Revenant's Workshop
Nodding with satisfaction, the Revenant returned his attention to his Terminal. With a key strokes, the process began. True to his word, it only took a few minutes before the work was done. Checking that everything was now in order and satisfied at the results, he gave the command for the Apparatus to extract a small amount of favor Maddie's dreamspace before retracting out of it and returning to it's resting position on the ceiling. Shortly thereafter, a small machine just beside the operating table Maddie lay on, unnoticed until now as flared to life, dispensed a small, glowing pill.
"Alright, Hunter." Revenant said, leaning back in his chair "That's it for now. Take the pill that was dispensed and the fragmentation should be dealt with. Don't expect any major improvements in performance or anything, it honestly wasn't that bad. But you should feel some parts of your mech feel just a little snappier than before."
Caridin (Being treated to a Can of Whoop Ass in the Arena)
Caridin felt himself rocked by the impact of the attacks he never even saw coming, feeling the searing pain as some of them even managed to break through his armor completely in certain places, leaving his hull riddled and battered. The temptation to sit there and wonder what the feck had just happened was powerful, so too was the temptation to let himself be washed away by the pain of a thousand glorious suns that had just perforated his being. Caridin could not afford either however, he knew that much immediately.
Thinking on the words and advice that had led him to follow this man's mysterious call to the Arena in the first place, he steeled himself the moment he had become aware of the mysterious blows breaking through his armor, eyes shifting to an even more intense gold than before, so intense it caused the cracked visor of Raguel to burn with otherworldly light. He channeled his entire focus away from the confusion and the agony caused by the onslaught and instead towards his opponent's actions, and how he might salvage this already horribly doomed battle. With adrenaline pumping, his focus intensified to a razor fine point, he watched as Arcturus loosed the attack he had been anticipating in the first place, sending it hurtling towards him at dangerous speeds. Were his concentration any lesser, he would've easily let that fact alone distract him from the man's rapid movement towards his right flank.
His options were limited, his time preciously short. Attempting to unleash a Smite at such an unfathomably full charge as it had now, even with the added speed of a favor burst, would likely still take just oh so slightly too long to accomplish anything before he was destroyed. He could attempt to instead surge that unfathomable charge into his armor, empowering it to the point of oh so brief invincibility... but that still left the problem of the inevitable follow up his opponent was doubtlessly preparing. Channeling his spark's charge to defend himself would leave him even less time to use it to unleash the retaliatory strike he so desperately needed to interrupt that follow up. He could try to reach him with a favor burst fueled charge, but there was no guarantee his attack would connect before the archer loosed his next volley and destroyed him.
unless...
If it hits... the opening could let me close in and smash him. If it doesn't, well... won't change anything
His course set, and his mind resolved to at least go down swinging if he was destined to go down, Caridin wasted no effort on attempting to move out of the way of the arrow. Instead he focused the entirety of his being into making his one shot at retaliation count, loading up his sword arm with as much fluid favor as he could muster, holding it there until the right opportunity, instead of immediately expelling it as the spell usually would've. He could feel his mech protest as the stress on its limb grew ever greater, like a balloon swelling to the point of bursting. He ignored it, knowing full well he would still have the other arm fully operational for use if this gambit played out well.
Just before the Arrow finally made impact, Caridin leapt into action. He called forth the light of his spark, but rather than project it outwards, focused it throughout his hull, dedicating its power from destroying everything in its path, to instead destroying anything and everything that would dare touch him. At the same time that he empowered his armor to the point of invincibility, he simultaneously unleashed the full brunt of the fluid favor he had stored in his arm, primarily centered on the wrist. What followed was an unearthly whine as his blade left his hand with monstrous speed and power, moving across the battlefield as screaming blur of white light that hurtled directly towards Arcturus.
Mere milliseconds later, the arrow made impact. The veil of blinding light around him grew even brighter, destroying the projectile on contact and unleashing it's full force to counteract the power of the massive explosion of energy the arrow subsequently spawned... and then immediately fading away as the immediate danger passed.
6 Point Armor Bonus Used
Through it all, Caridin kept his attention focused on the mysterious man, ready to cast Favor Burst one more time in order capitalize on whatever opening his gambit might've bought him.
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