Hmm. I'll probably drop the colloquialism from the SB version, then. That's sort of the spelling I first saw a friend of mine use, and the one I'd think in if I thought that thought.
If I knew what Wave Motion actually was well enough to implement it, about five minutes after I finished the spell. Since I mostly know it as a plot device/handwave, not so much. Wasn't the giant beam-o'-doom enough?
Who said I was doing constant mental sims? Some mental sims, yes, but not nearly as much as Nanoha. I'm doing a lot more spell creation, simulating the results of the mathcode behind developed spells, hands-on testing, and sparring. I'm going to end up with a lot more tricks up my sleeve this way, and I have a chance to build up combat XP later on, but for now, I'm mostly worried about getting a solid move pool.
What JS really needs, Tennie, is a guy with a time machine to go back and cut down on the psychogenetic conditioning the High Council would've had to have given him, and keep him from staring at Devices Post-Belkan Man Was Engineered To Not Know for too long. Remove Infinite Desire and should've-stayed-Lost Logia from the picture, and you'd probably have one of those science teachers all the students want to take classes from.
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Eventually, I came to a halt... sprawled out on the ground, flat on my back. Once I was back on my feet, I reached up to my face, feeling for any damage. ...that must be one beaut of a bruise. Right on my forehead, too! I get the feeling whatever did that really doesn't like me.
"Heh. You're going to have to try harder than that."
Of course, being both unable to speak and on the other side of the wall, the drone didn't respond. "What, no response? Guess I'll just have to beat it out of you."
[Air Cutter.]
"LUFTMESSER"
With a slight ripping sound, the air in front of me distorted. The sound grew louder as the effect spread, growing tall enough and wide enough for me to stand behind easily... and then with a rumbling crack of rapidly displaced air, the effect doubled in strength; I was on the move. Forward... now up! UP! Phew... now just redirect movement power to flash... done.
The end result of all this was to leave me standing, in midair, surrounded by a vortex of swirling winds. Above me, the air writhed and rippled, looking someplace between a heat mirage and a halo. It was a bloody stupid way to do things, but it got me to where I could see my opponent.
...opponents, actually. Three of the Type I drones were floating in midair in front of me, the tips of their central crystals pointed down towards the hole I'd gone through. Even as I powered up my next spell, the Argus system dropped red dots on each of them- and on the dots rising into the air in the distance. Crap. One thing at a time, I guess.
"ZAUBERRAKETE-"
"-Fire."
Thirty-two bolts of power went flying. Halfway to their target, sixteen of them made a sharp turn, straight toward one of the other drones. One drone, my second target, failed to react in time; for its inattentiveness, it took nine missiles to its crystal, and promptly turned into a ball of crimson fire. The other target did react in time, and dropped out of the firing line, letting my missiles fly right past it.
The third drone took the opportunity to reorient on my current position, target me, and fire.
"FECHTERSCHILD."
A blue plane of force, Mid-style circle swirling right under it, appeared over the reinforced side of Malleus, and I batted its shot out of the air. 'Peeeeeew'?! REALLY? You couldn't have made it sound more badass, Mr. Drone Designer? It's like your asking for these things to die! Just to confuse the drones a bit, I let the hover effect of my flight spell weaken while I charged up more Magic Missiles.
They tracked down, as predicted; the moment before they would've been pointing at me again, I upped the power again, and shot past my previous height. Another Magic Missile barrage, this time aimed at the open air between the two drones, went out, splitting after it passed them, and looping back around. One of them dodged entirely, the other went up after only eight of the sixteen shots hit... and this time, I didn't have anything distracting me.
The first drone- the one that dodged- was just about to reacquire me when eight Magic Missiles hit it squarely in the back. Right, now that that's over, let's see about dealing with the rest of them.
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.
If I knew what Wave Motion actually was well enough to implement it, about five minutes after I finished the spell. Since I mostly know it as a plot device/handwave, not so much. Wasn't the giant beam-o'-doom enough?
Who said I was doing constant mental sims? Some mental sims, yes, but not nearly as much as Nanoha. I'm doing a lot more spell creation, simulating the results of the mathcode behind developed spells, hands-on testing, and sparring. I'm going to end up with a lot more tricks up my sleeve this way, and I have a chance to build up combat XP later on, but for now, I'm mostly worried about getting a solid move pool.
What JS really needs, Tennie, is a guy with a time machine to go back and cut down on the psychogenetic conditioning the High Council would've had to have given him, and keep him from staring at Devices Post-Belkan Man Was Engineered To Not Know for too long. Remove Infinite Desire and should've-stayed-Lost Logia from the picture, and you'd probably have one of those science teachers all the students want to take classes from.
**********
Eventually, I came to a halt... sprawled out on the ground, flat on my back. Once I was back on my feet, I reached up to my face, feeling for any damage. ...that must be one beaut of a bruise. Right on my forehead, too! I get the feeling whatever did that really doesn't like me.
"Heh. You're going to have to try harder than that."
Of course, being both unable to speak and on the other side of the wall, the drone didn't respond. "What, no response? Guess I'll just have to beat it out of you."
[Air Cutter.]
"LUFTMESSER"
With a slight ripping sound, the air in front of me distorted. The sound grew louder as the effect spread, growing tall enough and wide enough for me to stand behind easily... and then with a rumbling crack of rapidly displaced air, the effect doubled in strength; I was on the move. Forward... now up! UP! Phew... now just redirect movement power to flash... done.
The end result of all this was to leave me standing, in midair, surrounded by a vortex of swirling winds. Above me, the air writhed and rippled, looking someplace between a heat mirage and a halo. It was a bloody stupid way to do things, but it got me to where I could see my opponent.
...opponents, actually. Three of the Type I drones were floating in midair in front of me, the tips of their central crystals pointed down towards the hole I'd gone through. Even as I powered up my next spell, the Argus system dropped red dots on each of them- and on the dots rising into the air in the distance. Crap. One thing at a time, I guess.
"ZAUBERRAKETE-"
"-Fire."
Thirty-two bolts of power went flying. Halfway to their target, sixteen of them made a sharp turn, straight toward one of the other drones. One drone, my second target, failed to react in time; for its inattentiveness, it took nine missiles to its crystal, and promptly turned into a ball of crimson fire. The other target did react in time, and dropped out of the firing line, letting my missiles fly right past it.
The third drone took the opportunity to reorient on my current position, target me, and fire.
"FECHTERSCHILD."
A blue plane of force, Mid-style circle swirling right under it, appeared over the reinforced side of Malleus, and I batted its shot out of the air. 'Peeeeeew'?! REALLY? You couldn't have made it sound more badass, Mr. Drone Designer? It's like your asking for these things to die! Just to confuse the drones a bit, I let the hover effect of my flight spell weaken while I charged up more Magic Missiles.
They tracked down, as predicted; the moment before they would've been pointing at me again, I upped the power again, and shot past my previous height. Another Magic Missile barrage, this time aimed at the open air between the two drones, went out, splitting after it passed them, and looping back around. One of them dodged entirely, the other went up after only eight of the sixteen shots hit... and this time, I didn't have anything distracting me.
The first drone- the one that dodged- was just about to reacquire me when eight Magic Missiles hit it squarely in the back. Right, now that that's over, let's see about dealing with the rest of them.
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.