Post by ~Panzerschurke~ on Mar 3, 2017 21:06:27 GMT
Carbide had indeed been a bit sloppy in the last minuets of the fight, she allowed herself to get focussed in, but then again, given what was at stake, how could she not be? It was her dear friend and her focust had to be entirely on the task at hand.
Unfortunately she had not picked up on the drone, floating up behind her silently in the air, all she saw was Dolomite call out her name, and then a flurry of cluster missiles launching from compartments in the mechanism's hand and forearm, hissing and sizzling as they broke apart in the air into a veritable hornet swarm of micronized guided ordinance.
Moving to shield herself with her plethora of forearms and fists, she is caught of guard by a burning piercing sensation, somewhow burrowing right through the defenses of her sturdy projection, and set her whole form on fire in a way that no lava field could ever hope to do.
in her 3600 years, Carbide had never before run afoul of a gem destabilizer charge.. and right now it would be safe to say that this sensation had very quickly worked its way up the ranks into a position of relative prestige in Carbide's "Bottom 10 List" .. a list of 10 things that she would say sucked the absolute worst..
Adding futher torment to the already wracking sensation of the destabilizer prongs, the flurry of explosives bathe the entire area surrounding her in potent explosions that rock the round and echo through the kindergarten. The maelstrom being more than enough to blast the drone to smithereens, however the damage had already been done. As the smoke and dust settles, Carbide's projeciton seemed to be in a slow motion free fall her various body segments glowing like spent embers as gaps of light and fractures appeared across her form, segments of various limbs falling or rather floating away while her gem core seemed to flicker and sputter.
Inside her mind Carbide was screaming, this couldnt be how it could end. If she lost now, agate could relapse, or maybe Obsidian would control the dolomite armor and capture her core or do worse! Shatter her! She couldnt lose like this, it would be the end of her, and mean perpetual servitude for her friend.
As her projection pieces continued to fall, some of them bouncing off the goround and beginning to flicker away, her voice seemed to roar out, emmanating from her gem itself as she made a last ditch decison to push on ...."RRRR..... NOO!!"
Her shattered projection, in pieces would seem to halt in the air, as if time had stood still, whatever she had left for energy in her gem is released and a web of fine lines of energy begin to flicker and dart back and forth, stitching the broken components of her projection back together as if with red hot wire, iridescent cracks formed sporadically across the skin of her form.. press-ganged back into service by a mix of stubborn rage and determination, but her window of opportinity was very short.. and it hurt .. a lot.. and she probably looked like what passed as nightmare fuel as far as gems were concerned. It was the self same ability that had saved her life 1000 years ago, when she was fired on by the Index Cannon of a Hand Ship from low orbit..
Her form wavered and steamed in the downpour as she raised one arm and shook her index finger.... "Uh Uh uh. . . gotta kill me twice, you indignant chunk of lava-glass! You don't get to control him or me ever again!" And with that, she Lunged!
Unfortunately she had not picked up on the drone, floating up behind her silently in the air, all she saw was Dolomite call out her name, and then a flurry of cluster missiles launching from compartments in the mechanism's hand and forearm, hissing and sizzling as they broke apart in the air into a veritable hornet swarm of micronized guided ordinance.
Moving to shield herself with her plethora of forearms and fists, she is caught of guard by a burning piercing sensation, somewhow burrowing right through the defenses of her sturdy projection, and set her whole form on fire in a way that no lava field could ever hope to do.
in her 3600 years, Carbide had never before run afoul of a gem destabilizer charge.. and right now it would be safe to say that this sensation had very quickly worked its way up the ranks into a position of relative prestige in Carbide's "Bottom 10 List" .. a list of 10 things that she would say sucked the absolute worst..
Adding futher torment to the already wracking sensation of the destabilizer prongs, the flurry of explosives bathe the entire area surrounding her in potent explosions that rock the round and echo through the kindergarten. The maelstrom being more than enough to blast the drone to smithereens, however the damage had already been done. As the smoke and dust settles, Carbide's projeciton seemed to be in a slow motion free fall her various body segments glowing like spent embers as gaps of light and fractures appeared across her form, segments of various limbs falling or rather floating away while her gem core seemed to flicker and sputter.
Inside her mind Carbide was screaming, this couldnt be how it could end. If she lost now, agate could relapse, or maybe Obsidian would control the dolomite armor and capture her core or do worse! Shatter her! She couldnt lose like this, it would be the end of her, and mean perpetual servitude for her friend.
As her projection pieces continued to fall, some of them bouncing off the goround and beginning to flicker away, her voice seemed to roar out, emmanating from her gem itself as she made a last ditch decison to push on ...."RRRR..... NOO!!"
Her shattered projection, in pieces would seem to halt in the air, as if time had stood still, whatever she had left for energy in her gem is released and a web of fine lines of energy begin to flicker and dart back and forth, stitching the broken components of her projection back together as if with red hot wire, iridescent cracks formed sporadically across the skin of her form.. press-ganged back into service by a mix of stubborn rage and determination, but her window of opportinity was very short.. and it hurt .. a lot.. and she probably looked like what passed as nightmare fuel as far as gems were concerned. It was the self same ability that had saved her life 1000 years ago, when she was fired on by the Index Cannon of a Hand Ship from low orbit..
Her form wavered and steamed in the downpour as she raised one arm and shook her index finger.... "Uh Uh uh. . . gotta kill me twice, you indignant chunk of lava-glass! You don't get to control him or me ever again!" And with that, she Lunged!