Post by Vance Finiraldi on Dec 20, 2014 4:36:15 GMT -5
Claude cringed a little as Vance trapped C in a caged sphere of lightning. He knew that it couldn't have been pleasant, regardless of whether or not pain was felt in this place or not. A mental note was made to apologize profusely to the Tribal Grappler at a later point in time. He gripped his controller in anxiety, hoping for something to happen that would help in any shape or form.
Thankfully, he didn't have to wait long.
Before the 'battle' between them could last too long, a grey smoke quickly spread across the immediate area, covering friend, foe, and spectator alike. It also deprived Vance of clear vision and broke his concentration, which was exactly what the group of players needed. Shielding his eyes and silently coughing, he staggered aimlessly amid the blinding smoke as the lightning he produced left his fingertips and the cage of electricity surrounding C disappeared.
A wave of relief washed over Claude as he watched from his monitor; his character was still charmed, but at as long as that out-of-nowhere Smokescreen kept them disengaged from battle, Vance wouldn't be hurting anyone anytime soon.
"Now to check on that hack..."
He switched over from the game window to the command prompt for the program he used... and his eyes widened upon seeing that his item spawn had been successful with no repercussions whatsoever. And sure enough, by the time he doubled-back to the game window, a system message had popped up in the log in the corner. The orb had already been used on him by Eir, and it did just what he wanted it to do: the Charm effect was gone.
He hurriedly pulled the visor of his M2D back over his eyes.
Everything in front of Vance was just smoke and fuzzy, barely recognizable shapes. But life was in his eyes again. He was free from Lanceor's enthrallment. A small smirk formed on his lips as the thought of payback was already running through his mind, his fervor could barely be contained.
"Thanks for the assist, Eir!" he yelled, calling out through the smoke. "And to whoever the hell threw that Smokescreen, too!" Saying all that he felt needed to be said to them at that moment, he equipped his wings, as concentrated plasma fiercely erupted from his back. The Crusader sent himself upwards with Flight, flying up to the same level as the corrupted god of thunder.
"And you," Vance started, pointing his saber in the god's direction. "Nice trick. You really had me panicking for a moment, there. But how does it feel to be a complete tool whose lost control of both his body and free will?"
While his vision remained obscured by what was left from the smoke that got into his eyes, he only saw Lanceor as blurry mess of contrasting colors, but the god was the only one suspended in the air just like he was. Thus, Vance had no problem charging forward toward the God the way he did, sword arm pulled back as if prepared to slice the deity through. Yet before the two airborne beings could even come within three feet each other, the player disappeared from the god's reach - and before he could crash into the force field he didn't even realize was there - reappearing on the rooftops of one of the still standing buildings a fair distance away.
"I'll figure out what to do with you, later."
Despite his earlier predicament, Vance did catch snippets of the NPC soldiers' whispers and declarations about a suspicious dark lightning coming from one of their buildings. The same lightning, he noted to himself, that seemed to take control of both himself and Lanceor. He felt that if all the players wanted to get through this, they needed to take care of that before even trying to talk to Lanceor again.
The Crusader took off into the skies again and moved as fast as the game would allow him, this time flying toward one of the other rooftops that emitted a strange and powerful, yet unholy light. And he didn't even need clear vision to see that its bolts of power shot towards the sky from the source.
"Must be it..."
Thankfully, he didn't have to wait long.
Before the 'battle' between them could last too long, a grey smoke quickly spread across the immediate area, covering friend, foe, and spectator alike. It also deprived Vance of clear vision and broke his concentration, which was exactly what the group of players needed. Shielding his eyes and silently coughing, he staggered aimlessly amid the blinding smoke as the lightning he produced left his fingertips and the cage of electricity surrounding C disappeared.
A wave of relief washed over Claude as he watched from his monitor; his character was still charmed, but at as long as that out-of-nowhere Smokescreen kept them disengaged from battle, Vance wouldn't be hurting anyone anytime soon.
"Now to check on that hack..."
He switched over from the game window to the command prompt for the program he used... and his eyes widened upon seeing that his item spawn had been successful with no repercussions whatsoever. And sure enough, by the time he doubled-back to the game window, a system message had popped up in the log in the corner. The orb had already been used on him by Eir, and it did just what he wanted it to do: the Charm effect was gone.
He hurriedly pulled the visor of his M2D back over his eyes.
Everything in front of Vance was just smoke and fuzzy, barely recognizable shapes. But life was in his eyes again. He was free from Lanceor's enthrallment. A small smirk formed on his lips as the thought of payback was already running through his mind, his fervor could barely be contained.
"Thanks for the assist, Eir!" he yelled, calling out through the smoke. "And to whoever the hell threw that Smokescreen, too!" Saying all that he felt needed to be said to them at that moment, he equipped his wings, as concentrated plasma fiercely erupted from his back. The Crusader sent himself upwards with Flight, flying up to the same level as the corrupted god of thunder.
"And you," Vance started, pointing his saber in the god's direction. "Nice trick. You really had me panicking for a moment, there. But how does it feel to be a complete tool whose lost control of both his body and free will?"
While his vision remained obscured by what was left from the smoke that got into his eyes, he only saw Lanceor as blurry mess of contrasting colors, but the god was the only one suspended in the air just like he was. Thus, Vance had no problem charging forward toward the God the way he did, sword arm pulled back as if prepared to slice the deity through. Yet before the two airborne beings could even come within three feet each other, the player disappeared from the god's reach - and before he could crash into the force field he didn't even realize was there - reappearing on the rooftops of one of the still standing buildings a fair distance away.
Storm Stepping (passive)(Target: Unit, Lvl.requirement: 15)
Once Thunderstorm is in place, instantly move to any spot a lightning has hit to easily cover ground.
Once Thunderstorm is in place, instantly move to any spot a lightning has hit to easily cover ground.
"I'll figure out what to do with you, later."
Despite his earlier predicament, Vance did catch snippets of the NPC soldiers' whispers and declarations about a suspicious dark lightning coming from one of their buildings. The same lightning, he noted to himself, that seemed to take control of both himself and Lanceor. He felt that if all the players wanted to get through this, they needed to take care of that before even trying to talk to Lanceor again.
The Crusader took off into the skies again and moved as fast as the game would allow him, this time flying toward one of the other rooftops that emitted a strange and powerful, yet unholy light. And he didn't even need clear vision to see that its bolts of power shot towards the sky from the source.
"Must be it..."