CHECK THE LAST SNIPPET. EDITED AND EXTENDED.
Also, I've figured out where I'm going with this. I'm going to finish writing up to the end of the prologue, which I already have plotted out on a macro scale. At that point, you'll know what sort of SI this is, and where the plot is going. At that point, I'm going to be looking for titles, and opinions on where I should go next.
This will not be an audience participation fic like most Spacebattles SIs end up being, nor will it be completely author-driven. It'll be something in between. I'd just like to say that I appreciate all the ideas and suggestions people have given. That is all.
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Entry 11 (Day 6)
The battle went on for at least half an hour, according to the clock in my car. The mage who'd shielded me was ridiculous- moving faster than the eye could see at times, stabbing and slashing with his spear- obviously a Device, given the gem on it and the casting it was doing- and blowing up trees with every missed shot.
For all his skill and power, the mage was fighting an uphill battle. From where I was, I saw five specks up in the sky- given that four of them were shooting at the one that occasionally glowed purple, I could only assume the guy was facing four-to-one odds. None of the enemies could move as fast as he could, or generate blasts of the same size, but the enemy squad made up for it with incredibly good teamwork. As soon as the mage focused on one opponent enough to defeat its shields, the others would move as one to flank him, forcing him to break off or be shot in the back. This happened several times, from what I could see.
After a few exchanges, the mage charged in towards one of his opponents, dropping his flight spell right before running into it. Inertia and gravity dropped him under the enemy mage, after which he renewed his flight spell, smacked the enemy from below, then dashed up behind it at point-blank range. There was a bright purple flash, and then he flew off.
I didn't see a body.
With only three enemies to deal with, the lone mage had a much easier time of it. The second enemy fell victim to the exact same tactic- how dumb could these guys be?- while the third vanished in a torrent of purple light. Oddly enough, the fourth enemy mage didn't do a thing to help its teammate. It didn't even move when the lone mage dashed forward at high speed, burying his spear in its chest.
It did explode, though. Not sure why that happened.
Speaking of events unexplained, I just leaned on my horn for about thirty seconds. What in all the realms of the dead was I thinking?
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.
Also, I've figured out where I'm going with this. I'm going to finish writing up to the end of the prologue, which I already have plotted out on a macro scale. At that point, you'll know what sort of SI this is, and where the plot is going. At that point, I'm going to be looking for titles, and opinions on where I should go next.
This will not be an audience participation fic like most Spacebattles SIs end up being, nor will it be completely author-driven. It'll be something in between. I'd just like to say that I appreciate all the ideas and suggestions people have given. That is all.
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Entry 11 (Day 6)
The battle went on for at least half an hour, according to the clock in my car. The mage who'd shielded me was ridiculous- moving faster than the eye could see at times, stabbing and slashing with his spear- obviously a Device, given the gem on it and the casting it was doing- and blowing up trees with every missed shot.
For all his skill and power, the mage was fighting an uphill battle. From where I was, I saw five specks up in the sky- given that four of them were shooting at the one that occasionally glowed purple, I could only assume the guy was facing four-to-one odds. None of the enemies could move as fast as he could, or generate blasts of the same size, but the enemy squad made up for it with incredibly good teamwork. As soon as the mage focused on one opponent enough to defeat its shields, the others would move as one to flank him, forcing him to break off or be shot in the back. This happened several times, from what I could see.
After a few exchanges, the mage charged in towards one of his opponents, dropping his flight spell right before running into it. Inertia and gravity dropped him under the enemy mage, after which he renewed his flight spell, smacked the enemy from below, then dashed up behind it at point-blank range. There was a bright purple flash, and then he flew off.
I didn't see a body.
With only three enemies to deal with, the lone mage had a much easier time of it. The second enemy fell victim to the exact same tactic- how dumb could these guys be?- while the third vanished in a torrent of purple light. Oddly enough, the fourth enemy mage didn't do a thing to help its teammate. It didn't even move when the lone mage dashed forward at high speed, burying his spear in its chest.
It did explode, though. Not sure why that happened.
Speaking of events unexplained, I just leaned on my horn for about thirty seconds. What in all the realms of the dead was I thinking?
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.