W disappears behind cover, but he's headed facefirst into the dirt as I lose sight of him; that's satisfying. Before I can pursue, a burst of yellow-blue projectiles - some sort of combination between ordnance and energy attacks, as best as I can see - come blooming out from behind the pipes.
As soon as they've gained altitude, their paths bend, and I have the measure of them: guided missiles. Ah.
"Do you think that's enough?" I shout at W, sneering. Just before the missiles reach me, I call my defensive shield to the fore; a reddish bubble surrounds me, strong enough that it's easily dispelled the Gokaigers' bullets, Scrambles, and more.
These yellowy missile shots are strangely tenacious, though; my barrier holds easily, but instead of exploding, exhausting their energy and falling unspent to the ground, or ricocheting off, the missiles simply...remain, nose-first against my barrier. Some slide along the curve of it, like water droplets around a ball; but they all remain nose-towards me, and if I drop my barrier, they'll probably just carry right on towards their target.
Persistent fucks, these missiles and W both.
"I'm growing tired of your uselessness," I tell this 'Kamen Rider', the growl in my voice driven by my own frustration as well as the need to give him no hint exactly how perplexed I truly am. "I'm clearly wasting my time on someone as pathetic as you."
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Date: 2012-05-17 03:43 pm (UTC)As soon as they've gained altitude, their paths bend, and I have the measure of them: guided missiles. Ah.
"Do you think that's enough?" I shout at W, sneering. Just before the missiles reach me, I call my defensive shield to the fore; a reddish bubble surrounds me, strong enough that it's easily dispelled the Gokaigers' bullets, Scrambles, and more.
These yellowy missile shots are strangely tenacious, though; my barrier holds easily, but instead of exploding, exhausting their energy and falling unspent to the ground, or ricocheting off, the missiles simply...remain, nose-first against my barrier. Some slide along the curve of it, like water droplets around a ball; but they all remain nose-towards me, and if I drop my barrier, they'll probably just carry right on towards their target.
Persistent fucks, these missiles and W both.
"I'm growing tired of your uselessness," I tell this 'Kamen Rider', the growl in my voice driven by my own frustration as well as the need to give him no hint exactly how perplexed I truly am. "I'm clearly wasting my time on someone as pathetic as you."