"Alrighty, thanks for the help, doc." Wolf nodded to the medic. " 'bout time I got back."
Wolf walked with a slight limp, less of a limp than before, to Cherub. "Sir, I'm patched up and ready to move. Orders?"
"Alrighty, thanks for the help, doc." Wolf nodded to the medic. " 'bout time I got back."
Wolf walked with a slight limp, less of a limp than before, to Cherub. "Sir, I'm patched up and ready to move. Orders?"
Looking over at the new person, Wolf, the Swordsmen chuckled a little.
That boy might have a dislocated joint, no he is able to walk so more then likely sprain in the knee or ankle. A useless asset if ever I saw one unless he gets that taken care of, I will wait to see his choice.
Looking from his little perch on the semi-broken pile of debris from the fight Amaria kept sharping his blade, not so much twiddling down the metal but rather cleaning it to keep the blade it's self from getting dull considering most of its cutting came from the intense heat it put off. Having put down his flask, taken a small drink, the Swordsmen's nerves felt calm but his reasons for taking the drink where a sign, to himself mostly, of bad omens to come.
Unnatural darkness fell over the camp once again.
Cherub grabbed Wolf by the shoulder and shoved him toward the elevator. "Move. Now." He drew his swords and rushed to the edge of the camp and exclaimed, "SHE'S BACK! MOVE IT! HUSTLE!" The knights immediately started for the elevator, taking with them everything they could carry. Kora smashed the robot brain and followed Grael.
As Cherub watched numerous pairs of crimson eyes appear in the darkness, he glanced back and called out, "Amaria, Furor, help Wolf escort the others to safety. I'll follow when I can. Don't stop for any reason. Understood?"
Holding his sword in a ready stance on the elevator Amaria called back one single word, from him it normally came after a rather dark order but in this case it seemed to hold a bit more.
"Katanoitó."
Standing firm on the platform the Swordsmen waited as the metal contraption went down, gone now was the world of light. Into a darker hole to which only his mind and, what was left of it, his imagination could create.
Going into a dark pit, not knowing whats waiting for us...this feels right.
"Pain is useful," Den murmured incoherently.
He wanted to scratch his nose, but couldn't.This irritated him.
"Can someone scratch me nose, please?" he asked innocently enough. He wondered what they were doing, and if he could find somewhere more comfortable to lay.
Skyla's fingers drummed the side of the grip of her falchion, awaiting to tear at enemies.
But, first- getting down the elevator safely was a more important task.
Cobalt shot upright and to attention as he heard a voice - namely Cherub's - call out. He quickly fastened his shield back onto his arm, picked up his bag, and ran for the elevator. He had questions about what exactly was going down, but that had to wait. To calm himself, he thumbed the grip of his antigua as he waited outside the elevator, waiting for the rest of the knights to get in before he entered.
"What in the scrap did I walk into?!"
Grael burst into a sprint at the words of Cherub, whatever she was, Grael did not want to meet them again. He slipped onto the elevator and slipped his Stunvolt into both hands, ready to use at a moment's notice.
No rest for the weary.
Upon hearing Cherub's orders, Furor just took his equipment, then scrambled hastily without question. Having been completely isolated in the past, he wanted to do his best to ensure he doesn't lose his comrades once more. His tranquil tone turned rough as he guided the other knights. "Everyone, to the elevator! It won't be pretty." He hustled to see if anyone had tripped. As if getting the others to safety first was his top priority, Furor quietly uttered, "No worries, comrades. If I don't make it on time, I'll try to hold them back..."
The groanings of the undead reverberated through the blackness, their eyes piercing the night like daggers to the heart. In the center marched their champion, shrouded in darkness such that the only perceptible sign of her presence was the sound of tortured metal plates.
Cherub lifted his Sealed Sword.
A pale Ascended Calibur, still engraved with the emblem of the Spiral Order, rose to meet him in response. In a moment, Cherub was sucked into the void, where began a short, furious clash that ended with a loud cry. Cherub darted back into the dim light clutching a wound in his side. His face was white, not with fear, but with dreaded realization. All he could do was lift a finger and stutter "Se-" before a black rapier plunged through his other side.
A figure emerged from the darkness. In that moment, Den saw something he could never forget, a screaming nightmare of one he once saw perish in the flames.
And he knew.
The last thing Kurelion remembered was some knight-like machine taking him out, throwing him unconscious.
Kurelion woke up to a loud cry of a knight to his right, his name was Cherub, even though he didn't know that at the time. He had no idea what was going on. He was in some camp, which was unnaturally dark. All around him knights were in panic, running to some weird elevator like machine. Kurelion looked to his right, to see what was the loud cry, or rather who shouted it, when he noticed he was being carried. A knight was carrying him towards the elevator thing while around him he saw 2 other knights helping him. He had no idea if it's due to an attack by strange creatures of Cradle, or if he's still on Cradle. He was so confused that he thought it was just a nightmare before of his demise by the machine-knight thing.
"Ughh" He gasped, much to the carrier's surprise, trying to tell him he's alive and awake, even though his entire body felt like burning spaghetti.
((Amaria, Furor and Wolf, whoever of you decides to be the carrier will be him, doesn't really matter that much.))
Like a demon descending from the abyssal heavens in a twisted mockery, the supposedly doomed figure sent Den into a seizure of unrestrained shaking.
It was a bloody corpse resurfacing from the depths of Den's memories. The fire, metal melting skin like a butter, burning, sizzling like in a skillet. Despite it all, Den felt hot, felt the heat surge, felt the flames consume him once more. Ravenous flames from the burning ship clamping down on him.
Or maybe the campfire had exploded.
No matter what occurred, the undeniable truth was that Den screamed. The scream tore itself from Den's mouth, his mind emptying through the shrill, desperate pitch.
Looking down at Den the swordsmen shook his head.
Terror's, it seems like PTSD has kicked in.
Reaching down Amaria drew back and slapped the man with a rather strong, open handed smack.
"Wake up, your useless scared."
"I'll take him."
Lifting Cherub onto his back, he grabbed his modified blaster and aimed at the darkness, firing a few shots as Wolf retreated to the elevator. Crouching, he pressed two fingers to her neck.
"Still breathing." He grunted, and applied a pressure bandage onto her side, and forced a pill down her throat.
Wolf then shouted at the top of his lungs, "ANY LAST KNIGHT? WE'RE GOING DOWN AND IF YOU DON'T COME, WE'RE GONNA HAVE TO LEAVE YOU!"
Kurelion fell from the carrier's hands.
Be it him being afraid and running to the elevator, or him being slain by whatever killed that other knight that woke him up. Suddenly he heard a knight shouting, "ANY LAST KNIGHT? WE'RE GOING DOWN AND IF YOU DON'T COME, WE'RE GONNA HAVE TO LEAVE YOU!" He took a large breath and screamed as loud as he could "Help!!".
It was barely even noticeable in the chaos of battle.
Kurelion knew he was by his own, he crawled as quickly as he can with his injuries towards the knight he heard, and shouted once again "Someone Help Me!!!" though he was confident he was to be left behind and be killed by the thing that hit that knight.
Even though he was hopeless, he shouted one last time.
"Anyone! Please help!"
Cobalt scanned the camp for any more knights. He heard a faint yell. As much as Wolf's warning deterred him from going to help, it was his task to do so, after all. He turned to face the knights in the elevator. "Hold the elevator! There's one more knight!" And with that, he took off to find the source of the yelling. He quickly spotted Kurelion, crawling towards the elevator. "Thought I heard someone! Let's get you to the elevator." He quickly picked Kurelion up (Bear in mind he doesn't know the extent of Kurelion's injuries, so carrying him bridal-style could hurt him) and sprinted back, hoping to catch the elevator.
If he didn't, then it'd be one hell of a day.
Looking at the new comer with the injured knight Amaria quickly pushed over to assist the wounded.
"Hit the button and spread out. They need room. Once we get to the end of this little ride, secure the area around this contraption, after that I will start first aid with assistance."
The Iron Wolf reached behind his back pulling out his medical supply kit, thankfully it had been restocked before departure thanks in most part to the CO's orders.
More wounded, starting to think this is more of a war zone then a rescue.
Moving over to make room for the wounded, Wolf grips Amaria's shoulder.
"Amaria, we ain't going to make it if somebody doesn't hold the Valkaryie back. Look, you're the medic. You take 'em down, I'll hold em off."
As if on cue, the Valkaryie screeched and a flying piece of metal slammed into the side of the elevator and sliced into Wolf's side.
Wolf winced as if there was just a stone in his boot, and he brandished his sword before falling back down.
All but Wolf made it on to the elevator.
The mechanism squealed and grumbled, but eventually moved the platform down. No sooner had the others disappeared from sight than Wolf got a good, close look at the thing that was frightening them.
The first thing he noticed was her face. Half metal, half flesh, lacking all hair, and grafted on with red biofoam, it was at once horrifying and beautiful. Black molten Valkyrie armor, ruined by flames, was held together by mysterious crimson veins and rattled like chains whenever she moved. The only unbroken thing she possessed was an Ascended Calibur, a pale blade in the moonlight and stained with the blood of her former kinsmen.
A gloved hand pulled the visor down over her face before raising the Calibur. As she drew closer, Wolf could have sworn he heard a faint screaming emanating from somewhere inside her.
Coughing blood into the visor, covering it it in blood. He fell to his knees, in front of the Valkryie, and injected a canister of biofoam into his side, feeling the material expand and cover the wound. For now.
He looked up through his blood-stained visor, and aimed at the monstrosity. "Go to hell." He fired, and the gun clicked. He forgot to refill his energy clip.
Wolf swore and threw his sword at the Valkyire in an useless attempt to ward her off.
The valkyrie paced up to him. Their eyes met. Her metal hand reached out and pulled him by the shoulder into an embrace. As his bewildered mind struggled to comprehend what just happened, agonizing pain tore through his heart.
Cold tears spilled on his shoulder. They weren't his.
Then, she pushed him down the elevator shaft. Darkness enveloped him. But the life never left him. Instead, something else spawned inside him that kept him alive, a mysterious voice that urged him to live on.
Where he landed remains to be seen...
Darkness, my old friend.
Looking around the dark shaft he and the group the Iron Wolf was with left him with the impression of seclusion in the sense that he and the group where locked away for the time. Despite the fact they where moving things felt still, unmoving, as if this piece of equipment had been kept in good running condition. Looking up, the shaft of light starting to fade, a grim reminder of what waited above.
Wait, is that...
With little though the Iron Wolf looked at the locked sides of the elevator. What he saw was a falling body and at this rate the man was going to fall down back first into the metal flooring.
"This is stupid."
With that said the man quickly jumped up grabbing the railing to pull him up. Carefully with practiced balance the Iron Wolf waited for a moment, as soon as the body came into a solid view he jumped over to the siding that the Elevator was being pulled down on, the groves acting as his footing as he hopped from side to side for at least two jumps to catch the Falling man. Once in his arms Amaria looked down as he crossed the gap one last time.
Can't just drop, might brake something, need to slide.
Once on the railing the Swordsmen shifted the body to his shoulder now able to get a hold in the groves correctly, reaching around he grabbed he smooth interlining grove that looked like a solid indent all the way down.
"If this works, you stay be me."
His dead pan words came as he threw his feet around the side and locked them into the grove. Keeping his body off of the indented side for safety he slid down, at this point thanking himself for getting the gloves made a little thick for protection.
"No, wait!"
Kam was literally scrambling to make it to the lift on time. It wasn't her fault that the impact of her escape pod knocked her unconscious, and when she had come to, night had fallen. Kam's com link fizzled and fussed, and picked up a message on repeat. A rescue camp, by the sounds of things, but the coordinates were too jumbled to make out.
Must be out of range... Kam thought to herself.
She had wandered this new world aimlessly, defending herself when she needed to and fell victim to a hole in the ground, injuring her ankle. The knight's exploration ended when she heard the yells and cries of other knights. Follow the noises she had thought, and she would be with others of her kind.
The indigo knight stumbled and fell halfway there, and as Kam pushed herself up again, she saw a armor padded knight carrying another sprinting as fast as he could back to the lift. And Kam was determined to be right on his heels, that is, if she wasn't running like she had a stone in her boot. The other knight made it to the lift before her, and it began to slowly descend.
No no no no!
There was a square hole where the lift used to be, and she could see the other knights down below, slowly sinking into the earth. Kam would have to act now if she didn't want to injure herself further. Besides, wall sliding couldn't be that hard...right? Gripping the edge she lowered herself into the shaft and quickly discovered that this lift didn't have walls. Kam panicked, and tried to pull herself back up realizing her mistake a tad too late. A sharp pang hit her wrist and shocked her just enough to make her let go...
The elevator came to a grinding halt.
An aura of silence permeated the dim atmosphere.
Then they noticed the beat. Not of drums, but of gears. Teeth grinding on each other. Ratchets clicking. Furnaces burning. As their eyes adjusted, their breaths vanished as they beheld...it.
They stood on the inside of a vast sphere. A narrow, railless walkway overhanging the abyss led up to a disk-shaped platform mounted on an arm hinged at the center. The platform rested on a circular track that ran about the equator of the sphere. The whole apparatus vaguely resembled a clock face. On the ceiling was a cylindrical container whose diameter matched that of the track upon which the platform might rotate.
Just below the track, on the 3:00 and 9:00 positions, stood two giant cylinders. The platform would pass over them if it were rotating. But at the moment, it stood still, ready to accept new passengers.
Coming to a rather abrupt halt on his slid Amaria laid Wolf down on his back, taking a moment to make sure the Knight was alright before looking up and realizing his environment. The metal and gear's all turning like some kinda machine and from the looks of it in well maintained condition.
Well this is interesting, everything seems to be working and tracks are down as well. Trains, no to small for trains, maybe mine cards or the like. Either way better get something done quickly.
Turning to the squad he gave a moment looking them over, and the new arrival who slipped down almost unnoticed during the chaos above.
"Rule number one, all comms are to tune into a single channel. After that set up a small perimeter. Our Primary goal at the moment should be getting the wounded into fighting shape, after that we look for a way back up. Honestly with out Intel or any other sources for information for all we know we could be in the middle of a hot box. If there are any questions, I don't care just get your jobs done."
He might have come off cold, but what could some one expect from an Iron Wolf. They would cold, calculated monster's who worked as the silent blades of both the Order and the Imperial's back on there home planet. Of course he just started barking order, feeling that it was only right considering his rank and current status as a healer, it was never a good idea to disobey a doctor or Field medic when they might end up being the one healing you.
Turning back to Wolf Amaria went to work trying to fix the man up as best he could with the supplies he was given.
Not really a whole lot I can do other then just patch you back into fighting shape. Not like we have something that could fix this quicker then natural time. Maybe back home but here, no.
Wolf was bewildered, and at the same time in pain.
He craned his head to see that he was falling.
Then pain. And Darkness.
"Argh! Oh! Crud!"
He screamed in pain, then tried to move.
Agony.
He screamed again.
Wolf was bewildered, and at the same time in pain.
He craned his head to see that he was falling.
Then pain. And Darkness.
"Argh! Oh! Crud!"
He screamed in pain, then tried to move.
Agony.
He screamed again.
The darkness in Wolf's mind was penetrated by a small, childish voice.
"I'm hungry."
The knights soon got the feeling that something sinister was descending the elevator shaft. They couldn't afford to stay long. They would have to get on the platform and see if it rotated around to an exit.
While he was going down the elevator, Furor felt a bit of guilt knowing that at least a comrade was not able to make it on time. However, he had to cope with the feeling. Hearing the chaos regarding Wolf, he felt a bit of worry too.
Hearing Amaria's instructions, Furor raised his hand for a second, "But sir, my comm is-" That was when he was cut off by the statement regarding questions, leaving the spike-clad knight in a bit of a pickle... While repeatedly tapping on his earpiece with his free hand, he thought to himself, "Looks like I gotta ask someone else"
Afterwards, upon feeling something going down the elevator, Furor froze for a second, then held his giant sword with both hands, taking on a ready stance in case of hostiles. He uttered very quietly, but with a rough tone, "Don't make me do this..."
Just as the Iron Wolf went to start his work he stopped, a chill running down his spine from a familiar presence. Packing the medical equipment and slamming the hurt Wolf onto his shoulder once more the sprang to his feet turning to the group who he just gave orders to. As he did he came to the consultation that everyone else must of felt it as well.
"Oi! Belay the last order, right now we have maybe a minute or two before whatever is coming gets here. Lets not waste any time. Move to the platform, if looks like it might be a cart of some sort or if anything a rising or falling staging platform. I can be for sure but Engi, see if you can get something, the rest of us will have to guard you once we get to the platform."
With that said the Swordsmen booked it in the direction of the platform. With his eyes open and mind processing everything it could he didn't stop till he was in the center of the platform.
This looks like a clock of some sort, perhaps if turned to the right angles it might move...lets see, tracks bellow seem to move horizontal to the entrance staging area. No consoles to operate it, could it be pressure activated. No if that was the case it would have started moving the moment one of us stepped foot on it. Perhaps there is something somewhere that counted...the elevator. It might have the same type of sensor on it, and the console up... alright.
Looking back at the group and the entrance he waited with baited breath, for all he knew this little idea he had, might not be right and they where sitting ducks waiting for the butcher's blade.
Grael readjusted his backpack straps and darted across the rail-less walkway, mentally keeping himself from looking down. He was pretty sure he wasn't the only one who felt the wave of coldness that seemed to come from above the lift, but right now that wasn't what he should focus on. He did a quick 360, fully examining the weird room they were in.
"It's like we're on a giant clock, and those are the hands. Which means they probably move." Grael muttered to himself.
Grael located what seemed to be a control terminal (guessing here), and made his way over to it. He examined the foreign controls, and decided he wouldn't try to do anything until everyone is across. He looked at the Iron Wolf and then towards the knights that were moving down the walkway.
"Tell everyone to get on this central platform, I'm going to see if I can make this clock tick."
((Can I get a description of the control panel? Or what Grael thinks is a control panel?))
The control panel was situated on the mobile platform itself. One would have to get on in order to use it. An interesting design choice...
(also I was asking for the panel controls, as of now I'm going to assume it's a manipulable miniature clock that has areas where the platforms are.)
Grael poked around at the control panel to figure out that the 'alien control panel' was no more than a cooling vent. He cursed himself for wasting time and turned to look for a proper control panel. Then it came to him. Before he'd been looking at the room like a visual piece of art, rather than an actual transport station. He then moved over to what seemed to be the 'hands' of the clock, and saw the small panel on the end of each one. Grael made his way to the panel and looked at the controls.
It seemed to be a bird's eye view of the room, giving more evidence to the clock theory. The hands of the clock, positioned at 9:00 and 3:00, seemed to be moveable, so Grael reached a tentative hand out, and moved the hand that he was supposed to be on, and moved it slightly towards 6:00.
As the platform was already at the 6:00 (relative to where the knights stepped off the elevator), the mechanism groaned a bit, jostling the platform in place. Oddly, it seemed designed to rotate in the counter-clockwise direction.
Everyone raced onto the platform. Grael moved the clock hand. Just as the Black Valkyrie touched bottom, a cage suddenly formed over the entire platform, which began its slow rotation.
Kurelion felt lucky he was still alive, he wondered if any other knights were left behind....
After receiving some basic medical care, he was able to walk... Or at least limp. He has nothing on him except his armor and trusty shovel. "At least I have some kind of weapon." He thought to himself, as many other knights didn't have anything to defend themselves with.
He heard some knights are calling to go on, as they are feeling a 'dark presence'. Personally, Kurelion didn't feel anything but pain, but at least he could walk. He heard some talks about a clock, and something about hours, he didn't understand any of it.
Then the knights started to race towards a platform. Though Kurelion didn't quite know why so many of the knights started racing towards the platform he limped onto the platform as Grael moved the clock-looking hand. He saw the Black Valkyrie the knights talked about, he guessed that's probably why some knights felt a grim presence.
A cage formed over the entire platform, which started slowly rotating. "A giant clock? Spinning backwards? Could it be... a time machine?" he thought to himself. "No I probably just watched too many science fictions movies." as the clock-looking platform kept rotating.
A platform in the ceiling began to descend into the cage.
There was a Tortodrone on it.
Cobalt had been silent throughout the entire ordeal. All of this was new to him - so he had decided on studying the contraption rather than checking on the rest of the knights. The cage had made him uneasy - and reminded him that his hand was still on his antigua's handle. He watched as a platform began to move down into the cage.
What in the hell is that?
He was, of course, referring to the massive, tortoise-like monster descending with the platform. He pulled his trusty revolver from its respective holster, and pointed it at the platform.
If that thing even thinks about hurting these people, it's getting a new hole in its head.
"Who's that?!" Wolf swiftly turned his head in search of the voice, tried to rise, then yelling in pain and collasped.
"I'm.... Hungry....."
Wolf felt a shudder past through him, despite his warm layers. He whipped his gun out, turned his Comms into a broadcast and said, "This is Spiral Knight Wolf, requesting evac. Heavily injured, probably broken legs. I need immediate medical assistance. Is anyone there?"
OOC: I'm thinking if I dropped too far, nobody would be able to hear Wolf's cries. Idk. Up to Thin.
The platform came to a halt. The chains binding the tortodrone snapped and fell. When Cobalt pointed the revolver at the mighty beast's head, it turned and looked him dead in the eye. Staring back, he noticed that, while the mech seemed to possess mechanisms for facial expression, the only one he could find was serenity. As they studied one another in the moment's calm, Cobalt realized that the beast knew it wouldn't come out of this alive. Yet, even knowing this, there was neither fear nor anger in its face, having come to terms with the fate it was given.
The tortodrone's eyes narrowed.
It loaded a batch of missiles into its arm cannons and charged straight at Cobalt.
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The shudders and weightlessness told Wolf he was still falling, despite the utter darkness. His cries bounced through the elevator shaft and whimpered out, unheard by any living soul. His comms just roared in his ears with static.
"Hey, Wolf,"
the voice said. It sounded young, girlish, and a little sad. "I'm here. You're not alone. Just don't ignore me. Please."
((OoC: Will go back and edit posts then when time omits me, till then I will post now))
Looking at the platform with the strange creature, and the knight now holding a weapon in its face one though came to the swordsmen's mind. Was this creature friend or foe, yet that question seemed to be answered almost as quickly as it came. Some aperatis moving what could only be described as old style missles, compared to the Knights equipment it was old but still lethal none the less.
Judging by the payload its packing its armor must be thick enough to withstand such a blast it can make perhaps a little more so considering.
Pulling his Red Saber from it's sheath Amaria took a ready stance, knowing full well with no information on the creature that the group would have to work together in order to either open a weakness or just straight out overpower the monster before them.
A big green and metal hulking creature, with weaponized hands. Yet something felt odd, it didn't show any signs of being hostal till it realized the weapon in it's face.
It looked at the Knight for a moment, it thought. Which means it could have been friendly...This is why we don't just point our weapons at people.
Taking a deep breath Amaria yelled at the knight who might have been a little distracted by the fist coming at him.
"Get back and lower your weapon!"
A strange thing to say but still maybe the could avoid a fight if the creature realized the Knights where of no threat to it, but then again that was just a hunch with a big risk.
Cobalt's aim wavered as the Tortodrone and him exchanged glances. If he wasn't so on edge when he saw the monster, he might have not pulled his pistol on it. That gaze... It made him uneazy. His attention was snapped back to reality, as the tortodrone came bounding toward him. With a yelp, he leaped - or more accurately, threw himself - to the side, in an attempt to get out the way of the massive beast's path.
While it is to be certain that a rocket to the face wouldn't be a fun experience, it would be even less so for Cobalt.
So, of course, Skyla moved into the Tortodrone's dead zone, and attempted to redirect some of the rockets; Aiming mainly for the ceiling, simulated lack thereof or not.
"This will not be pleasant."
Kam hit the lift halfway down before it stopped, the wind knocked right out and body searing with pain. Could anything get worse? Well...on the bright side...she was alive. Alive and injured, possibly twice now from that fall, but she didn't feel injured. Thank god for armor. She'd have to get a medic to look at her when this was all over and they were safe. Kam laid there for a moment more before someone barked orders and the group began to move onward. Groaning she pushed herself onto her stomach, then her knees before pulling herself to her feet. It seemed that no one had taken notice to her presence, not that she minded, but she did make a rather interesting entrance.
She followed the group, looking around and trying to keep up. Sounds from above made Kam look up and saw a weird tortoise creature descend heavily from the ceiling and landed with a thud. One of the knights in front drew his gun.
"I don't think that's--"
Too late. The massive creature turned hostile when threatened, firing missiles rapidly. Instinctively, Kam readied her shield, but even then doubted that her Iron Buckler would be enough to withstand a barrage of missiles.
Out of the frying pan and into the fire huh?
Grael stepped away from the panel and unholstered his pistol. He examined the tortoise-like construct and a few simple facts came to mind. Obvious shell is obvious, probably heavily resistant to most attacks, direct attacks towards the front. Seems to pack some sort of missile launcher, avoid missiles at all costs.
He lowered his weapon and switched to his shield. To take something like this out they would need some form of artillery, not anything they had at the moment.
Grael couldn't contribute to combating something that big, but he might be able to make a distraction. He lowered himself into a kneeling position, and covered himself with his plate shield. Then he swung his pack around and pulled out a couple of the trinkets he'd tinkered with. If he could throw together a flying gadget that made a lot of noise, he might be able to lead the Tortodrone away.
Amaria's cry went unheeded. The tortodrone crashed into the metal cage where Cobalt once stood, and volleys of gunfire ripped into its hide. Rockets barrelled toward unsuspecting knights, diverted into the roof at the last moment by Skyla's quick action. Kam's buckler kept the heat and debris out of her face, but not the scare; she sheer firepower that came her way left her a bit shell-shocked.
Grael, meanwhile, found that his gadget didn't make nearly enough noise to distract the beast over the clamor of rockets, stomps, crashes, and gunfire. He would need something like a loudspeaker to get anyone's attention.
"Anoitoi!"
Moving his Red Saber behind his back in a ready stance the Iron Wolf charged into the fray, doing his best to avoid as much debris and shrapnel as possible, most of which hit his armor and thankfully bounced off, not with out leaving a sting from the impact. His goal was to try and avoid detection as best as possible, or at least try not to make himself look too threatening. Of course he was going to try and circle the creature, scaning with his eyes for any sign of weakness they could perhaps use or pry off to expose a softer target.
Well its a large beast we might of been able to avoid fighting, this is why I hate guns nothing but violence and carnage.
Keeping his wits about him Amaria was tense to try and get too close, but then again recon needed to be done here and the beast was busy dealing with the others so he felt this might have been the best time as to give the creature the once over. The Red Saber all the while giving off a soft hiss as the weapon heated up for battle.
Cobalt launched to his feet, giving a short sigh of relief. If he hadn't gotten out of the way of the Tortodrone, he'd be a knight pancake right there and then. He raised his Antigua once again, and fired a few shots at the monster's legs, hoping to slow it and prevent it from charging at another knight like it just had.
"Someone, get those injured knights to a safe place on the Cage!" Cobalt began to walk backwards, continuing to fire at the Tortodrone's stumps which could be considered its legs. "I'll try to keep the... Whatever this is away from you!"
Grael hefted his pack and slung it over one shoulder, reaching around with his other hand to pull over the other shoulder. He tested the weight and balance, just to be sure he wouldn't be unbalanced if he needed to move quickly in the coming journey. Satisfied, Grael started towards the center of the camp to help with mobilizing.
What could a scrawny Mechanic help carry?