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[SIMULATION] PHILADELPHIA, PENNSYLVANIA
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Post by Soran Yuy✔️ on Mar 9, 2016 0:24:37 GMT -5
(As the title of the thread suggestions, this is merely a simulation-thread. This is for training purposes only and is non-canon. I've put up a thread in the Rendezvous section. Unfinished characters are welcome, please just PM me if your character is unfinished but you'd still like to practice before hand on this account. Thanks. Hopefully we can all learn something from this fight and have some fun while we're at it! Good luck!) 3/1/30 7:12
"Soran Yuy, entering the combat-zone."Asteyr would be released from the helicopter it was being carried by as we reached the LZ. Wind would kick up and push dust and rubble away as my machine landed, the bottom of it's feet slamming into the city's dilapidated road. I immediately rose my left arm and activated my sword, Asteryr's right arm bending as the blade come over it's hand. I would keep the sword pointed in front of me, Asteryr's right close to it's chest as I began to have it move forward. The shield on Asteyr's forearm would protect me from most damage that would befall me from the front, meaning I'd have to stay cautious if someone were to come at me from behind. It seems they dropped me off in the middle of what used to be an intersection. Most if not all of the buildings were destroyed. The ones that remained, however, offered a pretty good spot for me to observe the area. "No signs of the enemy. Moving towards vantage point."Asteyr would kick off with incredible speed, running in a straight line before kicking off onto a destroyed building that was low enough for the machine to land onto safely. From here, I'd get a running start and then have Asteyr jump onto another building adjacent to the one that I was currently on. Even from this height, my target point was a little too high for me to reach. Between the building I'm currently on and the one I'm trying to get on is a road, and a bit of rubble inbetween. I decided I'd get another running start like I had before, only this time I would throw Asteyr's right arm forward, stabbing into the building. I would loosen the bolts on the blade, allowing it to move to the side of Asteyr's arm as it dangled from it. Using Asteyr's other arm to grab onto the ledge of the building, I would simply have the FN Blade collapse back into it's guard again, tearing through the building and crushing any rubble that got inbetween the blade and the guard. Grabbing onto it with Asteyr's right hand, it would pull itself over the ledge and stand up on top of the building. Searching the area once more, I turned up with nothing. However, I'd stay vigilante, waiting for the enemy to show themselves. MECH INFO
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Post by Tyler Karsten on Mar 10, 2016 0:47:37 GMT -5
In the training simulation, Tyler Karsten reclined inside the torso of his massive mechanical battlesuit, which itself was being carried by a massive ground-based troop transport. In effect, he was in a machine that was inside a machine that was all within a simulated environment in another machine. Each one part of an intricate system designed purely to prepare him for the battlefield. In a way, this artificial universe really did revolve around him.
Well, him and whoever else was training in here. Tyler could feel the transport slowing, rumbling as it ground to a halt, and smiled to himself, shifting the massive arms of his mech slightly as he readied to disembark. Time to show them who was the boss of this world.
Creaking metal doors opened, and the IMMOLATOR stepped out of the huge transport, the ground crunching loudly beneath its titanic weight as it began to walk. The sun was at its back, and as it left its carrier behind, it cast a looming shadow before it, a fearsome sign of its coming presence. In its path was a half-ruined city, seemingly deserted. Dangerous terrain, but that applied to his opponents too. Within the next few minutes, this would all be his.
"Tyler Karsten reporting. Currently at periphery of the city, southeast side. Moving inwards, will attempt to clear the area before we move to take it." Probably a little too much detail, but he was bored. He knew there'd be something for him to fight somewhere in here, so it was just a matter of waiting for it some come at him. Flipping the comms off, he muttered to himself. "Come on, you pussies... where are you hiding?"
His crimson machine strode forth, slow and implacable, every movement performed with brutal efficiency. It wasn't pushing its systems too far just yet, but already the air around it was rippling with heat, distorted by the sheer thermal power being constantly radiated by the mech. Immense power, barely held in check by a sleek cage of red-tinted metal.
Tyler could feel the temperature rising within, even as his pulse began to beat hard and fast with anticipation. The microphones were picking something up. A rumbling sound, a few crashes. Somewhere in front of him, something large was moving around at incredible speeds, and it wasn't being very stealthy about it.
He smiled. "Found you." The IMMOLATOR turned a few degrees, looking around as it walked, seeking any sign of disturbance. It would not be long before it caught sight of the Asteyr- but would it be seen first?
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Post by Cormorant on Mar 10, 2016 1:07:37 GMT -5
IS IT TRUE, WHAT THEY SAY, The pollution-filled air was almost sickening, yet she knew it could be nothing other than home. Well, depending on what "home" was, anyway. For right now, it was just a fallen world that Cormorant felt she could relate to--the two were both on their own, trapped in warfare, and stricken with tragedy and violence. Not that she was one to complain, though. Work always did her good--in the financial way, anyhow. She crept along the ruins of a city--the piles of crushed concrete and broken steel frames quite the sight. The whole place was a mess, but it was perfect - it made it so much easier for her to sneak around. So long as she stayed slow and stealthy, that was.
People like her weren't really supposed to be here. It was for civilians or other people who had been left behind. At best it was a battleground for soldiers who lived in the sky. Really, she didn't fit in either group.
The girl ducked behind a large stone fixture and waited, patiently. She knew, after all, that if one was still long enough, they would become invisible. Patience was key, as was staying still in one's surroundings so as to blend in as best they can. For now, it seemed the target had not noticed she was there. Well, "target" being anyone who could hinder her. She wasn't a soldier, mind you. But she certainly was on a mission. She turned her head slightly, looking at the mech that was prowling the area--she was certain it had motion detectors. She only prayed it didn't have heat sensors. Cormorant could stay still, but it was a difficult task to cool one's body temperature--she'd found it wasn't impossible, though.
However, a new thought had come to mind. This mech had certainly found something - likely someone - and this was a great opportunity for her. The girl stayed in place, her expression without any emotion, but deep, deep inside, she was almost... excited. After all, where there's smoke, there's fire. And when a fire's rage subsides, she'd found that sometimes valuables could be scavenged from the ashes...
...so to speak... HP: 1,300/1,300 MP: 1,300/1,300 MADE BY SIRIUS OF GANGNAM STYLE
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Post by Soran Yuy✔️ on Mar 10, 2016 17:48:19 GMT -5
My eyes widened slightly at the site of a large, almost intimidating mech in the vicinity. It must have caught wind of me speeding through. Should've been more careful. "Enemy spotted. Appears to be some sort of prototype unit. Engaging."I scanned the enemy with Asteyr's basic scanning tech before running in. I'm picking up a lot of heat signatures from it. I'm guessing with a machine of that size it must need a lot of energy, and with that, it probably releases it's heat from somewhere. So if I overwork it and clog up it's ports, maybe I can put an end to this thing before suffering any real damage. Just as Asteyr sprung into the sky with incredible speed, the prototype would spot me. Asteyr would spread it's arms and legs out when it soared through the air. If the enemy unit attempted to shoot at me, I'd have Asteyr immediately raise it's shield and block the shot. Finding myself falling right overhead of the enemy mech's head, I'd bend Asteyr's right arm and bring it close to it's chest. I would then release the FN Blade, slamming it right into the left side of the prototype's face. I would then swing my right arm out horizontally, slicing at the armor on the enemy's face. Realizing I was losing altitude, I'd finish off with a vertical strike with the FN Blade, straight down the middle of the enemy as I touched the ground. I would jump backwards as to avoid the enemy counterattacking. However, with this thing's size, I'd assume it has to be slow as hell. The probability of me missing any of those attacks and getting hit by this thing are pretty low. I should still keep my guard up. Asteyr would keep it's sword pointed out in front of it with it's shield close to it's chest. 1st Attack DMG: 7735 2nd Attack DMG: 4550 3rd Attack DMG: 4550 Total DMG: 16450
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Post by Tyler Karsten on Mar 10, 2016 21:47:12 GMT -5
Hot and impatient, Tyler was sweating now, occasional drops running down his face and neck. He paid them no heed, instead focusing on the terrain around him, and his continued advance. For a moment, he thought he glimpsed something on the sensors, off to one side- but it was just a blip, too small to possibly be a mech, and he lost it before he could get a good idea if it was real or not. He knew that there were still scavengers down on Earth... could the simulation have created some of those, as detail for the terrain? Whatever the case, something that small wasn't likely to be much of a threat right now. The main danger came from ahead, and it was only a moment before it revealed itself.
The 'enemy' mech had thrown itself off a building with incredible speed, attacking suddenly from above. A sniper would have just tried to shoot from the start, but this one was aiming to rapidly close the difference, making it obvious that it was a melee focused machine. There was no way something that size would hold it's own against the IMMOLATOR in a real scrap, however... which meant that it was an assassin, trying to use its speed to immediately gain the upper hand. A bold move, and one that would have worked against most pilots.
But unfortunately for the enemy, they were up against Tyler fucking Karsten.
The moment the fight began, his mind kicked into high gear, adrenaline surging through him as he made his move. His mech lacked the speed to match its swift assailant, but with a pinch of cunning and analysis, it only needed to make a few small adjustments to its position to utterly break the oncoming offensive.
It threw itself forwards, raised its arms, and fired. Each of these actions would happen at once, the former two being almost instinctive as Tyler focused on the latter. In spite of their simplicity, however, each simple move made use of what he knew of the enemy mech to counter its plans to maximum effect.
Firstly, the opening shot. Fast as it was, a target in midair couldn't dodge, and no Karsten would ever hesitate to take advantage of such a vulnerability. Of course, the enemy pilot likely knew this as well, and they were not defenseless- their mech was equipped with a shield on its left arm, evidently meant to defend it against unavoidable shots as it closed in. However, the one who designed it clearly hadn't been counting on the uncanny accuracy of the IMMOLATOR's plasma cannon.
Tyler could see the shield, and he wasn't about to just fire away at an easily-defended target like the torso. Instead, he immediately locked on to the enemy mech's right knee. Not only was this spot a joint, a weak point that was well worth targeting for that alone, it was on the opposite side of the Asteyr's body from the shield, and was far too low to be effectively reached anyways, unless the mech tried to bend over in midair, which would be tantamount to suicide. Not only this, but instead of the traditional arm-cannon, the attack came from the prototype's left eye, and at the last possible moment as well. Though the enemy's incredible speed gave it a small chance of avoiding the attack, if the pilot somehow noticed it on time and moved the leg to avoid it, doing so would be shifting one of the mech's two legs just as it came down from a massive leap, which would spell bad, bad news for the landing.
As he was aiming, Tyler also raised both of the mech's arms on either side of it, similar to a boxer's defensive stance. An enemy coming at him on the ground might have attacked from any angle, but one coming from the air could only strike from above, making it immediately evident to Tyler where he should move to protect himself. In addition to this, the enemy's shield was a clear tell of exactly where it would strike from. If the defense was on one arm, to be held close to the body, then its offense would have to be on the other arm... and thus would come from its right, or Tyler's left. Thus, he also leaned slightly to his right side, the IMMOLATOR following his motion, making it an even more difficult target to crack. It would never have had time to do this in a close-range battle, of course, but fast as it was, the enemy mech needed time to approach, giving Tyler a moment to move his own. When the Asteyr struck, it would find its blade slamming into a hard forearm instead of its intended target. The attack would still do some damage, but nothing that the IMMOLATOR's immensely tough energy shields couldn't take.
As for the second and third attacks, it would never even get a chance to make those.
Though he had little actual battlefield experience, Tyler had been preparing himself for this kind of situation for years, and knew the weaknesses of every likely means of attack by memory. Mechs were often dropped into battle from helicopters and spacecraft, and had to fight in terrain such as cities and mountains, where high ground was often a factor. Attacks from the sky were not so uncommon, but they posed a critical danger to those attempting them: once in flight, a mech's course was not easily altered. Some machines had supposedly figured out a way around this using modules (and indeed, Tyler's prototype had been designed to work with such devices), but at this stage of training, it was unlikely that anyone was using such advanced devices (and if they were, Tyler was probably screwed anyway). Therefore, he could approximate where the enemy mech was coming down, and move to intercept, and there was nothing the Asteyr could do about that except watch in horror as it realized what it was falling into.
Though the IMMOLATOR had been advancing before, it hadn't been charging. Thus, though the enemy had likely made an estimate based on its side, it couldn't know the prototype's full speed. It was slow, far slower than its elegant and agile opponent, but it had no need to move far. While the enemy needed to cover a large distance with its leap, Tyler only needed to get a little closer to its landing point, which had been basically right in front of it in the first place. His mech lunging forwards, relying more on raw strength than on the swiftness of its movements to propel itself into position to catch its target.
The Asteyr might be able to make its first strike, but as it came down, the IMMOLATOR would be coming out of the inner limit of sword reach and into arm's reach, having moved to effectively crash into its enemy as it landed, with the smaller mech unable to adjust its course to avoid this. As soon as it made its first strike, the enemy would find its sword arm locked in place, its wrist caught between the mighty fingers of the prototype that now came barreling into it, smashing into the shield and pinning it to the enemy's chest.
There would be no easy means of escaping this. Even with all its impressive speed, the Asteyr couldn't run around until its feet touched the ground, and the IMMOLATOR would be upon it before that happened. In addition, such fast mechs often paid for their swiftness with excessive weakness, and Tyler knew this. Once they were close, there would be nothing the enemy could do to break the prototype's grip, or avoid being slammed, pushed down, and pinned to the ground beneath the larger machine. Once this was accomplished, Tyler would keep the sword arm held down with his left hand, and move one knee up on top of the other mech's body to crush the shield up against it, preventing it from moving. From there, it would be a simple matter of a pile-driver blow to the neck to force it into submission.
Primal armor: 8450/13000 (takes one attack, but removes WP bonus)
1st Attack (plasma cannon shot, Weak Point bonus): 1768 2nd Attack (slam): 1300 3rd Attack (pile-driver to the neck, Weak Point bonus): 9282
Total DMG: 12350
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Post by Soran Yuy✔️ on Mar 10, 2016 23:16:12 GMT -5
The size and appearance of this thing are certainly impressive, and I assume the pilot inside is confident in his ability to win anyone over, but the sad truth for him is that Asteyr just doesn't falter that easily. Neither do I. As the giant aimed a shot for Asteyr's knee, it would simply hunch over in the air, covering the target area with it's shield before extending it's back again and following up with it's two other attacks. The maneuver the other pilot was trying to take was certainly impressive, but it certainly wasn't going to work. Comparing the scan I made of it's machine from before, Asteyr is exactly 5x faster than the protoype at it's peak, which is what it's operating at right now. Making this thing move as much as I am right now at it's full speed will render it overheated.
I would continue with the first attack I had made before, but cutting the other two out as to make evasive action. I would have Asteyr kick off of the protoype, throwing itself backwards and landing a good bit away from the gigantic machine. It's size and physical strength alone would prove difficult for me to handle. Just being able to simply run circles around it for hours won't be enough. I'll need some assistance.
"Hurry up already.."
1st Attack DMG: 7735 2nd Attack DMG: 4550 Total DMG (Subtract from full HP): 12185
Remaining FN Shield HP: 5200 FN Blade DUR: 55
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Post by Cormorant on Mar 10, 2016 23:48:36 GMT -5
The nightingale in a golden cage that's me locked inside reality's maze ☼ The sounds of the mechs crashing against each other - or at least making contact in some way - was almost earth-trembling. Although she would not be shaken from her place, she could certainly feel shakes in the concrete below her, and she knew that where she was no longer could be considered safe. Sure, she was in the open and if a building collapsed she'd be out of range, but she knew that was just the problem. Neither of the mechs had crashed into any buildings - they were skillfully using only the flat perimeter of the grounds as their battlefield. "That's soldiers of the alliances, for you," she thought. Of course, they could easily crash into a building at any time, but something told her they were a bit more careful than that. More cautious than to recklessly crash into a building, that was. Certainly they would only do such a destructive thing at a last cause or on accident.
And therefore, she knew she wasn't safe out in the open. She was sure that their battle would range all along the grounds, and even if she was in a more uneven terrain, it was still liable to be trampled upon. For now, the two seemed to be locked in close-ranged combat, and the girl quickly darted off to the side. She gave it everything she had as she sped to the nearest abandoned building that she could - noting it as only a few meters away from where her previous position had been. She gripped the metal rails of the fire escape and quickly pulled herself up, swinging her nimble body over the side and landing on the metal surface. Cormorant quickly pushed through a door - which had been broken at the hinges but was easy enough to force open. Quickly running to the closest window, she peered outside at the fight that was taking place outside the abandoned building.
She had to remind herself that she wasn't in any alliance, and both soldiers were neither allies to her, and they were targets only by choice. "I can get them to take themselves out, and try giving the final blows while they're weak. My bullets might be able to crack through the glass that they can see through - maybe I can crash some of their controls." She let out a sigh. Machinery and technology wasn't really her strength. She knew enough about them - she was actually quite decent at breaking into databases - but she was much more informed on... well... other things.
While the two mechs were at each other, she would open the window leading out of the building, and she would just then wait some more. Patience was the most important skill, to her. If one had the strength to take out their target on their own, the task was only a matter of a hundred other variables. But if one was not strong enough or unequipped to handle the situation, they used their surroundings to take out their opponent or their prey. Simple as that. It was easier to catch a deer by trapping it on the roads and letting the cars do the work. All she had do to was be ready to take her prey whenever it was wounded. Whichever prey that would be, that is. For now, she didn't care. Alliances meant nothing to her. She had no friends and the world was her enemy. But the wolf was more interested in taking whichever rabbit fell first - whichever showed its vulnerability the quickest.
With these being two high-powered robot things that had likely been created by multi-billionaires of various countries, Cormorant had a feeling that the battle might drag on just a little while longer...
((ooc: I'm messing around with templates a bit but I think this is the one I'll probably stick to the most. Sorry for the inconsistency.)) HP: 1,300 / 1,300 MP: 1,300 / 1,300 TAGS: @
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Post by Devin on Mar 11, 2016 1:24:41 GMT -5
Расцветали яблони и груши, Поплыли туманы над рек-- bzzzt *smack smack* "If your not going to change stations continue to work dammit!" exclaimed the young looking boy in his cockpit as he hammered his fist on the built in radio. -дила на берег Катюша! After a good minute of showing machine who's boss, Masya slumped into his seat while clutching the sides of his helmet "how did I end up here?" He, of course, was referring to the battle betwixt two super machines he had never seen with his eyes before. "What are Freddie's feeding these things" he wondered aloud. it was a good thing they haven't spotted him yet as he was laying under some collapsed rubble from a little accident he had earlier. Who knew leaning on a wall would make it collapse onto him and making his mono eye shut down for an hour, Freak accident right?!?
"Best just stay put for now maybe they'll move on" he optimistically hoped as he watched from a good few clicks away under some rubble. He kept his hands on the controls in case he needed to take action.
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Post by Tyler Karsten on Mar 11, 2016 14:43:46 GMT -5
It seemed things weren't going to be so easy- but 'difficult' was a far thing from 'impossible,' for Tyler, and he wasn't about to let his prey escape unscathed, no matter how fast it was.
He'd already taken its speed into account in his initial plan, making only a few small movements while it covered a large distance towards him with its leap. Since he'd only needed to cover a fraction of the space it was trying to, he'd hoped to get into position in time to defend and counter its lightning-quick attacks. The readings now showing up on his scanner, however, and the sight of the Asteyr blurring as it flew towards him told Tyler that it wasn't going to work. There wasn't time. He'd made the most efficient possible counter to its long approach and large, sweeping moves, but from the looks of it, his enemy was just too damn fast for any of his tricks to work on it.
On the other hand, he wasn't giving up yet. It was in his blood: a true Karsten didn't fall over when his original plans went awry, he adapted, compensated, and made some damn ballsy moves where necessary. Tyler knew this lesson well, and its application was almost second nature to him.
Though the quality and specializations of the machines in a battle were a major deciding factor, so were their pilots. Tyler's opponent was clearly talented, having been able to perceive a shot coming his way in midair, adjust his mech's entire body to block it, and then re-position after that to ensure a safe landing- a testament not just to the Asteyr's speed, but to its master's focus. However, Tyler was even more capable in this regard. As his opponent moved to block and swung in to attack, the IMMOLATOR's pilot was calling on reason and instinct, training and knowledge, to decide his next actions and ensure that they were pulled off with perfect timing.
There was no time for him to do much before the first attack came, other than continue his current actions. He stopped one, however, pulling power from the IMMOLATOR's right arm to slow its ascent as the Asteyr's sword came crashing towards the left side of its face. He no longer wanted it too high, and it freed Tyler up to use the left arm to its full capacity without building up too much heat.
The first blow struck home, sending a small vibration running through the prototype's titanic form. Its head was not so vulnerable, however, and it took the blow without much immediate trouble, shields absorbing the brunt of the force. An instant later, the blade would be pulled away, and the Asteyr sent far out of reach as it kicked off the larger machine. With its insane speed, it was sure to evade any new movement of the IMMOLATOR's bulky body to try and stop it. But in this case, it would hardly need to shift at all.
As soon as the sword bit into its face, the IMMOLATOR let loose with the plasma cannon, firing two quick shots aimed at the Asteyr's head. Slow as the immense machine was, its projectiles did not share this weakness, and at this range they would be even harder to avoid. The blazing bombardment also removed a lot of heat from the prototype, a small bonus for its strained pilot, who was already moving his focus to other things. In spite of the weapon's great accuracy, he did not aim for a vulnerable joint- for that was not the purpose of the attack. Instead, he'd shot at an easier target, requiring less work from him- and sending two brightly burning bullets streaking right at the Asteyr's face, where most of its sensors were likely located. Mechs were damn hard to blind, and he doubted the attack would have much of a lasting effect, but the shining shots would get in the way, preventing the enemy pilot from clearly seeing what was going on and hopefully making them focus on evading, rather than on where the greater danger was.
Tyler had been confident in his tactics, but that didn't mean he'd ignored contingencies. He'd hoped to have his mech's left arm already up when the Asteyr came at him, prepared to grab its wrist as soon as it made that first attack. It had proven too slow, however, to accomplish such a gesture on time. Nevertheless, the arm had moved, and would be fairly close to its target. Not close enough to make the intended grab, but enough for the movement to be adapted, changed into something simpler, that required even less movement from the IMMOLATOR and even more from its opponent.
As the hulking metal beast spat vicious fire at its enemy's eyes, its implacable fingers would be closing around the FN blade.
Though a grab for the wrist required some amount of reach, the sword extended all the way between the arm and the IMMOLATOR's face, requiring no such extension at all. In addition, while a new movement would have had no chance of keeping up with the swift Asteyr, the prototype had already been moving its arm up as the enemy leaped- the bulk of its movement was already done, and by seizing the closer target it was removing much of the remaining work it had to do. Some movement was still required, and the other mech would likely be quick enough to respond- but how fast was it? This was the left arm grabbing, coming from to the left (Soran's right)- moving the blade outwards would be literally playing into the IMMOLATOR's hands. To the right (Soran's left) was the bulk of the prototype's head- trying to push the sword further into the cut would do virtually nothing to move it out of the way. The most obvious action would be to simply pull it out as planned, and that would likely succeed, but not fast enough. Though the Asteyr was quicker, it was not infinitely quicker, and to move the full length of a long blade entirely out of reach before a movement already in progress prior to the strike that had landed it there covered a relatively tiny distance to grip it- well, that was fairly unlikely.
In a fight between humans, this would never have worked. The grab would have been made, but the man with the sword could have just pulled it free, slicing deep into his opponents fingers in the process. However, the IMMOLATOR held a massive advantage here. Though the Asteyr was five times faster, the IMMOLATOR was five times stronger, and any attempt to budge the sword once the blade was in its grip would fail to yield much movement. The lighter mech would be forced to either abandon its weapon, or be stuck close to the IMMOLATOR, where it could be grappled with and put down with ease.
Whether or not the grab succeeded, Tyler still had another nasty surprise ready. He was still mostly focused on maneuvering his left arm, but his other attack was already prepared- he only needed to pull the trigger.
The sword had come slashing into the IMMOLATOR's face, and the left arm had risen to its level. That mean that the Asteyr's sword arm would be somewhere around that height as well. It was kicking off the larger mech's body now, so its legs would be below the sword, but extended towards Tyler's machine rather than the ground. In short, below the sword, but not too low either... which was more or less where he'd left the IMMOLATOR's right arm, cutting short its ascent earlier on.
The big red mech was too damn slow to make a grab at its enemy's legs and have any chance of succeeding. Its weapons, however, did not share that same weakness. As the Asteyr kicked off, the IMMOLATOR's right hand split in half, revealing the superheated piledriver primed just behind it.
The weapon would shoot out of the huge arm that had concealed it, moving far faster than the limb itself could have. It was a crude weapon- little more than a superheated spike of metal to be suddenly thrust outwards for sudden blows in melee combat -but its power was immense. Though it was unlikely to hit a weak point, given the frantic nature of the situation and Tyler's focus on his grab, it was fast and close enough to easily strike the legs unless blocked. The enemy might try pulling the legs away to evade it, but given that they were just finishing kicking off, that was unlikely to work (especially since the piledriver's extension was not nearly so sluggish as the mech wielding it).
Whether or not Tyler's opponent tried to maneuver the shield down there, it would not be an easy blow to take. Damage was one thing, but it was also worth noting that the Asteyr was trying to propel itself backwards through the air, and would need to land once it had pushed away. Even if it managed to escape the grab at its sword, which would likely be an even trickier problem, it would be faced with a possible crash-landing once it hit the ground, if it took such a sizeable impact while making its jump.
Primal armor: either 8450 or 3900 out of 13000. (Soran's first attack didn't hit a joint, and he has admitted the minor mistake. As for the two numbers... Soran's last post listed two attacks, but also said "I would continue with the first attack I had made before, but cutting the other two out as to make evasive action." If the second attack was meant to be made then I will accept the damage, though will also note that this would make it even more difficult for Soran to get his sword out of the way in time.
1st attack (plasma shot): 1040 2nd attack (plasma shot): 1040 3rd attack (piledriver): 5460
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