Virtual Reality

IC: Grabbing the flying foot with one hand and the leg with another, Luuvei unflinchingly stared at his opponent as he attempted to throw the guy onto the ground. He was prepared for a teleport in case of one, however.

He didn't keep the weapons...Strange...

Hukki took the opportunity in the moment without interrogation to politely excuse himself and got back into the line. He didn't like to talk very much, and the Vortixx had begun to get on his nerves already. He grimaced. Hopefully he'd be able to get repaired soon...

Embo wrote:IC - Moka:

"So, um, where is the Blacksmith? I'd like to establish some baseline costs for weapons and armor."

The words came out of nowhere, and Moka tracked them to a nearby Vortixx.

"you mean you don't know where the blacksmith is? He's in that building back there," he said, gesturing to the massive building behind him, "And there's no charge for weapon repair etc, not to mention that you can't get any new weapons..."

IC (Blacksmith's Shop):

Arvina turned toward the voice.

Stopped. Stared.

What in Karzahni is that!? was the first (and mildest) question to float through her mind. It looked kind of like a coated, yellow-eyed, two-armed and two-legged Karzahni -- He, she corrected herself, but her mind rejected the correction; whatever-it-was didn't look remotely male or female.

In an attempt to break the icy silence her mouth moved without purpose. Noises came out, something like a repeatedly-stuttered "Uh..."

Then, blinking several times, she finally made piece with the fact that whatever-it-was was perfectly sentient and thus regained her composure. "Why isn't the Blacksmith making new weapons? That is, after all, what his -- or her -- job is... right?"

IC: Luuvei's right hand whipped downwards, knocking the knife hand off-target. He chose not to capitalize on the moment of his opponent's weakness and stepped backwards, still cautious.

OOC: Come on, Moka doesn't look THAT bad!

IC - Moka - Waiting Room:

Moka fixed a cold, beady yellow eye on her.

"Perhaps you could finish that train of thought outside..." Moka said coldly, fingering his crossbow for a second, just so Arvina got the hint. He then continued, as if nothing had happened.

"The blacksmith, from what I gather, is only a title; his job is to restore people to their original forms, not do the work an actual blacksmith would do."

Then his eyes locked onto Arvina's, and a tiny bit of anger flashed through them.

"Where would you prefer we dueled?"

OOC: Hey, remember, Zar, this is Arvina, a stuck-up priss of a Vortixx. She has an idea of her own attractiveness and, compared to that, Moka is ugly. At least, to her.

IC (Blacksmith's Shop > The Mountain):

The glint in the stranger's eyes danced oddly through the air between him and Arvina, like some invisible, tension-laced fog lay there. It was ignored coldly.

Arvina wasn't dumb. She knew what the Karzahni-spawn was implying. And she honestly didn't care.

"Some title," muttered Arvina, mentally cursing the Blacksmith. "I hate misnomers. And by the way" -- she idly fingered her staff, blocking out the other's odd looks with a faint grimace -- "I've always wanted to climb a mountain -- or, rather, the Mountain."

With that she turned on her heel and concnetrated with all her mind (no small amount of willpower) on the Mountain, taking a step forward, through the warping and non-gravity, onto a rough, rocky surface that crunched with every confident footstep the Vortixx took.

IC - Moka - Waiting room to the mountain:

Moka smiled slightly.

"Oh, it's not what you think..." he murmured to himself, quickly unclipping his crossbow and teleporting.

He appeared on the roof of a building, and about fifty yards away, he spotted Arvina, just beginning to get her bearings. Aiming his crossbow easily, Moka quickly sent a crossbow bolt flying at her back.

OOC: OH SNAP--

IC (The Mountain):

There was a whistle of air behind Arvina, not unlike the sort of half-feeling that she got when someone teleported beside her.

She turned.

The movement saved her life.

The bolt struck her left shoulder, its sharpened point leaving an inch-deep cut in Arvina's armor. It flew out, wavering in the air, barely slipping by Arvina's chest before landing to the ground several meters away. Pain blossomed in her limb, agony spreading through the Vortixx's body, flooding over into her mind, all within the space of a millisecond.

She screamed.

Her knees struck the ground heavily. From where the pain originated, numbness now spread, somehow scarier than the pain itself. A wave of swears rolled from her tongue as she began half-running, half-crawling toward the edge of the mountain.

Got to find cover--

Over the edge was a several-meter drop. She weighed her options, decided she was more likely to survive the fall than whatever Karzahni-spawn had shot at her, and fell.

She hit the cliff wall with a grunt. The cliff wall.

It took a moment for that fact to register in her mind.

She bit off another scream just as it exited her throat. No, she decided, feeling the rock cautiously, she wasn't dreaming; though, the dim light did seem rather dreamlike.

Besides which, Arvina didn't dream.

Slowly, fearing she'd fall down at any moment if she made a sudden move, she straightened. That was a mistake; standing out over thin air, at a ninety-degree angle to the ground, boiled her nervousness over into fear that dissipated into the chilly air when she realized she wasn't falling. It was still creepy. Maybe not quite scary anymore.

What was scary was the idea that a sniper was even now capturing her in his sights. Or her sights. The sniper could be a female, after all.

She walked down, leaning back just in case gravity decided to stop glitching up. But it didn't -- at least, not until she had stepped onto the ground.

An odd impression of the world spinning to support her--

Thank goodness. Solid ground. Now to hunt cover.

Her footsteps led her to a recess in the ground. The ground was uneven here, strewn with small rocks and boulders. Ducking into the recess and sidling behind one such boulder, she gripped her spear tightly and peeked out the right side, her right arm raised just in case she had to let off a shot.

IC: Luuvei saw the shimmer and knew what was coming next, whirling. Upon seeing and hearing the warhammer, however, he withdrew, crabbing to the side with one leg and then another in quick succession. He could probably slip past the weapon if needed, and the guy would start to run out pretty soon if he kept using his powers at this rate.

IC - As he saw Arvina trying desperately to realize what was happening - the fool, she should have read the description of this place - Moka quickly switched positions, running down the side of the building. Soon he stopped, behind a small boulder. Three trees stuck out diagonally to him, providing a perfect window.

Crouching down, Moka let himself be totally hidden by his surroundings, while all the while, his eyes were fixed upon the little bit of his enemy he could see.

It was time to wait.

IC (The Mountain):

It was a long, long moment before Arvina dared move.

She moved, but no one else did. She backed up slowly, over the slope behind her, glancing backwards to make sure she wouldn't stumble. The gravity change was still odd, but at least she didn't feel like she would fall. Not really. Only in her mind.

At least, that's what she kept telling herself.

Footstep after cautious footstep she made her way to a rocky outcropping that shot out of the slope at a ninety-degree angle from Arvina's "ground". Slipping sideways, always making sure to keep half-crouched and not look down, she ducked under the shadow the outcropping affording and stayed there for a good, long second.

The wind whistled through the emptiness. The overwhelming silence dampened even Arvina's own heartbeat.

Then she noticed the thick green strands that stretched from nearby house ruins, half-embedded in the dark gray rock. They reached out to the sky and intersected another outcropping, then ran from there to other peaks and crevasses like a relay line.

Maybe, she thought, she could use those as cover.

But not now. Later, when she drew her attacker into the open. Waiting, she reflected, was quite boring.

IC - Moka - The Mountain:

Moka acted.

Utterly silently, he clipped his crossbow onto his back, leaped to his feet, and jumped up, running straight up the trunk of one of the trees.

In seconds he was on the webbing.

And nearby, a group of five Visorak were all staring at him.

he turned, and started to run, leaping from web to web expertly.

No spinners flew at him; the Visorak knew that to fire, they would have to stop, and arch their backs so that their spinner launchers weren't pointed at the sky.

Still, it wasn't very comforting.

Moka leaped through the webbing, landing about twenty feet behind Arvina, rolling to absorb the shock, he leaped to his feet in an instant, and in a second had bolted to a nearby building, where he took cover.

His ploy had worked, and the Visorak were advancing on Arvina.

With a smile, Moka settled down at a first floor window, and sighted in on the place where he knew Arvina would appear.

The waiting game was almost over.

IC (The Mountain):

The noises floated round the cover, silent as they reached Arvina's audio receptors but still existent. Within the shadows that covered her she leaned around the right side of the outcropping and found herself gazing upwards -- or was it forwards now? -- at the sky. Disorientation set in. The Vortixx ignored it steadfastedly.

Then--

Thump. The sound came from behind her, followed immediately by a markedly quieter pitter-patter of footsteps. She spun. Nothing.

Then the twangs started, sharp and clear, coupled with odd scratch-scratches that sounded like giant spider-legs.

What in Karzahni...?

She glanced to the house, the only substantial cover around for meters. Back up to the webs that ran from its half-damaged walls. Dang it, but she didn't have much choice, did she?

She ran for it, her footsteps sounding in time with her racing heartbeat. She didn't even care that she was looking down. Not much.

Her rush slowed as she glanced back, swore, picked up speed.

The Visorak were gaining.

On the side of the house nearest her she saw a smashed-in window, no glass, just an empty, warped hole. She had one shot at this. Not very comforting, considering the window was rather small.

I'm not fat! came the inevitable thought as she leapt.

OOC: I hope that window isn't the one Moka is stationed at. XP If it is... oh well.

IC - Moka - The Mountain:

Moka was just about to take aim-

-When the shape of his enemy landed on the windowsill.

he took several steps back, and squeezed the trigger, aiming at his foes chest.

He held the trigger down, letting bolt after bolt fly at his foe. It wasn't until his clip was a third of the way empty that he threw aside his crossbow and drew his katanas.

IC (The Mountain):

If the stranger was shocked, Arvina was twice so.

She started, the movement tipping her over the windowsill into darkness. A pain erupted from her left shoulder -- she caught sight of the faint outline of an arrow, so harmless-looking in the gentle light -- her body met ground and agony took over, profanity filling her mind to its brim.

The cold rocky floor dug into her body. Falling heavily on her ears, the repeating thud-crack of repeating crossbow shots bored into her skull as she rolled as quickly as she could toward cover. She didn't even look as a sharp pain ran across her left calf. But she did grunt something unintelligable.

Her head struck a wall. She gasped, rolled behind it.

One last thud-crack echoed through the house, and then silence.

With her right hand, Arvina grasped the arrow and tugged. Pain was the only response to her action; she bit on her lip hard, barely holding back the scream that now clawed at her throat. Leaving the arrow where it was (and cursing it thrice over), with the spear in her right hand she pulled herself to her feet. Her left arm held across her body like it rested in an invisible sling, she held her right hand out, pointing the spear forward, slowly backing farther into whatever room or hall she had entered. Her left calf ached badly; all her weight was forced to rest upon her right leg.

IC - Moka - The Mountain:

Seeing his foe staggering to her feet, Moka sheathed a katana, and retrieved his crossbow.

The room was fairly large, and though his retreating, Moka had managed to put a good ten yards between him and his foe.

Now leveling his crossbow again, he fired again and again, sending another three bolts at Arvina.

IC (House, The Mountain > The Waiting Room):

It was all Arvina could do to fall forward, a last-ditch effort to dodge the incoming arrows, let them whistle through the air over her.

Two bolts sailed by her shoulders before it failed.

There was the thud. The explosion of pain rippling through her chest. An odd ringing filled her ears as she drowned in the sudden darkness.

Then--

Light!

The warping, spinning--

Arvina straightened up from the chair, gasping, her hand feeling over her heart. Nothing: no wound, no arrow; she was fine. The familiar white lights of the Waiting Room bathed her in cold indifference. This was, indeed, Virtual Reality.

That little Karzahni-spawn.

Anger manifested itself into her closed fist, slamming into the armrest hard enough to send a little jolt up her arm.

Nine lives and counting.

IC - Moka:

Moka had almost literally no time to think about his victory. the skittering sound told him that the visorak were about to come in the window.

calmly placing himself in a far corner, Moka picked them off one by one as they charged in.

Counting the bodies, he smiled to himself.

twenty points...

OOC:

Captain Marvel wrote:IC: [One]

He's trying to wear me out, thought One with a mental smile. Letting the hammer disperse, he stood back, waiting for Luuvei to attack.

Let's see what he's got in his arsenal, he thought.

IC: Luuvei tried for a push-pull punch combo on the guy, first with his right hand flying up in an attempt to hit the guy's shoulder, then with his left one to the other shoulder. He still didn't want to go all-out and attempt to oneshot him. Three powers was likely, but it was still best to check and make sure.

Hukki finally acquired the services of the blacksmith and, chain regenerated as well as electric power, stepped out of The Waiting Room-

[Hukki-Waiting Room-Blacksmith's Shop -> The Swamp]

-and into, or more appropiately, onto the muck, where he once more dived in and waited for a foe, watching with mainly thermal vision to spot anything around him, above him, or even beneath him when he turned his head.

Stokunde, meanwhile, journeyed across The Mountain, looking for Moka. It didn't find either of its partners, however.

What it did find was a nest of six Suukorak.

Query: Should I be in the state called fear?, thought it as it stood, coldly gazing at the six living in an abandoned building from its doorway-

And then all Karzhani broke loose as senbon spattered the area while Rhotuka launched towards the door.

IC: Bad move.

Parrying with his left knee in a slight turn, Luuvei used the momentum to whip a threatening chop towards the guy's neck in an attempt to force his armor back onto his windpipe. If the guy went any lower or just lowered his head, a readying right knee (his other one was falling back) could easily strike at a groin so defenseless at this proximity. And if jumpsuit tried to block either, he'd still be able to knee or chop. Although snapping up into a stand looked best at first, it still wouldn't defend against the groin strike.

Essentially, the guy in the jumpsuit's only good option was to retreat. But as he had likely only been trained in a form only to a passable level, Luuvei didn't think he'd notice the signs of the trap hidden in the attack, especially not at the speed they were fighting. And even if he could, could he actually do anything about it time?

OOC: Do remember, Luuvei still actually doesn't know about the jumpsuit's properties-although he actually has touched One a few times already during this fight with some force (ex: knocking away the knife), he hasn't really held on.

IC: Jamnicwo (Waiting Room)
I spawned back into the room, and was glad not to see Nakulo's talon still sticking out of my chest. Come on, there's no way he could have survive my plasma blast. Suddenly Nakulo spawned, and scowled at me. I had so much fun seeing him scowl. We had dueled in the ice region, and truly wanted to kill the other. Nakulo breathed hoarsely and I laughed. "Not even the great warrior Nakulo could avoid getting melted by plasma."

IC: Nakulo (Waiting Room to Reiklaft)
I stared at Jamnicwo, and straighten with a broad grin. I think we need to practice some..aerial combat. I was thinking quite possibly Reiklaft. Suddenly I was on a bridge overlooking a treetop canopy, and Jamnicwo fell in line behind me. I turned at him and smiled. "You have nerve following me."

IC: Jamnicwo (Reiklaft)
I looked at the bridge. I had to slant this in my favor. Nakulo was going to be coming hard and fast. I melted the bridge in half and fell. It was virtual, nothing bad could happen, right? I tackled Nakulo in mid-air as we fell.

"It's on."

The Shadowed wrote:OOC:

Captain Marvel wrote:IC: [One]

He's trying to wear me out, thought One with a mental smile. Letting the hammer disperse, he stood back, waiting for Luuvei to attack.

Let's see what he's got in his arsenal, he thought.

IC: Luuvei tried for a push-pull punch combo on the guy, first with his right hand flying up in an attempt to hit the guy's shoulder, then with his left one to the other shoulder. He still didn't want to go all-out and attempt to oneshot him. Three powers was likely, but it was still best to check and make sure.

Hukki finally acquired the services of the blacksmith and, chain regenerated as well as electric power, stepped out of The Waiting Room-

[Hukki-Waiting Room-Blacksmith's Shop -> The Swamp]

-and into, or more appropiately, onto the muck, where he once more dived in and waited for a foe, watching with mainly thermal vision to spot anything around him, above him, or even beneath him when he turned his head.

Stokunde, meanwhile, journeyed across The Mountain, looking for Moka. It didn't find either of its partners, however.

What it did find was a nest of six Suukorak.

Query: Should I be in the state called fear?, thought it as it stood, coldly gazing at the six living in an abandoned building from its doorway-

And then all Karzhani broke loose as senbon spattered the area while Rhotuka launched towards the door.

IC: Stokunde immediately pivoted and crabbed after the first throwing to grab a trench knife and flatten itself next to the back of the wall right next to the door as rhotuka flew past or struck the wall, but didn't have enough power to put electric cages around the whole house and dissipated. It held the trench knife ready to stab while plucking five senbon. Judging by what it had seen, two of the visorak had been killed in the starting second with senbon in their heartlight or through the eye.

Conditional: If two were killed out of six, then there are four left. Conjecture: It is best to whittle down their numbers with sniping until the fight becomes more manageable before engaging in close combat.

Taking care to watch the doorway, Stokunde began to creep around the side of the house, two fingers on the wall-

-And was saved by none other then reflex as a trench knife's knuckle-duster edge came up just in time to block a pair of razor-sharp mandibles from grabbing it.

The suukorak appeared to smirk. Stokunde appeared to grind its trench knife that was puny in comparison with the oversized slicers along the edge of said parts of the visorak's anatomy until it reached the gaping mouth, then flipped the knuckle duster so that its knife disappeared into the mouth pointing up.

The suukorak's smirk died with its wearer.

Conjecture: The suukorak is dead. Hypothesis: If the suukorak and two others are dead out of six, then there are three left. Conjecture: Continue with the plan.

Still edging around the building, Stokunde's fingers finally felt a windowsill. Grasping, it pulled itself to the edge of the opened window, just before it, then poked its scope into the place.

One of the visorak was atop a table, twisting its body this way and that in what were apparently attempts to find foes. Stokunde waited until it turned in its direction, then nailed it with a senbon through the eye. He checked to make sure there were no more-

-And once again, found a visorak suddenly breathing into his face as its mandibles closed in.

This time, however, Stokunde knew it couldn't block the mandibles at such range. So it simply thrust a senbon as deep as it could into the thing's jugular-that is to say, very deep. The thing slowed, gurgled, green blood trickling out of its mouth-

-And had its skull bashed in with a blow from one knuckleduster knife to speed up the process. The body fell backwards, legs stiffening in the characteristic death position of a spider while blood seeped out of one corner of its maw, senbon still within its body. Stokunde's lense spun.

Conjecture: The two last seen are dead. Hypothesis: If these two suukorak, adding to the previous three to make five out of six, then there is one-

The toa's analysis was abruptly interrupted by a whirring noise it that was beginning to grow in intensity.

Whirling to face the rhotuka, Stokunde used split-second telekinesis to send it back towards its firer-

-Which was charging forward-

-Before the spinning energy could hit it-

-Right at the Toa of Gravity.

Stokunde had no time to think, it reacted. Holding up the trench blade, it increased the pull of his weapon's gravity selectively on the visorak tenfold.

When he pulled the blade out and let his powers relax, Stokunde didn't look at the corpse dropping to the ground, it merely confirmed the kill with a detached fascination, prodding the thing with the knife. Then it hopped in the house through the window and closed up all windows (apparently they had no shutters) with visorak bodies, and the door. Satisfied the makeshift barricades would hold enough to at least give warning of an intruder, the Toa of Gravity sat down in the middle of the room that it first entered and began to retrieve and clean its weapons.

IC: Nakulo
I waterspout pushed me high above Jamnicwo, and he reacted with surprise. "Not so fast!" Suddenly I was falling under heavy gravatic energy, and Jamnicwo used my waterspout to shoot up as I fell into the water. I froze him with ice vision, and I propelled myself up. Jamnicwo was frozen, and he began to fall. Suddenly his ice block quenched up in the air. "What! The Garai can't do that!"

IC: Jamnicwo
I lightened the gravity on the ice to the point that it could lift my weight. I shot above Nakulo and released a plasma blast to melt the ice, and dove at him for the kill. Nakulo kicked me, and I fell on a wooden bridge. It rocked violently. Nakulo pushed himself onto the bridge and towered over me. I took the curved edge of my rifle and hit Nakulo. He staggered back, and I came at him again. Nakulo sliced at me, and I parried with my rifle muzzle. I prepared to snipe his head at close range when I staggered down.

IC: Nakulo
A Klakk yelled through the air, and we fell to the ground. I managed to get up, and flee the Klakk into the wild of Reiklaft. Jamnicwo and I would tangle another day.I heard a plasma shot fire, and miss the Klakk. I smiled smugly.

OOC: Both have at least 11 points in the Ice Region.

IC: Ayanza:

Bored of the city region, Ayanza teleported into the air region.

Winging through the air, and teleporting enemies out of his way, he still felt bored.

Until a bolt of plasma flew by him.

His eyes focused on the treetops from where it had come, and he teleported there, drawing his AK-47 as he did so.

IC: Jamnicwo
Suddenly a large figure with an AK-47 bared down on me. The Klakk screamed at me, and I recoiled. I flipped over the bridge on the rope, and had to grab the wood boards to stop my fall. The wood board flipped up, and I fell farther into the jungle. I fell onto a tree branch, and cleared my head. I lined up a shot to end that Klakk's life.

IC: Ayanza yawned slightly, and flicked his eyes. At once, the Klakk vanished, teleported several hundred feet above them.

Leveling the assault rifle, Ayanza calmly teleported the tree branch out from under Jamnicwo, and fired repeatedly at the toa; he would most likely either miss by falling, or get hit before that.

Either way wasn't overpleasent.

IC: Jamnicwo
I fired my plasma blast at the figure instead, and increased my rifle's gravity to narrowly dodge the bullets. I increased the gravity then on the figure too, and the bridge snapped under his extended weight.

IC: Ayanza simply began to fly, staying floating in the same place.

At the same time, he teleported Jamnicwo back a yard, and up several yards.

Then he himself began teleporting. In a circle, firing several bullets at his foe whenever he appeared.

In the space of five seconds, Jamnicwo had about two dozen bullets headed right at him.

All from different directions.

IC: Jamnicwo
Suddenly I was here, and everywhere. I threw up a protective plasma wall near instantly. Who knew where I was. I heard hisses, and recognized it as bullets becoming superheated liquid, and then vapor due to the intense heat. I jumped onto a bridge, and got a closer look at the attacker. Giant, wings, and an AK-47. "Damn it." I jumped onto a bridge, and realized he could avoid any attack, and send me elsewhere. He'll think twice after this. I began unleashing waves of plasma everywhere around me, hitting everything. Fires started, things snapped and melted. Try me.

IC: Nakulo
I saw the forest erupting into flames, and scowled. Fires erupted around me, and I put them out. I heard a buzz behind me. A Nui-Rama suddenly buzzed behind me. "Great, things that fly."

IC:

Ayanza smiled.

At once, the front of the wave of plasma headed at him was teleported-

-directly behind Jamnicwo.

It was a pity, Ayanza thought as he teleported above the waves and fired several round in front of his foe. It was a pity the plasma could kill a Toa of that element just as easily as any other being.

OOC: I'm going to let it slide this time, because I got what you meant, but a wall of plasma works like a shield of plasma; it only covers one direction.

And yes, in case you didn't know, resistance to plasma is not a power of the element of plasma.

IC: Jamnicwo

(From last post, continuing directly: Try me.)

Hedging s bet that he could teleport anything. I decided to also push and plasma near me away from me. I felt heat behind me, and felt relieved. Get broiled in my own power wasn't a good simulation experience. There wasn't much else I could do but stall this killer until I managed to escape. He's way overpowered. Damn it, how can I kill this terminator? I began to form a plasma dome, creating and pushing all plasma away.

IC: Nakulo
I caught a look at the being, and recognized it immediately for its species. Scaling a tree, I looked down at the killer as he teleported plasma into Jamnicwo's nexus. Fool was probably flank steak by now. I had an overhead view of the thing. I saw the Klakk overhead, and froze it. It hurtled earthward. 2 points baby I thought as the ice and the Klakk has melted by the giant plasma waves. I jumped down at the thing, firing ice vision. This would be over instantly.

OOC; no offense LN, but could you please word your posts a little more clearly? I'm having a little bit of trouble understanding your posts...

Also, how would Nakulo recognize Ayanza's sdecies so quickly? It's a rather obscure one.

IC - Ayanza - Air region:

It was Nakulo's first move that betrayed him. Seeing a Klakk slamming into the plasma dome, Ayaynza instantly looked up. His eyes fixed on a Skakdi, who was emerging from cover. Soaring higher in the air, and well out of the way of any attacks, Ayanza watched as Nakulo jumped down, firing a bolt of ice at where the winged being had been.

At a flick of ayanza's power, the bolt vanished, to reappear behind Nakulo.

IC: Nakulo
Suddenly my ice vision blast disappeared and hit me. I tumbled to the ground, and leaned closer to a plasma ring. I melted out, and propelled myself with water into the air. I scowled at the specimen, and yelled into my communication device. "BACK UP JAMNICWO." I launched a water blast at the figure and shot up after him. Birdie here is going to teleport stuff behind me.

IC: Jamnicwo
I sighed and Nakulo's call, and absorbed the plasma. I saw the being and released a giant contained plasma blast hurtling right toward him, just after Nakulo's water blast would reach.

OOC:Nakulo would know maybe because he's seen the species before XP

OOC; Lol, kay.

IC - Ayanza:

Water bolts and plasma blasts, when will they ever learn? Ayanza thought, teleporting out out of the way. The water blast was not so lucky, and the plasma slammed into it, causing a cloud of steam.

Ayanza teleported lower, and let loose from behind the two warriors with a hail of bullets.

IC: Jamnicwo
I melted the bullets with plasma and kept the wave coming at the fighter. I yelled in my communication device: "DON'T SHOOT!"

IC: Nakulo
I cut my water propulsion, and the bullets skimmed over me as I fell. I re-activated it, and heard Jamnicwo's cry."Sure," I muttered.