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 :'''[[Avira]] has posed:'''<br><span></span>"No, you are wrong!" Avira doesn't stop. She chases after him, her boots crunching through the trail of bits he spreads along the floor as he slides away, pushed off by their combined punishment. "As long as there are survivors with light in their hearts, a world will never truly die!" <br /> <br />She faces him down, seeing that desperation on his face. He's cornered. He's derezzing. He cannot stand and face the twin antivirus programs. Could this really be his end? Or did LEXUS have his backup hidden away again somewhere? He was notoriously impossible for a User to kill-but maybe the Programs here could actually do the job. "Furthermore..." her eyes narrow. <br /><br />"What happened before to this world, LEXUS, can never happen again. We've seen to that." Avira's light blazes in defiance-until LEXUS lashes out with his seeking circuit lines. They crawl up Avira relentlessly, the light sapped away by their touch. The huntress lets out a squeal of pain and drops to one knee before him, shuddering. Her grip upon the Spine slackens. <br /><br />A second wind, or rather, refreshing breeze hits her. Avira grits her teeth and forces herself forward in one final, decisive burst of energy. The Spine is lifted as she drives it forward at the deteriorating virus. It is not the physical blade itself that will do the hurting this time, but the silvery light energy encircling the blade.
-:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:'''<br><span></span>LEXUS responds to the barrage of murder from every direction and the secondary fire of super-sass by blowing the entire room the /hell/ up. Isaac, unfortunately, is inside said room.<br /><br />Isaac interposes his thinned shield between himself and the circuit-lines. It has about as much effectiveness as shielding yourself from an incoming meteor with a strongly-worded letter. The lines pierce the barrier, sliding through it as if it wasn't even there. They stab into the chest of the mage behind it, seeking life force to sustain their viral progenitor with.<br /><br />On the bright side, he's in enough pain that he forgets to scream.<br /><br />The life force that LEXUS pulls from Isaac is strong and vibrant, an infusion of vitality from a young man in the prime of his life and with a curious amount of power at his disposal. Isaac's body spasms, muscles clenching. He doubles over, trying to curl into a ball and stay out of the way. Through will alone he stays standing. He lifts his mechanical hand to the tines of agonizing energy, curling his fingers into a fist. He releases a miniscule amount of the power he's been building. His hand burns with a cyan light, and when he thrusts it at the parasitic data-stream, it shatters like it was made of glass.<br /><br />Isaac lifts his head. His brow is beaded with sweat. He's gone pale as a sheet. His legs are shaking, screaming for relief. He ignores it. He's always been able to do that well enough. He clears his throat quietly, lifting his voice to answer LEXUS. His single-word response echoes through the Arcade, setting ears ringing and rattling loose <span class=" bold_bg_y fg_n ++ abinets.
+:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:'''<br><span></span>LEXUS responds to the barrage of murder from every direction and the secondary fire of super-sass by blowing the entire room the /hell/ up. Isaac, unfortunately, is inside said room.<br /><br />Isaac interposes his thinned shield between himself and the circuit-lines. It has about as much effectiveness as shielding yourself from an incoming meteor with a strongly-worded letter. The lines pierce the barrier, sliding through it as if it wasn't even there. They stab into the chest of the mage behind it, seeking life force to sustain their viral progenitor with.<br /><br />On the bright side, he's in enough pain that he forgets to scream.<br /><br />The life force that LEXUS pulls from Isaac is strong and vibrant, an infusion of vitality from a young man in the prime of his life and with a curious amount of power at his disposal. Isaac's body spasms, muscles clenching. He doubles over, trying to curl into a ball and stay out of the way. Through will alone he stays standing. He lifts his mechanical hand to the tines of agonizing energy, curling his fingers into a fist. He releases a miniscule amount of the power he's been building. His hand burns with a cyan light, and when he thrusts it at the parasitic data-stream, it shatters like it was made of glass.<br /><br />Isaac lifts his head. His brow is beaded with sweat. He's gone pale as a sheet. His legs are shaking, screaming for relief. He ignores it. He's always been able to do that well enough. He clears his throat quietly, lifting his voice to answer LEXUS. His single-word response echoes through the Arcade, setting ears ringing and rattling loose "Anathema."<br /><br />A ball of coiled, yellowish energy manifests in the air in front of Isaac. It uncoils, turning into something like a whip, seemingly comprised of hundreds of poorly-fitting shards of some iridescent material. It flicks outward, lashing out across the space between LEXUS and Isaac, splitting into hundreds of miniscule tines and leaping in every direction across the interior of the Arcade. Space around where it travels abruptly reverts to normalcy, pieces of LEXUS's unnerving killing field coming apart like pieces of a broken mirror falling to the ground.<br /><br />The lash hunts Heartless and virii, touching off solid surfaces and rebounding in an utterly unpredictable manner. It spreads ever outward, ignoring the mere mortals and the Programs both, weaving its way around the heroic defenders of this place. A scent of clean air follows, and the air itself trembles at the spell's passing -- not from some sort of disruption, but as if the world needed to somehow acknowledge what had been done.<br /><br />Inevitably, the web closes on LEXUS. Isaac wonders if he'll fare better than the world he tried to force upon theirs.
-Anathema</span>."<br /><br />A ball of coiled, yellowish energy manifests in the air in front of Isaac. It uncoils, turning into something like a whip, seemingly comprised of hundreds of poorly-fitting shards of some iridescent material. It flicks outward, lashing out across the space between LEXUS and Isaac, splitting into hundreds of miniscule tines and leaping in every direction across the interior of the Arcade. Space around where it travels abruptly reverts to normalcy, pieces of LEXUS's unnerving killing field coming apart like pieces of a broken mirror falling to the ground.<br /><br />The lash hunts Heartless and virii, touching off solid surfaces and rebounding in an utterly unpredictable manner. It spreads ever outward, ignoring the mere mortals and the Programs both, weaving its way around the heroic defenders of this place. A scent of clean air follows, and the air itself trembles at the spell's passing -- not from some sort of disruption, but as if the world needed to somehow acknowledge what had been done.<br /><br />Inevitably, the web closes on LEXUS. Isaac wonders if he'll fare better than the world he tried to force upon theirs.
 :'''[[Marche Radiuju]] has posed:'''<br><span></span> There is a deep cost.<br /><br /> As the circuit lines strike into the air, Marche start to widen his eyes. The breath is sucked out in pure shock. It finally lances through the boy, sapping the lifeforce from the young man before he sucks in a breath. The writing pain takes over the boy as the powerful, devilish energy starts overtaking the young man. This leaves Marche drained.<br /><br /> Marche staggers around, then he lifts his eyes up.<br /><br /> "...I may not be much." He grits his teeth, "However, you control the things that are destroying my world. People like you.... are what I am fighting against! Defeating people like you will allow me to help my world!"<br /><br /> Marche lifts his sword into the sky.<br /><br /> It shines with a bright light.<br /><br /> "THIS IS JUSTICE'S LIGHT!"<br /><br /> Marche, the champion of Justice, is charging towards LEXUS. As the man sapped his energy, March is going to return it tenfold. He slams the sword towards the ground near the man.<br /><br /> "ULTIMA SWORD!"<br /><br /> ..And lo, a burst of energy pieces the ground. It expands into a massive dome of energy that tears against the atmosphere. Expanding rapidly, the force of the energy rends its way towards LEXUS. <br />

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Foxfirestorm at 02:44, 22 June 2013

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