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Post by OmegaBearBeast on Jan 29, 2014 2:12:42 GMT -5
The Military Mecha, RANGER!
- V E R S U S -The Moth of Moonlight, MARMUTH!
Ref: That would be our friendly Distortion Lord, the Giratina!
(Please prepare my grave.)
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Post by Tenshi the Sunkern on Jan 29, 2014 2:13:58 GMT -5
POST THE INTROS...
Only then can I start preparing KC's grave for her... freshly dead spirits are the best kind to ferry back to Higan.
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Post by Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual on Jan 29, 2014 2:54:57 GMT -5
WARNING: ANOMALY DETECTED! WARNING ANOMALY DETECTED!
The message, though displayed from the console of RAGU V. 3 in large, flashing block letters, went unnoticed by Oscar Wilson, who was sprawled unconscious across the controls of his machine. The pilot was a hardy, tough man who was hard to knock down by any means, but a series of bizarre events had managed to put him out of commission. First, there was the battle against Atrochus- a huge, particularly mean creature that was a cross between an alligator and a garfish. Heavily armored and armed with wicked teeth, speed, and girth, the monstrous mutation had been battling RAGU, more commonly known as "Ranger," the GAAF mech that was relied on to repel such dangerous Aberrative threats, to a standstill.
Then the shift had happened.
After an especially hard hit from Arochus, there had been a... change, a warp in space. He was in Orlando, trying to keep the beast from destroying one of the many popular theme parks there, in one instant and then, in the next, he was not. Instead, he had been flying, hurtling across the space between worlds. It had been a chaotic, confusing, dizzying experience that, when combined with the trauma of a head wound that he had received during the fight, had pushed the pilot beyond his limits and made consciousness slip away...
And now he woke up in a different world.
"Uhng," groaned the big Scottish pilot. He raised his head off of the central controls to RAGU, a small pool of blood laying cold above the weapon dials. The gash that the fluid had flowed from was mysterious absent from his temple though. Not understanding, Oscar looked around. He did not recognize his surrounding. He tried to move Ranger's legs, but the machine was bogged down by mud and water. He was in... a swamp? Lensed eyes of golden light looked around, bathing the mossy trees and murky water in soft yellow glow. A huge marshland was woven around him- not just huge in area, but in height as well. Some of the treetops towered over the mech's head!
"W-where am 'ay?"
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Post by OmegaBearBeast on Jan 29, 2014 11:19:26 GMT -5
As if the Scottish pilot did not have enough confusion to deal with, more confusion would come his way. The skies above he and his machine darkened, as though the lights emanating from Ranger had been turned off, or something was playing with his golden visor. Was it the fault of some lightness parameters, or the night was simply falling quite fast in this new, alien world?
The answer was "none of the above", because what was coming for him was not merely confusing, it was outright incomprehensible.
It was something that could bend the very fundamental forces of the universe. It was a mysterious being capable of altering cosmic forces to its every whim. A mystical guardian that defied the universe itself on a daily basis!
Ranger looked around him, his gold-tainted lights piercing the descending darkness. A large, pale moon appeared at the horizon, and pale stars appeared one by one to circle it. Appearing in the induced night's sky, wings creating a fluttering sound not unlike that of a vampire's cape, was the deal itself -
Marmuth, the Moth of Moonlight!
Her blazing red eyes glowing like those of the fabled Mothman and cold mist escaping her maw, Marmuth flew closer to what was soon going to be facing her in battle. A trail of stardust flowed behind the furry mane that adorned her back. She blended well with the night scenery - not that this was going to deter a machine and its visor, though.
The deity slowed her flying to detail Ranger. By simply poking into the pilot's mind, she instantly knew all there was to know about him. Even before looking in his mind, her omniscience could feel his confusion. If she was able to communicate, the fellow guardian would have comforted him; she had been confused at first, too. Only by demanding to know her captives' intentions was she aware of what was going on. She was apparently going to be fighting for the amusement of many. Not only this irked her, but the fact that her powers were put on a leash, preventing her from using it to its fullest to be free again, angered her further. One could have wondered what was more incomprehensible; Marmuth and her strange powers, or the fact that these immense powers were somehow controlled by the UCA?
She had better things to do as a Guardian than wasting her strength for entertainment, especially if she was going to fight a fellow hero. She would have preferred to deflate another evil being, but there was nothing she could do about it than oblige. Only the night she had induced and the fact that she was meeting a hero brought her some vague happiness.
So, raising her four paws to assume a combat-ready stance, Marmuth prepared for battle...
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Post by Tenshi the Sunkern on Jan 29, 2014 13:01:40 GMT -5
MONSTERS.... FIGHT!
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Post by Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual on Jan 29, 2014 23:36:21 GMT -5
The stance that Ranger took in response to the appearance of his foe was not one of a warrior, as might be expected of him, but rather a man confused. The poor pilot still did not understand what was going on around him, and the arrival of his enemy certainly had not helped in any regard.
Oscar gaped from within the brain-like cockpit of his mech. "What the hell? A moth?"
Marmuth lifted her hooked jaws and sang shrilly as if in response to his answer. The wings of the vast cosmic insect spread stardust with each beat. The dull swamp beneath her was doused with the glittering particles like creation itself blasting across the empty void of the time before time. Pale flames churned in the back of the insect's throat. Throwing her fanged maw forward, the guardian of the cosmos spewed a stream of atomic fire! The blast caught Ranger unawares, slamming into the chest of the war machine. The fury of the nuclear flames was parted easily by the treated armor of the mech, but the resulting explosion and pushing force was too great for the machine to fight without preparation. Like a tree under a lumberjack's axe, Ranger toppled backwards, his helmeted skull and plated back crashing through the oversized foliage and crushing trees. Inside the machine, though left unharmed because of the freely rotating compartment that he dictated the weapon's movement from, Oscar cursed aloud.
"Damn!" roared the great big Scottish man. "Course it's unfriendly. Dirty monsters always are. Well, Ranger, we aren't goin' ta' let that fly, are we? Firin' aurora ray now!"
As Ranger splashed down into the muddy water, a hot beam of wavering green light escaped from its jaws and scorched the air in a straight path at Marmuth. But the divine creature had predicted the action moments before it happened, and so released a broad cloud of reflective scales from its wings. Shrouded around the moth through the beat of her wings, the shiny scales guarded the insect from the searing heat of the aurora ray, which was harmless deflected. The bounced beam of wave energy slashed across the water at the feet of the newly risen Ranger.
"That didn't work," muttered Oscar. Sweat was already forming on his brow. "Maybe this will though."
With the click of a button, a swarm of missiles were fired from raised compartments on Ranger's calves and hips. The buzzing mass of missiles passed straight through the cloud of scales and erupted against Marmuth, engulfing her body in bright flames and smoke. Her scales were also scattered. The cosmic bug screeched as small bits of her body rained down. While the smoke and flares pouring from the Angel Missiles may have stolen the sight of most monsters, the Ghost of Fate was not most monsters. With her Sight Beyond Sight, the moth bore straight through the veil that her opponent hoped to blind her with, and what she saw was Ranger rising towards her like some metallic archangel on plentiful plumes of white fire.
Bringing the deadly V-Blades on his machine to bear, Oscar sliced clean through the smoke and a portion of Marmuth's wings!
The insect shrilled as a part of her wing was split open by the hardened edge of Ranger's axelike blade. Air suddenly rushing through the bug's wing where it had not before, Marmuth plunged before she had the time and calm of mind to simply readjust the pattern of her wingbeats to compensate. The Stardust Moth did eventually leveled off, but not until long after she had dropped below Ranger's altitude. Although it was hard on the warlike vehicle's fuel reserves, Oscar elected to maintain his hover for the time being.
"You can block 'em from below," mused the pilot aloud. "But does that trick work so well from above?"
An aurora beam sliced down at the moth again, and, just as with before, another cloud of scales peeled from the insect's huge wings, but this time there would be no mercy for the bug. The aurora beam struck home, scalding the center of mass of the insect like a lightning bolt and setting her body aflame so that her flesh drifted away as black ash. Because the scales came from the bottom of the moth's wings, the protective cloud had not had time to encircle its host before the beam from struck above! Laughing triumphantly upon seeing his tactic work, Oscar smugly disengaged Ranger's thrusters and allowed the gargantuan piece of machinery to plummet. He aimed the clawed feet right at the cratered section of Marmuth's burnt back...
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Post by OmegaBearBeast on Jan 30, 2014 11:59:46 GMT -5
"Of course it's unfriendly!" Lol, Oscar makes me laugh. :3
Marmuth could not immediately move out of the way, but she could at least reduce the damage she was about to be inflicted. With a flex of her cosmokinetic mind, she commanded the gravity of the area to be reduced. Even with the thrusters, Ranger's foot hit with considerably less power than it should have. Rather than utterly crushing the armor, it instead created simple cracks. Time itself seemed to flow to a stop as the murky waters around the two fighters floated upwards. Marmuth levitated like an archangel, but this was no time to be flashy. As gravity gradually returned to normal, the Ghost of Fate took flight on her own. Her stinger raised and came down like a spiky jackhammer.
CRUNCH!
The spiked stinger, surging with cosmic fire, dug into Ranger's left shoulder. Although the armor could tank large amounts of damage, Marmuth knew after prodding in the pilot's mind that she had to apply an extra "hmph" to bypass it. With this in mind, she had coated her stinger with cosmic fire and elevated the gravity pulling at her tail's stinger to make it several times heavier than it actually was - the power behind the hit was more gravity than force of swinging. Not only this, but the cosmic fire she added as extra vaporized armor and circuitry around it! The spikes next to the stinger along with the stinger itself carved around the shoulder, splitting circuitry on their way. They cupped the articulation like a claw in a toy machine - the stinger behind the shoulder, where it actually stung, and the two spikes sliding on either side of the shoulder in front. All around them, the armor was cracked like an eggshell, as some bits of it flew to ashes after being touched by the cosmic fire. A plume of destruction rose from the point of impact, but broken, vaporized armor and split wires that spat sparks was not the brunt of the attack. Marmuth's stinger - its tip having planted itself into one of the wires, one that had not been broken - injected its payload into it. Like blood in a vein, the Lunar Venom dispersed into the circuitry freely. Venom that had overflowed instead found its way into other circuits; those that had already been opened up. Not only this disturbed the system, preventing any movement from the arm, it would also make Marmuth's next move much more potent...
A bright Corona Beam split the darkness of the induced night and struck Ranger's wounded shoulder dead on, lifting another plume of smoke and sparks along with an electrifying explosion. It was no coincidence that Marmuth had ripped off the armor there before firing her blast - she was well aware that the mech's armor withstood beams. By injecting her venom first and bypassing the armor in the process, she had thus, as the saying went, "killed two birds with one stone". The beam tore off masses of hydraulic muscle along with taking with it more circuitry to the grave, just as it birthed more sparks and strange spasms in the system, whenever it was not fusing circuits together. The Corona attack sent surges of electric shocks throughout the whole left side of Ranger, preventing him from fighting back as the beam finally met its ally as Marmuth intended - the Lunar Venom. While the Conora blast assaulted the mechanical shoulder, the Venom had continued spreading - it was now obstructing a good portion of the whole arm's wiring, down to its clawed fingers. When the Corona met it, the heat already distributed by it rose to scolding temperatures. Jets of flames burst from between the armor plates, forming strange flaming knuckle spikes on the fingers. Even more circuitry was damaged, as if evening the destruction caused on the shoulder throughout the whole limb.
"Aw, shucks!" commented Oscar as he watched a strange slush of melted wire ooze from between armor plating and the torn shoulder.
After some time, control returned to the limb. Darn it, Oscar thought. The damage done had weakened the limb to a point where its strength was lessened greatly. There was no time to mourn, though, because Marmuth was already onto her next move. By looking at her, she did not seem to be doing anything. She simply flew out of the way when Ranger trekked in her direction and avoided beams headed her way, helped by her Sight.
This was because her incoming attack was not directly from her - it came from the heavens!
Oscar only noticed the vague sound of a blaze when it was too late. His mech raised his spiked heads upwards, his glowing golden eyes devoid of emotion. Even this motion was planned by Marmuth, as the head getting out of the way made her actual target easier to hit. A rain of meteors fell, assaulting Ranger's chest. The numerous impacts created large dents in his armor, as some pieces of it fell clean off.
While the meteors were striking, Marmuth had moved behind her foe, wrapping her paws around the robot's neck to pull off more armor...
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Post by Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual on Jan 31, 2014 19:38:15 GMT -5
The Moonlight Moth's serrated forelimbs dug into the banded armor that wrapped Ranger's neck. The hooked claws began to pull back, and a large section of armor plating was peeled away, reveling the vulnerable wires and circuitry underneath. The saurian-shaped mech vomited sparks like molten blood as its metal skin was ripped away.
"Oh, no yah don't!" roared Oscar as he slammed his fist into a large yellow button marked by two stylized lightning bolts.
Before Marmuth could completely tear away the ragged patch of armor in its grip, electricity surged across the skin of the machine and then into the Ghost of Fate! Marmuth shrieked as it was electrified, forked bolts flying from its wingtips and sparks falling from the ends of its antennae and furry mane. Steaming goop of a foul yellow color fell from the bug's jaws as it screamed, each drop of rank body fluid steaming and surging with electric might. The jagged swatch of metal in its claws fell away, slapping crudely back across the neck of the mech, although the shredded edges still curled up off the body of the machine like a scar. Pulling away from the agonized moth as it thrashed its scorched wings and generated gales that ripped up trees from the bog like a rogue hurricane, Ranger sloshed though the dark water in a broad arc as it whirled, its unhindered arm reverting back to default position. The draconian mech let out an intimidating metallic screech and formed a clenched fist that left the spade-shaped guard that usually covered its clawed fingers standing alone like a triangular boxing glove. The other arm, the one skewered by Marmuth's hefty stinger, was left rotated, the edges of its dual blades glowing dully with heat. A hard edge and a low level thermal charge would compensate for the decreased strength of the limb.
"Like targeting weak spots, do yah?" mused Oscar fiercely as he drew back Ranger's bladed fist menacingly. "Well, two can play at that game then! Come one, yah bloody insect!"
With another metal-rendering screech, the metallic warrior lunged forward! Marmuth was pushed back through the air as the bladed guard of the monstrous strong mech slammed into its neck multiple times, a large gash punched into its hard flesh. The mystic insect shrilled in torment and lifted her head to the heavens as streams of broken exoskeleton and body fluid poured from between her head and thorax. Leaving the pointed guard deep lodged in the neck of the insect after the fifth and final blow, Ranger brought its inverted arm to bear and wedged its foe's head between the two curved prongs that made up its V-blades, trapping the fanged facade of the cosmic bug. With the skull of the insect immobile, Ranger reared its helmeted head back and then brought it reeling forward in an enormous headbutt! Marmuth's face was cratered as yellow goo splashed across Ranger's expressionless golden eyes, the machine unaffected by the gore that splattered it. Within the cockpit, Oscar laughed and taunted his foe despite knowing that the insect likely couldn't hear him.
"That's what you get for messin' with mah baby, yah filthy bug! Now let's see how you like this!"
Its bladed guard still buried in the neck of the Stardust Moth, Ranger's metallic skin crackled briefly as it prepared to surge another wave of electricity into the prone bug...!
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Post by OmegaBearBeast on Feb 1, 2014 14:42:16 GMT -5
Marmuth hissed as the lightning bolts surged through her like a mosquito flying into an electric lantern. Only by spewing her Moon Silk to wrap her foe was she able to dislodge the blade pinned in her neck. As she soared up and blood dropped from her wounds, she switched from being the assaulted one to being the one assaulting.
Ranger's feet sank deeper in the murky waters he was in. In the air, the Omniscient was focusing her powerful mind. Slowly, she was augmenting the amount of gravity pulling at the machine, but leaving Oscar unaffected. Ranger's mechanical body was forced to withstand a weight far greater than one he could lift. A symphony of horrible crunching noises were heard as Ranger's armor began to break down, the crooked armor plates, with their diverted tips, slicing through the circuitry and hydraulic muscle they were meant to protect.
"Crap!" let out Oscar, still safe in his cockpit, while large chunks of his mecha's crumbling armor fell clean off like puzzle pieces.
His wires and circuits squeezed against one another, and the gravity affecting them pulled a bunch of them off, disconnecting them from their sockets. Although his feet still sank, preventing the machine from being crushed to a pulp, Marmuth had made his legs lighter to compensate for it. His knees ground against the lighter shins, and a portion of the wiring connecting the articulations tore apart. The same happened to his arms, which the Ghost of Fate had made heavier than the rest of the arm, and the fingers even heavier - like the knees, elbows, wrists and shoulders, some connective implements gluing RAGU's fingers to his hands tore off, reducing their mobility. The Moon Silk only made it worse - though the frost did not affect the mech in the slightest, its tremendous weight caused by the gravity-altering made up for it. The top portion of extremities such as the chest piece's protruding spines, the head spikes as well as the ones topping his tail were flattened, their tips scratching against the next one much like a domino effect. Even the blades of Ranger's tail tip and his axe slightly bent strangely. Ranger's brows sunk dangerously over his eyes and his skull and snout itself seemed to flatten, his little teeth being crushed in his maw. The Moon Silk's threads, heavy as they were, etched themselves in the armor and circuits!
When gravity finally returned to normal, Marmuth closed in as the robot fell flat on his back, destabilized by the previous attack. She could see the marsh's waters flowing into the open "wounds" of her mechanical foe, and this gave her an idea. She waited until Ranger was back on his feet before fading into a translucent form. Only her tail tip remained physical. She passed directly through Ranger, freezing his innards and the water that had flowed in solid. Her tail hooked him, pulling him backwards towards a large tree. The Moonlight Moth flew through the tree, freezing the bark, but also ramming her foe against it. He crashed against the bark hard enough for the ice in his body to break, creating sharp shards that cut through more wiring. A rain of broken flakes of ice from the bark rained on him harmlessly. The spiked tail tip turned translucent to be able to phase through the tree and Ranger, but the already frozen matter it passed through were not really affected.
As Ranger prepared to chop off another piece of wing from Marmuth, he was confused when the moth completely disappeared from view. However, he soon understood as he noticed the area around where Marmuth was beginning to spin slowly, and objects nearby being absorbed. A single meteor shot off from the black hole, flying too fast for the machine to react in time.
BANG!
Ranger was flung directly through the tree behind him, the meteor nearly folding him in two and damaging his chest further.
As the tree and her foe toppled, Marmuth soared overhead, high in the air, conjuring icy comets to rain on Ranger...
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Post by Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual on Feb 4, 2014 0:53:05 GMT -5
The heavenly bodies of ice and snow slammed down into Ranger before the damaged mech could recover, shattering and deflecting off of its metal form like a supersized hail storm as they plunged to the ground. When the comets missed, steaming geysers of hot swamp water rose up like oil plumes. The steel skin and gauzed armor of the war machine was dented and cracked as the subzero projectiles came down, but the shock of it all brought Oscar, who had been dazed by Marmuth's latest string of attacks, back to sharp focus. Acting quickly, desperate to prevent more damage to his vehicle than it had already sustained, the pilot shielded the most vital parts of his machine- the chest and head- by raising its arms high and extending a set of gaseous barriers from the armor encasing its forearms. The comets broke harmlessly over the Spartan-NT Reflective Shields, disintegrating against their energized surface, although a few that fell at odd angles still glanced off of the fighting machine. One such blow cracked into the mech's midsection and knocked off the curved compartment that housed a supply of missiles- the reserve of projectile weapons had been tapped into, but not drained, so it was fortunate than the remaining missiles did not detonate.
Cursing aloud and tasting sweat on his tongue, Oscar sidestepped from the hail of comets, scooped up the shed missile housing with his good arm- careful to shield it from harm under Ranger's bulk- and finally raised his head and axe-like blade into the air, inviting his opponent to come and make the next move. Through its extrasensory perception, the Moon Moth knew that the pilot was plotting something, something that presented a danger to her person. But the goddess moth was nothing if not dutiful, so, with a mind full of caution and eyes full of honor, the cosmic bug swooped down with its serrated arms raised.
If Ranger could mimic every aspect of its pilot's movement, the machine would have smirked.
The stout metal jaws of the war machine cracked open as Marmuth plunged down, her raptorial limbs raised high like the claws on a bird of prey. Twin plumes of fire stretched out from the mouth of the mech- not long enough to actually scorch the moth, but close enough that she could feel its heat on her face. Shrilling in alarm, the godly insect pulled up, its forelimbs tucking tight against its chest, but Ranger moved fast. Lunging up with his bladed arm, molten energy leaping off the edge of the weapon, Ranger carved Marmuth thorax to abdomen! The Ghost of Fate screeched as she was sliced into and opened up, her vile inner juices spewing out and coating her assailant in a sickly yellow sheen, but the pilot & machine pair were not done yet.
No, they had just begun.
Short billows of white flame lit up Ranger's legs and soles, sending the mech skyward. Although Marmuth was the better flier of the two even when wounded, the moth was still staggered by the pain of its near evisceration and sagged through the air, dipping and falling clumsily as it poured bile and blood out of its exposed body cavity. Tackling Marmuth from below, Ranger grappled the divine bug, folding its wings and forelimbs against its fuzzy, wounded body with one arm and plunging the other into the moth's slit abdomen, missile casing still in hand. The mech was stuffing her like a turkey! Marmuth sang out in agony as the object was forced deeper into her body, the delicate tissue of her inner anatomy shoved aside and foul goop squirting out as the space it had previously occupied was commandeered. Leaving the mobile silo buried deep in the bug's innards, Ranger broke away from Marmuth just as the pair began to plunge without the help of flame or flap. The mech splashed down on its feet, sending particulate mud and water high into the air, while Marmuth crashed into the dark bog headfirst, her jagged mandibles lodging in the soft soil hidden underneath the water.
Ranger let out a metallic screech and reared back its head. Parted jaws ignited with a high frequency green glow, Ranger leaned forward and launched an aurora ray directly into the bug's open stomach!
Fire and gore launched out from Marmuth's body as the missiles buried in her innards erupted beneath the intense heat of the aurura ray. The chaos sprayed out like fireworks, liquefied flesh and plasma flares filling the air around Ranger as it was showered with the result of its work. Something in the back of Oscar's mind felt sorry for the insect as it thrashed and kicked, shattering the stillness of the water it was sunk in, but that small sense of pity was erased as he heard the groan and shudder of his injured machine trying to move.
"Okay, yah big bug," breathed the Scottish pilot quietly. "Here's another one fer what you did ta' Ranger!"
Extending a small crystal barrel from a drop-down compartment on the underside of Ranger's wrist, the mech & pilot lashed out at Marmuth's damaged wing with a long, thin cutting laser that curved easily like water...
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Post by OmegaBearBeast on Feb 7, 2014 11:30:22 GMT -5
So... about that grave... is it ready yet?
The thin column of light was about to carve a new slice in Marmuth's wings, but the Ghost of Fate and her omniscience said otherwise. A legion of reflective scales burst from her body and took the laser themselves, as their owner moved out of the way. The laser bounced across the scales and was reflected right back at Ranger! The laser curled in the air like a boomerang, before it sliced across Ranger's exposed throat like a knife made of light. While the machine was occupied, Marmuth flew behind him. Lunar Venom was dropped from her stinger, and she quickly followed this with another Corona Beam. The Venom had managed to enter a damaged bit of armor in his back, and the moth had taken the delicacy of putting some both in and out. The Corona Beam met the Venom, and quickly began to heat it. The heat spread on the outer surface of the armor plating, but also spread in the Venom that had flowed under the plating. From both sides, the armor was being heated, as well as the Venom that was inside burning the circuitry it touched. Although the armor itself reduced thermal output from beam attacks, Marmuth kept her Corona Beam for as long as she could, heating it until the armor would no longer resist it. It was taking her a lot of concentration and energy, but her spirit was strong, and she soon achieved her goal, as pieces of melted armor began to slide down. Eventually, Ranger was able to turn around and smack the flat side of his axe against Marmuth's temple, cracking the area like an shell.
"That's for what yah did just now!" Oscar began, as he swung his axe again.
"And that one", said the pilot, "is just because!"
However, the last strike was dodged by the moth, whose attention was driven to a glimpse of more missiles silos. Using her manipulation of electromagnetism, she lifted them towards her, before she threw them at Ranger, whose pilot restarted hating the moth as missiles exploded against random points of his body, blowing more circuitry as Marmuth guided them into unarmored bits. The chest piece of his armor plating went loose, as a side of it unhinged, only kept up by the shoulder hooking the protruding part above it.
Behind Marmuth, an icy comet was formed, which she shot at the machine like a cannonball...
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Post by Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual on Feb 13, 2014 0:39:51 GMT -5
Ranger answered with his own artillery blast, unleashing a narrow aurora ray that closed the distance and lanced through its target in a second. The comet was fragmented instantly, bursting with a swirl of emerald flames. Jagged bolts of ice and fire pierced Marmuth's beating wings like bullets from a firing squad, causing the bug to cry out in pain as the most vital parts of its anatomy were shredded. The Ghost of Fate sagged in the air, a significantly smaller portion of the sky trapped underneath its damaged wings. This hindrance to its main method of transportation would have to be fussed over later though, because Oscar was withholding all mercy. Rushing the wounded moth like a Viking berserker, Ranger brought both sets of V-Blades to bear and whirled about, turning its armored body into a furious whirlwind of metal and heat! Marmuth screeched as the spinning shape of the mech drew close, the tips of her wings sliced to ribbons as she pumped them frantically in order to escape the raging machine. The humid swap air funneled through the holes in her wings with a chorus of ghostly whistling wails though, so she could not retreat fast enough.
Like a twister sucking up an airliner, Ranger slammed into his delicate insectoid foe!
Marmuth was slashed greatly across her gorgeous wings and furry body like a rebellious sailor under the whip of his captain, her scaly sails shedding surface area in broad strips and squares and her thorax spurting foul ichor from several deep slices. Unfurling her mauled wings with a shrill bellow, the cosmic bug froze Ranger where he stood with her magnetic manipulation. Oscar cursed and slammed down on the controls of his vehicle, but, barring the occasional metallic groan, Ranger did not respond. For the moment, the machine was not under his control. With her mechanical foe trapped, Marmuth rose into the air with a sweep of her ragged wings and then threw her partial sails and serrate forelimbs wide.
Like an invisible lightning bolt, an EMP ripped outwards from the insect!
Ranger suddenly came to life with malfunctions, his still form released from Marmuth's influence so that she could see him dance. Oscar roared in rage, trying to gain some form of control over his monstrous vehicle, but the mech stayed stubbornly malfunctioned, its head spinning and its clawed limbs jerking violently. Sparks spewed from the slack jaws of the war machine and it nearly toppled due to the erratic movement of its legs. But in his maddened banging on the console, Oscar discovered that there was one portion of Ranger that did react to his touch- the tail, which had been shielded from the EMP behind the main body of the mech.
Grinning, Oscar took control of the long, serrated tail and sent it lancing upwards- into Marmuth's open abdomen!
The Moon Moth screamed as she was plucked from the air on the split blade of Ranger's tail and sent hurling into the bog, her dampened body smashing through thick groves of trees and tangles of vegetation like a fuzzy, winged wrecking ball. Suddenly the mech's sporadic, unpredictable movements became an advantage. Oscar laughed as his foe tumbled and rolled through more trees than the pilot though he could have hit on purpose, splintered wood skewering her body like spears and filthy brown swamp water spraying into the bug's exposed body cavity all the while. But in the midst of his fun, the pilot failed to notice that his machine was slowly growing more and more unstable with the addition of 40,000 tons that it was forced to accommodate. The big Scottish man was laughing one minute and falling the next, Ranger's helmeted skull plunging towards the swamp below. Cursing his own negligence, Oscar grabbed hold of the controls and spun Ranger's falling form towards Marmth...
If he was going to crash, then it'd be right on top of the moth!
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Post by OmegaBearBeast on Feb 19, 2014 19:33:28 GMT -5
Ranger toppled over like a broken tower, coming face-first not on the moth, but in rapidly freezing water. Marmuth had turned herself translucent, causing him to simply pass through her. With her foe imprisoned in ice, the moth took off. A single meteor shot off from a black hole and struck Ranger at the back of his neck, denting his armor there and blowing ice shards into his disfigured face. After the mech regained control, he broke the rest of the ice while standing up. Despite being free, melting ice that had entered through his wounds caused his circuits to spit sparks like a fountain, the simple fact that he had gotten up to an upward position causing the water to flow deeper.
Behind the machine, Marmuth flew closer, her foe's tail being her target. The plated appendage swung towards her, but the moth quickly launched a plume of cosmic fire to fight back. Although the moth was slammed into, the large wave of cosmic fire vaporized pieces of the tail, leaving a skewered appendage. Destabilized for a moment, Ranger was attacked once more. Marmuth's paws began to tear and pull at the back of his legs, removing armor, circuitry, and tearing off hydraulic muscle.
With her enemy destabilized again and losing his footing, Marmuth flew overhead, spraying Moon Silk to wrap her downed opponent in a deathly cold net...
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Post by Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual on Feb 24, 2014 23:04:00 GMT -5
The chilled strands of silk began to fall on Ranger, but the mechanized saurian let out a metallic screech and threw both of its arms wide. From beneath its flexing wrists, twin lasers curved out, arching like samurai blades as they hacked through the silk and then into Marmuth herself. The mammoth moth shrilled as her already damaged wings were sliced further, healthy tissue cleaved in two by the intense heat of the lashes and two lines of scorched fur crossing her chest. A massive X-shape of fire and smoldering edges marked the bug now, the intersection of the two long slashes right beneath her throat. Regaining its foot as the moth beat its wings to put out the fires that blazed across them like war torn borders, Ranger lifted its helmeted head and fired a raging aurora ray from its mouth!
The wavering green ray of particle energy struck dead in the center of Marmuth's carved abdomen. The cosmic bug shrieked as emerald fire churned within her exposed belly, damp bloody edges turning sooty black as they were dried and scorched to ash. The anguish of the moth translated into a forceful wave of electromagnetism that struck Ranger like a psychic punch, launching the machine back as his foe turned herself into his magnetic opposite and repelled him with extreme prejudice. Flung away like a rag doll, the monstrous military vehicle smashed through grove after grove of trees before splashing down into the humid bog, sparks geysering from its wounds as water gushed into the places where it had been stripped of armor. Raising her raptorial forelimbs like spiny clubs, Marmuth plunged, ready to peel back more armor and let the water flood in faster.
Inside the cockpit, Oscar smirked. "Yah think yar' hot stuff, ay?"
A white plume of fire erupted from Ranger's sole as he kicked out at the diving mouth. The flame reached its pinnacle just as the steel-hard foot slammed into the tusked head of the bug.
Laughing as fire and smoke erupted from the point of impact, Oscar pumped a fist- using his thrusters, he had delivered a flaming kick to the face of the moth!
"Well, now it's true!"
The fiery blow sent Marmuth spiraling backwards with her body aflame. The galactic guardian screamed and howled in unholy suffering as her furry body was smothered under an expanding carpet of flames. The fire was finally doused as she crashed back-first into the swampy waters. Taking a moment to relish the unscheduled soak and cool the ragged burns that dotted her body despite the harsh sting of dirty water in her wound, the Moon Moth suddenly felt a shift in the air. Lifting her hooked head, the Ghost of the Fate saw that Ranger had emptied the last of its missiles into the air. Now the bright burning projectiles arced up through the air before turning downwards and plummeting at their floating target like great metal lawn darts riding on balls of fire...
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OmegaBearBeast
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Post by OmegaBearBeast on Mar 2, 2014 10:34:28 GMT -5
Now there's an image!
The missiles rammed into Marmuth like a swarm of insects, and the Ghost of Fate growled. She unleashed another electromagnetic pulse to immobilize her foe - simply to give herself some breathing space. Her stern gaze was now on the robot's feet, which had cooked her face earlier. With her second pair of arms, she pulled the machine's feet up, dragging the rest along the dirt. Her mantis arms slammed and tore at Ranger's feet until they were turned into masses of circuits and hydraulics. In her mauling, Marmuth had also damaged the flamethrower in the middle of the soles - it became obvious when they were put in action by the pilot soon after he regained control of his robot. Rather than being perfect flames, they were instead crooked and sizzling, disfigured by the damage brought to them.
The moth released the captive feet before she flew upwards with several beats of her ragged wings; she had to use some levitation to help stabilize herself. A new meteor shot off from a white hole, striking Ranger's damaged chest. The impact rattled his body, as the chest piece - already unhooked on one side - fell off, broken and in shambles. The Omniscient soon followed this up with another attack: she infused one of her mantis paws with cosmic fire and performed an uppercut. A wave of cosmic fire carved Ranger like a great katana, splitting his upper body's insides in half. Sparks and fires burst from the gaping wound, as Marmuth flew forward and wrapped her paws around Ranger's head, stinger ready to pierce into his back...
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