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6/1/2016 1:30:32 AM
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[spoiler]Not exactly sure what the cognator engines are but the ghostly figure things seem interesting. Anywho[/spoiler]
Yup, knew I was in a predicament.
[i]Alon ran the catwalk from one platform to another, and made his way to the first generator, not sure what to do but fully sure that if it didn't have any use to destroy it. He quickly drew a symbol of light as he ran, and raised his hand as 8 orbs of light surrounded him, for a purpose unknown to the foes in the room so far.[/i]
Generator things look bad... and wolf thing doesn't look friendly either... okay...
[i]He jumps across to another catwalk, making his way to the first generator, wondering what would happen, ready to unleash a barrage of anything at a moments notice.[/i]
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[spoiler]giant computers[/spoiler] The black shadowy beings shoot forth from the computers. Their bodies seem ethereal, made up a dark matrix of binary code. But the effects are real enough as adamantium strength claws tear at you.
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[i]Alon moves swiftly to avoid the slashes, almost losing his balance and falling to the depths below. Electricity leaps from the ground to his feet as he builds up a charge, and with both hands outstretched, launches a massive bolt at the beings coming near him. The branches of yellow energy move quickly and spread to encompass the whole of the onslaught like a net, reaching past them to what was behind. As more come, the orbs of light block any aattacks he encounters, diminishing to nothing afterwards. Alon ripped his huge bastard sword, Ragnell, from it's sheath on his back, swinging it in a wide slash that sent sparks and wisps of blue energy across the air in front of him, forward until it hit one of the engines and whatever else was in front of it.[/i] Is that all we got? C'mon now wolfy, we can't be hiding behind these machines. [i]He blankly swung the sword skillfully, one handed, and twirled it for effect before sheathing it again; a taunt.[/i]
