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Post by Kamikawa Hibiki on Apr 21, 2020 22:51:45 GMT
The more that things change, the more that they stay the same. No matter whether it was part of his work as a Doctor or a Magus, Kamikawa Hibiki was a man sought after by many. His days were packed full more often than not and precious little time was given for him to do as he pleased. Not even death could free up his calendar. Doctor Kamikawa had played a role in the creation of the problems that plagued the world. Some would even go so far as to say that he was the cause of all the world’s problems right now. Truth be told, he would only call that a slight exaggeration. Kamikawa Hibiki was many things. Habitual flirt, fashionista, doctor, magus, man who ordered the attack that caused The Shattering which plunged humanity into an unprecedented period of chaos, and Caster. One of those tends to get him in a lot more trouble than the rest. You’ll never guess which one. In the aftermath of The Shattering, the good doctor had found himself reincarnated thanks to the Throne of Heroes. Well, reincarnated was a strong word for it. He was dragged back to Earth as no more than an avatar of what he once was. A heroic spirit. The Servant, Caster. Of course the circumstances of his summoning were an amusing enough tale, but that is one that has already been told. Instead, this time we shall hear the tale of the first bad idea he had after being summoned.
Approximately Five Minutes After Being Summoned
He had come to grips with his situation rather quickly. His final gambit, his hail mary, the idea that should have saved humanity from one of the great evils of Magi had instead brought forth untold suffering. As a Doctor, he was a failure. As a Magus, he was much the same for having forsaken a chance to acquire the Root, no matter how slim. Those were all indisputable facts. Atonement. That was the focus of his journey with a second chance at “life” on Earth. It was hard to truly call it life though. His body looked real, and felt real, but it was naught by a lie forged of mana. Astral forms and all their features were knowledge that he was more than familiar with. As a Master in the Sixth Holy Grail War, he was well aware of what this form was. He no longer needed sleep nor food, so long as he had mana. In his eyes that meant he had more time to try and right the wrongs of his recent past, at least so long as his body could stay tethered to this world. What he needed before he could begin was a test. No, an assessment. Before he could plan a way to save the world he had to know what he was capable of. Where did his limits lie? Had he gained power from this form, or was he weaker? How had the legend of his acts changed his capabilities? Did his current lack of a master pose a significant problem, or was it one that could be largely ignored as long as he didn’t stray too far from the tether of Chaldea? He only knew one way to answer those questions for sure. A trial by fire, by combat. It was with that goal in mind that Hibiki sought out the only other Servant in Chaldea at that time. He hadn’t yet been told who they were, but he had been told he was the second to be summoned. Once he found the other Servant, his heart sank. It couldn’t be. What cruel twist of fate was it to reunite them like this? “Yoko.” His voice caught in his throat as he called out to the woman who had been his Servant only a moment ago. No, it wasn’t a moment ago. Days, maybe weeks. He knew that. And he knew that was their relationship no longer. His hand no longer burned with the heat of command seals and his mana no longer flowed towards her. At that moment, they were the same. “Sorry, do I know you?”Once more his heart sank. Of course she didn’t remember him. She was a Servant, summoned from the Throne of Heroes. She wasn’t the same woman he had battled beside in Fuyuki. Well, she was, but she wasn’t. It was the same person, but not the same version of her. Brow furrowed, he rubbed his temples as he attempted to figure out what he was supposed to say in a situation like this. Normally he was quick witted and charming, but a situation like this was basically impossible to prepare for. How often did one get to reincarnate only to find that the person that had killed them had forgotten they even existed? Not often. Hopefully. After a few moments of rather awkward silence he decided that, given what he knew of Yoko, she was smart enough to handle the truth of the matter. Most of it at least. “You do, but you don’t at the same time. We worked together in the Sixth Holy Grail War. I was your Master then, but not any longer.” He held up his hands to show the absence of any command seals. “Nowadays, I’m afraid I’ve gone ahead and become no more than the Servant Caster. Kamikawa Hibiki, at your service.”With those words he bowed deeply. A sign of respect for the Servant he had battled alongside. Even if she didn’t remember that war, it was one he would never forget. Strange as the situation was to him, it was also borderline perfect. He knew her strengths, her weaknesses. She was the perfect one to test himself against. He rose from his bow and locked eyes with the woman that was once his Servant. An intensity burned in his eyes that showed a conviction he had lacked until a moment ago. “I’m still trying to figure out this Servant body. Rider, would you be so kind as to give me a spar? I need to assess my limits as I am now.” It was a question, but it sounded like an order. His Charisma alone made it hard to resist his request. {Stats and Skills} [attr="class","subheaderbghalf"] [attr="class","subheader"]//Stats | [attr="class","subheaderbghalf"] [attr="class","subheader"]//Skills | [attr="class","paracontenthalfnoborder"]
Strength: E[break]
Speed: C[break]
Endurance: D-[break]
Magical Power: A[break]
Magical Capacity: B[break]
Noble Phantasm: EX+[break]
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Multi-Class EX (Ruler)
Magecraft: All Schools - A (Class Skill)
High Quality Magic Circuits - EX (Rank A from Class Skill)
Legendary Noble Phantasm - D
Mana Detection - D
Surgical Procedures - B
Divine Beauty - A
Analysis - B
High Speed Divine Words - A
Charisma - C
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Post by Kusanagi Yoko on Apr 22, 2020 3:06:37 GMT
Fate was indeed a cruel mistress. Life was often unkind to Kusanagi Yoko. In her life, the real one, she had lived in a world of strife and war. Her actions had done something to make the world a better place, but now that world was hers no more. Times change, but war never does. Sure, the mechanics of a war might change. Swords to guns. Guns to bombs. Bombs to giant robots. You know how it goes. But Yoko had been summoned from a realm beyond time into a war of the Magi, and she had ended that war as well. Unfortunately it had been with far less success than her wars amongst the stars. But she remembered nothing of her war on Earth. That was the pain of the Throne of Heroes. It was not a life. The person who had participated in the Sixth Holy Grail could be called Yoko, but it was not her. It was the idea of Yoko shoved into the concept of the Servant Class Rider. Her “revival” in a second summoning by Chaldea left her with no memory of those events directly. Someone had told her about it. A briefing. Right? That’s what there always was, but it was foggy. It was like she had read a book about it, rather than having lived through it herself. When a man had come to see her and called her by name, her response had been an instinctive and honest one. “Sorry, do I know you?” The words hadn’t been seen with an intent of harm, but even though steely trap that was Yoko’s heart knew those words had cut deeper than any blade could. Her gaze was cast downwards. What was that feeling within her? Embarrassment? Doubt? Regret? Something pulled at her mind but she couldn’t place it. Not right away at least. Answers aren’t always wanted when a question is asked. Conflicted emotions welled up within her when Hibiki explained he had been her master in the Sixth Holy Grail War. She had been briefed on the situation. The meeting was a blur. Why couldn’t she remember it? Still, she knew she had been briefed. Supposedly she had destroyed something called the Grail and that was the cause of an unprecedented disaster. Yoko had no memory of that, but this was the second time she’d heard about it within the day. He seemed sincere enough. The pain in his eyes couldn’t hide that he believed his words. For some time she mulled over his words. The claim of having been her Master was one that she was willing to accept due to the conviction in his voice, even if she couldn’t remember the events. She assessed the man before her. He seemed to pose no threat to a skilled warrior like herself. Granted, she couldn’t detect mana, and he claimed to be a Caster class Servant. Didn’t seem like she was the best judge of whether or not he was a threat, now did it? Given a lack of ability to sense his raw power, she simply trusted her gut. He was powerful, but not a God. She could take him. That’s what she felt. And it wouldn’t hurt for her to test her capabilities either. “Very well Caster, I accept your mission.” She turned to and began to leave. “There’s a training area we can use safely. This way.” Though she had only been in Chaldea for a short time, Yoko had already located a suitable space. That was within her nature. Training and combat simulations were a requirement, a necessity. Naturally, finding a room that was suitable for such activities had been one of her first self-assigned missions. Once she arrived at the room, Yoko swiped a keycard on the door and made her way inside. It was, ultimately, a rather uninteresting looking room. It was a large open room that seemed to stretch on for an impossible length in every direction. Rider looked back at Caster and simply stated the obvious. “Magecraft.” She got some distance from Caster before she turned to face him once more. Yoko settled into a fairly relaxed fighting stance with her left foot forward. No more words needed to be spoken. A simple “come hither” gesture was all she offered. The invitation was open. If Caster wanted a match, he had it. {Stats and Skills} [attr="class","subheaderbghalf"] [attr="class","subheader"]//Stats | [attr="class","subheaderbghalf"] [attr="class","subheader"]//Skills | [attr="class","paracontenthalfnoborder"]
Strength: A+[break]
Agility: A-[break]
Endurance: B+[break]
Magical Power: E-[break]
Magical Capacity: D+[break]
Noble Phantasm: A-[break]
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Multi-Class EX (Ruler)
Martial Arts - A - Krav Maga (Three ranks from Class Skill)
Weapon - A - Swords (Two ranks from Class Skill)
Knowledge - Heroic Lore - C (free servant rank)
Riding - A (Class Skill)
Analysis - C
Pain Tolerance - B
Mana Burst - A
Instinct - B
Bravery - B
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Post by Kamikawa Hibiki on Apr 23, 2020 2:10:58 GMT
Right then. It was a fight. Against Yoko. WHY DID HE THINK THIS WAS A GOOD IDEA!? He was about to get absolutely destroyed and he knew it. Hibiki was completely aware of her combat capabilities, and he knew that in terms of raw speed and power he was no match for her. It didn’t take any real thought to know that he would need to rely on his Noble Phantasm to even have a chance of inflicting damage. But that was something new to him. He hadn’t used it in combat before. Strangely, despite that, he felt a mastery over it, as if the power had been with him for decades. He found that he inherently knew what it was, as well as all its strengths and weaknesses. A combination of magecraft from his lifetime bound together under their guiding theme. Reikiji. {Begin Music - Fate/Stay Night VN OST - Emiya (Original Version)} Once more he bowed to Rider, to Yoko. He did not take a fighting stance, for he neither knew any martial arts nor had any hope at surviving a round of fisticuffs with Yoko. Instead, he simply began an incantation that his former Servant would have surely remembered, if only she remembered him. But she didn’t. She had no clue what his abilities were, or how they worked. That was his biggest hope for something that even vaguely resembled offering a challenge. “I swear to fulfill this oath and covenant:
These hands exist only to heal the sick.
By my unwavering oath shall mankind be saved!
Reikiji Hitsu!” A bright white flash of light erupted outwards from the Caster. A magnificent display of the raw force of the mana that he could channel through his circuits. Hibiki had always been rather gifted in that department, but his summoning as Caster had reinforced his prowess even more. There was no doubt that, even without any innate ability to detect mana, Yoko would have felt the sheer weight of the power that was displayed to her. There were others who exceeded the sheer quantity of circuits he possessed, but probably none who were amongst the living. As the white light subsided, the partially released form of his Noble Phantasm was revealed. Over top of his doctor’s coat was a large sling that bound a roll of cloth to his back. Before Yoko had much of a chance to do anything two sheets of cloth had already flown off the roll on his back. Though Hibiki himself was no speedster, his fabric moved at a speed matched only by the fastest among even Servants. The fabric, or rather the Reikiji, tore itself asunder just as soon as it had entered the world. Small sections, each no more than a single foot squared in size, raced all across the battlefield. Two distinct patterns were visible. First among the patterns of Reikiji was The Eye. This pattern is signified by black Eye of Providence, otherwise known as the all seeing eye, which is emblazoned on a white background. The second pattern of Reikiji is thin red Pinstripes on a white background. These pinstripes are not perfectly straight, and often seem to fractally branch out along the surface of the cloth at sharp angles. Though it was unknown to Yoko given she did not remember these spells from when they were mere magecraft, each pattern held a unique ability. Hibiki could see and hear from The Eye as if it were his own body. With that scattered across the battlefield he had no blindspots and it was quite impossible to sneak up on him. As for Pinstripes, that sheet served as an extension of his magic circuits. Wherever Pinstripes were, which was all over the battlefield, he could launch an attack as if his hands were there. Battlefield Control. Omnipresence. Omni-awareness. This was the power of Reikiji. This was the might of Kamikawa Hibiki, the Servant Caster! He raised his right hand towards Yoko and uttered a single-count incantation. “Disappear into Cinders.” At his level of prowess the incantation wasn’t even vaguely necessary. It was a courtesy, nothing more. The Doctor had long ago discovered the lost language of the divine and learned to cast spells through their power. To cast such a basic spell he needed merely to desire its existence. A blast of fire erupted from his hands and raced out towards Yoko. It was no major threat to a Servant of her level. Though Hibiki knew that Yoko lacked any form of magical resistance, he also knew that she would have no problems avoiding a single spell as weak as Ember was. That was why he did not launch a single spell. He announced one, but cast five copies of the spell in that instant. While Yoko would obviously see the one coming right at her head on, there were four identical balls of fire, all on a course to hit her at the same time. One from each side, one from behind, and one from above. None was a great threat by itself, but could she dodge five fireballs at once? {Combat Notes}
Attacks are five casts of Ember. One from the front, back, each side, and directly above.
1275/1400 Mana
-50 for 5x Ember
-75 for Noble Phantasm Released at Rank B
Active Reikiji:
Both sheets are scattered throughout the battlefield in a purposely random pattern in one foot by one foot segments.
-1x Pinstripes
-1x The Eye |
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Post by Kusanagi Yoko on Apr 23, 2020 15:13:18 GMT
Patience was a virtue. Yoko sat back and allowed Hibiki to run through his initial incantation. She could have attempted to end the find in that first instant, before Caster could even prepare himself, but she did not. This was a sparring match not a battle to the death. She had no need to kill him, and thus she had no desire to to take him out instantly. This was supposed to be a test of skill. To test something, it must be explored. She would allow him that luxury just this once. She hadn’t expected the sheer overwhelming presence that his mana had. She was no magus, but she could clearly tell that this was something that exceeded the bounds of magecraft. Such an immense amount of mana could only point to a single conclusion. Noble Phantasm. He had invoked his trump card immediately. She couldn’t fault him for that. Hers was a summon after all. Sure, she could fight without it, but it did put her at a disadvantage compared to her potential. It seemed that Hibiki was much the same way. Surely he wouldn’t open up the fight with a Noble Phantasm if his power was a one-and-done ability. Even though she could rationalize the decision, that didn’t negate the awareness of just how much more vast his reserves were compared to her own. Just the mere act of releasing his Noble Phantasm flooded the room with enough raw mana to compete with Yoko’s entire capacity. That probably wasn’t a great sign. At first she was happy to sit back and observe though. While it seemed that Hibiki needed some degree of setup time in order to function at his best, she was happy to take that extra time to try and figure out how his power worked. Caster only granted her a few seconds while he completed his preparations, but that was enough. Whatever his power was, it covered the entire battlefield. From visual appearance alone, his Noble Phantasm appeared to be simple cloth. How strange. What place did fabric have on the battlefield? Surely it had some sort of purpose, but she hadn’t gotten that far yet. There were two distinct patterns. An eyeball in a triangle, and some stripey thing. The first one was quite obviously an eye. The second though? Arteries maybe? It would make sense if his Noble Phantasm related to anatomy somehow. He was a doctor after all. Though she had been granted enough time to figure that much out, that was all she had time for. “Disappear into Cinders.” {Start Music - Naruto Shippuden OST 1 - Reverse Situation} That he bothered to use such a basic incantation was clearly done as a gesture of respect. A warning. Yoko didn’t know the depths of his abilities, but surely a Caster class Servant did not need an incantation for something as basic as the spell that he cast. It was a flaming orb, not much larger than Yoko’s fist. Was he mocking her? It was so pathetically slow. So small. So weak. That was the spell of a novice, not a Caster. A realization set in. Her instinct reacted first. She rushed headlong at the attack she could see. Her gut had told her that it was the distraction, and she had caught the attacks coming from either side out of the corner of her eyes. By advancing towards that first Ember she dodged three of the other four with no issue. As for the one in front of her, she merely spun right passed it as she advanced towards Caster. That spin was the most fortunate move she could have made. As her head whipped round she saw the fifth fireball as it hurtled towards her. Too late! Without any natural talent for mana detection, and already in the midst of dodging one attack, she couldn’t react in time to shift her weight in a way that let her dodge both attacks at once. Fire engulfed her abdomen as she cursed her overconfidence. She hadn’t expected the battle to begin with an attack from that many directions at once. Pain coursed through her body for a moment before adrenaline took over. She was lucky that it was such a low level spell. Had Hibiki gone all-out from the start it was possible that she would have taken serious damage right there. A moment was all that attack bought the caster. Yes, Yoko was wounded, but it was only a minor wound. WIth her endurance it would take a lot more to put her down for the count. She faltered, but a second later her advance towards Caster resumed at full speed. The gap between them was physically large. Easily dozens of feet. That mattered little. Yoko’s speed was among the best that a Servant could achieve. Her strength lay primarily in her physical prowess. That gap was closed within an instant. At this stage of the battle, all she attacked with was a single blow. A right cross with all her weight and strength behind it, thrown directly at his sternum. She had no clue of his capabilities. She had no clue how physically weak he was. Casters weren’t known for physical strength, but Hibiki was exceptionally weak even by the standards of a Caster. His strength was only average for a normal human. If this blow connected unmitigated, it could kill him instantly. If he wanted to live, he needed to do something. {Combat Notes}
One right cross thrown targeting sternum
Current Wounds:
-1x minor burn wound to abs |
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Post by Kamikawa Hibiki on Apr 24, 2020 1:22:21 GMT
Okay, yeah, this was definitely a bad idea. That was all Hibiki really had time to think about before Yoko was on top of him. She had barely even flinched when an Ember had hit her. He should have known better than to think that such a weak attack would slow her down for more than a moment. Thankfully, it had bought him just enough extra time to be able to react to her attack. A third sheet of Reikiji had been prepared. This one had a new pattern. Well, new to Yoko anyway. A series of blue grids overlayed on the same white background as the other patterns. This was Tattersall, a pattern that symbolized the role of doctors as the protector of mankind. Just as doctors practiced preventative care, Tattersall was his prevention measure. Between the delay of Yoko tanking one Ember, and the early start Hibiki had from assuming that Yoko would try to come hit him (because duh, they were fighting), he had had just enough time to wrap the sheet of Tattersall around him into a set of Reikiji Bindings. No sooner had the fabric wrapped around him and transformed into a proper outfit than was it impacted by Rider’s fist. For the tiniest fraction of a second he thought that was good enough. Sounds of ripping fabric filled his ears as he felt himself fly backwards into the wall behind him. The air was knocked out of him instantly. His mind took a moment to register what had just happened. Tattersall wasn’t strong enough? Was he just that weak, or had he underestimated his former Servant that much? He wasn’t sure. Thanks to his expertise as a healer, especially his formal training in surgery, he could tell right away that the damage wasn’t anything to write home about. Tattersall had managed to take most of the impact, even if his newly formed shirt now had a giant hole blasted through it. {Begin Music - Noragami OST - Misogi} The shirt naturally began to stitch itself back together, as was the case with any damaged Reikiji. A quick focus aligned his circuits into the needed pattern for a familiar thaumaturgy. Cure Minor Wound was self cast. Between those recovery actions he was back up to peak shape. Though Yoko certainly was a threatening fighter, Hibiki would be hard to put down between Tattersall and his healing. Well, that was true as long as his mana held out. There was no doubt that Yoko would approach again. Hibiki didn’t have the luxury of sitting around and forming a plan. Then again, what all could he do? Was his only hope actually to go for a big spell already? It’s not like he could attack meaningfully without a big spell, but he also didn’t have the mana reserves to just fire them off willy nilly either. He didn’t have time to think about it! There was no other choice! His body slumped down as he picked him off the wall and forced an exhale. His palms faced both towards each other and just slightly outwards. He let himself hang limp, as if he had taken far more damage than he actually had. Hibiki was no actor, but perhaps Yoko would read too much into his posture? The Caster began to focus his mana, but he did not release it. Not right away anyway. He knew that he had no hopes of keeping up with Yoko if they both went all out, but he could still react to her if he was ready. Their first clash had taught him that much. Once Yoko advanced on him again he waited until it seemed like it would be impossible for him to dodge. Given their difference in speed that gave him exactly enough to to tell Yoko she had misjudged the situation. He had time to say only a single word, but that was all that was needed to tell her she was playing this way too recklessly. “Conflagration.” Fire roared out from his hands with an insane amount of power. This was among the most powerful fire spells known to anyone, be they Magus or Caster. In terms of sheer size, the attack instantly blossomed up to the size of a skyscraper. Evasion was utterly impossible. As far as Hibiki could tell, Yoko had disappeared in the flames. It was a dirty, underhanded trick on his part, but he had expected Rider to be able to deal with an attack like that. Had he gone too far? The blast of fire had completely obscured her from his view, but he wasn’t dumb enough to stand there and wait to see the result. While he had the chance to do so, Hibiki hastily retreated to the far side of the arena. He wanted to be ready for whatever counterattack was sure to come. He knew better than to assume Yoko would be down from a single attack. She was the Servant who had won the Sixth Holy Grail War. The Servant Rider. Kusanagi Yoko. Even if he had managed one or two lucky hits, there was no way he was strong enough to win this… right? {Combat Notes}
Attack is to wait for Yoko to approach and fire off Conflagration point blank. Technically this is a godmod, but I control both characters so lol. If Yoko was controlled by someone else, then the conflagration would be conditional on her approaching, and would be invalidated otherwise.
890/1400 Mana
-10 for Reikiji Bindings
-50 for Cure Minor Wounds (heals the wound taken from Yoko)
-250 for Conflagration
-75 for Noble Phantasm Released at Rank B
Active Reikiji:
-1x Pinstripes (scattered)
-1x The Eye (scattered)
-1x Tattersall (as Bindings) |
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Post by Kusanagi Yoko on Apr 25, 2020 19:11:25 GMT
{Start Music - Gundam 00 OST 1 - Innovation} Yoko was a bit surprised by the results of her first hit. At first she was surprised that Hibiki seemed to have taken so much damage from the attack. Was he that weak that he couldn’t withstand even a single punch from her? He wasn’t dead, but he definitely had gone flying and seemed to have taken a good bit of damage. And then he was totally fine? What the fuck!? It must have been something to do with that fabric that covered him at the last minute. Surely some fabric couldn’t stop her for long. Yoko charged back in with the same type of attack as before. It had worked once. It would work again. No, no it would not work again. The flames washed over her body as she braced for the devastation that she couldn’t possibly avoid. She had managed to fling her left arm out in time to catch the brunt of the blast, but there was no way she could have dodged an attack like that point blank. There simply wasn’t enough time. Her skin cracked, blistered, and melted. She couldn’t win against the pain of her flesh liquifying. Yoko screamed in pain as the fire engulfed her arm and left nothing untouched. She had underestimated Caster, yes, but she wasn’t out of this fight just yet. Her left arm hung limply at her side, and her breath came in ragged, labored movements. She would not back down. Not yet. Every movement sent a jolt of pain through her body, but she pushed through it with a surge of adrenaline. It was time to get serious. She was no Caster. She didn’t have a fancy incantation to bring for her power. She had but a simple phrase. “I AM GUNDAM!” {Change Music - Gundam 00 OST 4 - TRANS-AM RAISER} Though her power was dwarfed in comparison to Hibiki’s when it came to raw reserves of mana, this was an area that Yoko held a dominating advantage. An explosion of light that exceeded Hibiki’s own blasted out to reveal Rider’s Noble Phantasm: Alloy Gundam. Rider was nowhere to be seen any longer. She was tucked away in the cockpit of a monstrous giant robot. Her mech stood at a towering 75 feet tall. Its unfinished metal exterior showed that no effort was wasted on things like prettying it up. No, this was a machine of war, whose sole purpose was to kill the enemy. It was not a symbol of hope, but a bringer of death. As soon as it was brought forth, Alloy Gundam’s systems began to initialize. The act of summoning Alloy Gundam was not an easy one, especially without a Master to reinforce Yoko’s magical circuits. Her mana capacity was abysmal. Barely enough to even summon her Noble Phantasm. Between the wounds she had taken from Hibiki and the strain of deploying her Noble Phantasm, she was fairly spent. Rather than directing Alloy Gundam herself, Yoko simply let the AI of the system determine the proper moves. Its first action was to ensure that all systems functioned normally. A robotic voice chimed out to Yoko within the cockpit. “Beginning initialization. Hydraulic Pressure ideal. Thruster fuel: full. GN Drive startup okay. Output nominal. Psychoframe system activation success. All systems Green. Alloy Gundam, online. May your blade bring justice to the world.” Those startup checks had taken a moment. Yoko could have bypassed those automated checks, but the pain she was in had her fine with just resting for a moment. Of course that meant Hibiki had an opening, but what could he do about something like this anyway? No one could beat Alloy Gundam. With the activation sequence complete, mana began to flow back into Rider from the Gundam. The two of them could share mana freely, just as a Master and Servant could. The difference was that as soon as mana poured back into Yoko, it was replenished by Alloy Gundam’s GN Drive. Though it would take some time to do so, her mana expenditure would eventually be refilled completely through Alloy Gundam’s systems. Yoko proclaimed her orders to her Noble Phantasm’s AI. “Alloy, crush him.” “Roger.” A tower shield bloomed on its left arm, and a blade grew in its right hand. Four more blades detached from their holsters on Alloy Gundam’s hips and deployed to full size as they hovered around the Gundam. “That was a good shot Caster, but you won’t get a third chance to injure me.”Her voice boomed out from the speakers within Alloy Gundam. Yoko was indeed serious. Each of the blades that her mech wielded were dozens of feet long and weighed hundreds, if not thousands, of pounds. The force of a single swing was more than enough to destroy a building between such a blow’s strength and the sheer size of the weapon wielded. And then four of those flew straight at Hibiki. This was the Psychoframe System. It allowed Alloy Gundam, in combination with Yoko, to wield up to four of its weapons or shields with telekinetic control. Could Hibiki possibly counter an onslaught from four gargantuan blades at once? Even if he blocked them once, they would just swing again. How long could his mana reserves possibly hold out against an unending onslaught like this? {Combat Notes}
Four blades, each roughly 48 feet long and weighing about a ton each, are attacking Hibiki using Rank B+ speed and Rank A- strength (Alloy Gundam’s stats). The attacks lack any finesse, and are just attempting to fly at him given that the blades are much larger than he is. If he dodges, they will simply circle round and continue to fly after him so long as Alloy Gundam can detect him.
Current Wounds:
-1x minor burn wound to abs
-1x major burn to left arm
Yoko’s Mana: 150/400
-350 for Alloy Gundam Summoning
+100 from Mana Transfer from Alloy Gundam |
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