At some point, he can't help but worry he might be walking into danger. It hasn't been that long since the incident with the forest, after all, and as the trees around him grow thicker his machines draw closer to his to body. Perhaps a similar trap could be at work here. After the fireflies failed...
He looks back once, hesitating... but he has his Dynamo with him. A crackling flicker of electricity to remind him that he's at full power. Even if this was a trap, he hardly has anything to fear. He chuckles, brushing off his concerns before turning back to the cat.
He's being way too paranoid. This is just a normal forest, and it's not like he's being hypnotized. There's nothing to worry about.
He marches forward with confidence, ducking under a branch just as the cat suddenly leaps into a bushโ
A noise, like darts whizzing through the air. The hairs on his neck stand up.
"Dynamo!" The noise is familiar, he realizes much later, but a fraction of a second is still enough time for him call up a defensive formation. Needles pang against metal as the barrier forms, falling harmlessly to the forest floor. Fucking Chikusa, that insufferable jackassโ
He can't pinpoint the source of the attack, so he spreads out his defence as far as he can. That turns out to be the correct choiceโbut it's a slower to activate at that size, against a small and fast-moving barrage. His barriers are designed to resist heavy impacts from larger enemies, not something as tiny as a needle. There are too many cracks for him to fill on such short notice.
At least 84% of the needles are blocked by the barrier. 3% bounce off his dynamos. 8% embed themselves in his armour, or clatter to the ground when they're unable to stick. And the last 5%...
A 95% defence rate is still pretty good, actually. He'll be impressed with his defence program later when he doesn't have several needles sticking out of his body.
He hisses through grit teeth, forcing himself to concentrate until the rain of needles runs out. Only when the forest falls quiet again does the purple force field start to waver, a hand reaching down to grip a needle buried deep in his sideโa slit in his armour designed for flexibility, but the material underneath is only a little tougher than cotton. He pulls it out in one quick motion, blood starting to stain through not long after. Another is hastily pulled from his leg. There are others, he can feel them pricking into his skin, but he doesn't have time to dig out every single one. He whirls around, dynamos humming with a bright electric aura as he searches for his assailant.
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He looks back once, hesitating... but he has his Dynamo with him. A crackling flicker of electricity to remind him that he's at full power. Even if this was a trap, he hardly has anything to fear. He chuckles, brushing off his concerns before turning back to the cat.
He's being way too paranoid. This is just a normal forest, and it's not like he's being hypnotized. There's nothing to worry about.
He marches forward with confidence, ducking under a branch just as the cat suddenly leaps into a bushโ
A noise, like darts whizzing through the air. The hairs on his neck stand up.
"Dynamo!" The noise is familiar, he realizes much later, but a fraction of a second is still enough time for him call up a defensive formation. Needles pang against metal as the barrier forms, falling harmlessly to the forest floor. Fucking Chikusa, that insufferable jackassโ
He can't pinpoint the source of the attack, so he spreads out his defence as far as he can. That turns out to be the correct choiceโbut it's a slower to activate at that size, against a small and fast-moving barrage. His barriers are designed to resist heavy impacts from larger enemies, not something as tiny as a needle. There are too many cracks for him to fill on such short notice.
At least 84% of the needles are blocked by the barrier. 3% bounce off his dynamos. 8% embed themselves in his armour, or clatter to the ground when they're unable to stick. And the last 5%...
A 95% defence rate is still pretty good, actually. He'll be impressed with his defence program later when he doesn't have several needles sticking out of his body.
He hisses through grit teeth, forcing himself to concentrate until the rain of needles runs out. Only when the forest falls quiet again does the purple force field start to waver, a hand reaching down to grip a needle buried deep in his sideโa slit in his armour designed for flexibility, but the material underneath is only a little tougher than cotton. He pulls it out in one quick motion, blood starting to stain through not long after. Another is hastily pulled from his leg. There are others, he can feel them pricking into his skin, but he doesn't have time to dig out every single one. He whirls around, dynamos humming with a bright electric aura as he searches for his assailant.