The battler guessed he would be the one that had fired the energy bolt, since he seemed to have no other method of defending himself. Of course, Clark was an experienced battler, and he wouldn't go down without a fight. Scarlet hadn't been battling that long, and would be at an extreme disadvantage. That left him to take on Clark, and hope Scarlet could hold her own against whatever the other astral had in store. He already knew what to do, he just hoped his partner would pick up on it...

He decided to delay no further, silently shifting back to himself and plucking a hair, which fell to the ground and morphed into a clone identical to him. The clone charged both astrals, shrieking furiously to draw their attention. He knew it could not seriously injure them, but he was already moving to circle around them using the foliage as cover. It didn't take him long to do so, and he lengthened his staff to the size of a totem, then jumped out of his cover and brought it down at both of them.

Lunartic:
She nodded and flew after him, easily keeping pace, and landing as quietly and carefully as she could in the trees. From there she could see a strange, colourful boy and an equally strange . . . thing. She didn’t even know how to describe it. Some half-mechanical humanoid with antennae and long blond hair. She may not be the smartest tool in the shed, but Rainbow could figure out that this was the one who sent that little drone at them, which meant the other created the energy blast. She shuddered at the memory; she was fighting the mech.

Wukong plucked off a hair and sent a clone at the two as he looked around. She slinked back into the brush and circled the other way instead. She wetted her lips and crouched, wings spread, poised to jump into the fray. When Wukong leaped, Rainbow followed suit, pouncing onto her target with a solid punch aimed at her jaw.

GoldForge:
No, no! This was not part of the plan at all! Then again-- was there really any plan to begin with? Within no time at all after the boy had fired the massive laser, she heard a rustling far off in the distance... and then.. felt a buzzing in her head, as though an electric toothbrush was scrubbing at her brain from inside her head. "Wh-...What is this--?!" Alexa growled under her breath, hands clutching at her antennae and holding them down. Well, that seemed to negate the effects of that weird, pinpoint of a weird vibration... It was sorta the same feeling she got whenever the silhouettes the drones recorded pulsed into the back of her head, but.. annoyingly continuous. With a groan of infuriation, she stepped back... the buzz was getting stronger, eventually feeling like it was directly in front of her...

...Then came the screeching. Just when she thought the 'nails on a chalkboard' moment couldn't get any worse. Her gaze swiftly panned skywards. Through the thick mist, she just barely managed to make out the shape of... a stick? The buzzing grew louder, as though screaming at her to get out of the way-- which she promptly did. Not knowing which way to go, she simply ran in a direction away from the pole, then swinging away from a blue hoof in the nick of time, disappearing into the fog through the thick path of folliage. Twigs snapped, leaves rustled, a soft orange glow began to build in intensity on the horizon... The backs of her hands burned like her mark did back at the terminal, for reasons she did not know why. Screeching to a halt to catch her breath, she plunked herself down by a boulder. Waiting for her exhaustion to subside, she winced and covered her face with a shaky hand as a bolt of orange energy zipped between branches, crawling back into her shell. The voice in her head returned... 's c r a p  m e t a l.' Just then, things began to make marginally more sense. Remembering the jerky movements of her hands performing actions on their own from the beginning of the match, she pressed in a button on her left shoulderplate, her shell creaking open to reveal... a part set for a new drone...?

She closed her eyes, feeling a very faint 'thump' at the back of her head that assured her that her second drone was still on the field... This may make things interesting. Nonetheless, she got to work on making a new drone to replace the destroyed one. To what may look like a complex piece of work, it somehow all felt like a four-piece puzzle to her. Giving her finished work a tap with her foot, it popped open, giving a friendly little whistle before skittering off to hide amongst the bushes. Ahh, she'd never get tired of that silvery little sound. "Now, what else can I build..." She lightly scritched at her chin with an orange-tipped metal glove, before-- 'claws.' "Wh--" 'c l a w s.' "What d--" 'D o t h e c l a w t h i n g' "What claw thi--" 'H U R R Y!' She felt dizzy in the midst of arguing with the weird little voice in her head, as though her soul was about to float out of her body. Getting ahold of herself once more, she swung her arms out. "WHAT CLAW THING?!" She roared, swinging her arms out to the side.. then, suddenly... the loud groaning of metal plates rung in her ears. Coursing up her arms, a raging torrent of fire shot out from her hands, crawling up her limbs ember by ember. Each finger became a menacing claw, and shadowy metal bloomed forth from the blaze. Before she knew it, one could say that she had gotten herself a pretty sweet set of giant honkin' gauntlets. "...Dude..." 'd u d e.' Taking a moment to marvel over the monstrous metal masterpiece as she looked down at her palms, she soon realized the threat at hand... a-- did she just almost get attacked by a flying blue horse? Was that the same one that fell from the sky like a bloody idiot? A new spark of confidence kindling in her heart, she sat down and waited...

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