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"If you've got suggestions, I'm all ears."
"No, no, you do your thing.
If you want me calling the shots, then we switch.
Otherwise, just do your best not to get me killed."
You input your commands.
{R2A: RIGHT 1, DOWN 1}
{R2B: UP 1, LEFT 1}
Commands accepted!
Moving pieces . . .
You move your leftmost Rank 2 piece over and downward, forming a diagonal blockade with your remaining pieces.
Your other Rank 2 makes its way upward, moving onto the same space as an enemy team for the first time.
The container stops just before touching the opposing piece.
COMBAT ENGAGED!
GREEN Rank 2 vs. GOLD Rank 2
Both containers raise upwards, stopping their ascent when they reach a height parallel to you.
A translucent floor emerges from the side wall under them as the containers move to opposite ends of the newly-created arena.
You can see Cerulean standing up on their tip-toes, trying to get a better view of the scene above them.
S T A R T !
The containers disappear, revealing the opponent:
It's a near-shapeless mass of pure black, only a couple of feet tall.
It rivals the size of your spherical robot, but it seems to be... writhing, an incomprehensible motion coming from its surface.
Even looking at it unnerves you.
"...What the HELL is THAT?!"
Box-shaped armaments emerge from the sides of the sphere, which begin firing on the black shape.
It slides across the floor with surprising quickness, stray gunfire leaving a trail of bullets in the mass's wake.
The creature speeds along, shifting this way and that before nearing the bot, which backs up as it continues firing.
However, the shape is too quick and leaps sideways, splaying into dozens of writhing tendrils which grip around the robot's hull.
The bot's guns do their best to target the mass enveloping it.
They manage a few potshots here and there - scarring the shape's surface with red blood - but errant tendrils keep the weapons at bay.
Cracks ring through the air as the machine whirrs and beeps, starting to dent along its middle.
After a few more landed shots, the robot bows heavily inward and seems to shut off entirely, falling to the floor.
F I N I S H !
GOLD Rank 2 is the victor!
The bleeding black mass slides off after a few seconds, and containers once again form around the two.
The robot's container rises upwards instead of returning to the board, disappearing out of view
While the black mass's container lowers back into its former spot on the board.
"...sickening..."
It's GOLD TEAM's turn!
Moving pieces . . .
Immediately, the same Rank 2 piece moves downwards, colliding with the only Rank 2 you have left.
COMBAT ENGAGED!
GOLD Rank 2 vs. GREEN Rank 2
Just like before, an arena forms as the two containers raise up.
S T A R T !
Repeating its predecessor, your other Rank 2 bot begins its firing barrage, though it proves to be much more successful this time, landing many direct hits as the wounded creature approaches.
The shadow manages to bat aside the bot briefly with its tendrils as the sphere fires upon it, but quick work is made of the mass once the bot rights itself.
Surrounded in red, the creature sinks into itself oddly, creating what looks like a puddle on the floor before it dissipates entirely.
The Rank 2 bot succeeds, but is left partially damaged for its effort, sparks occasionally popping from its side.
F I N I S H !
GREEN Rank 2 is the victor!
"I suppose trading isn't the worst outcome.
...And I can take those ...digusting things, if it comes to that," the amerveille assures you, not sounding sure in the slightest.
Back at the board, Gold Team's Rank 3 piece mimics its teammate's movement, making its way downward three spaces and engaging one of your Rank 1 pieces.
COMBAT ENGAGED!
GOLD Rank 3 vs. GREEN Rank 1
The containers raise up and separate on the arena in front of you.
S T A R T !
The containers vanish.
Now visible, Rank 3 creature is four-legged and surprisingly tall, a foot or two above Cerulean, including its head.
Its body looks wooden and almost mechanical, full of interlocking parts and pieces that move together, yet its very middle is pale and unsettlingly fleshy - something pink pulsing at its center.
Braces lead from its body to its legs, which are quite long and look sharp at their tips - a single joint at the middle.
They look like bone, you think.
The creature's neck is almost as long as its legs, the same pale flesh extending up to a round head with two white, horn-like appendages on its sides
In the center of its head is a gaping hole, perfectly round and of an unknown depth you can't quite process - seemingly extending inward far beyond the entire length of the creature itself.
You try not to look at it.
The monster stands mostly still, swaying listlessly as if a gentle breeze was present.
Cerulean says nothing.
Rather than guns, the Rank 1 bot seems to only have a single large arm that emerges, a heavy, mace-like attachment at the arm's end.
It begins to rotate, the mace arm swinging faster and faster as it approaches its opponent.
The hole-headed creature doesn't move.
As the machine bares down on it - arm now swinging sufficiently fast enough to cause serious damage - the creature finally reacts.
Its head dips down low, facing upwards to 'stare' at the bot.
With the bot almost in striking range of the monster's body, its head rotates to the side.
The hole on the front tints pink and shudders.
There's a small flash, and the robot's arm flies off.
It bounces off the side wall, rebounding to slam against one of the creature's legs, chipping off a chunk but otherwise not harming it.
It doesn't flinch.
You have no idea what happened.
The robot, now otherwise defenseless, attempts to ram itself against its opponent.
You pay close attention this time.
The monster's head swings sharply upwards, the hole in its head glowing pink once more.
You barely catch it:
Some sort of blade or thin tooth emerges in time with the swing to make contact with the bot, effortlessly bisecting it before rapidly retreating back into its head.
The two halves of your Rank 1 robot flop to the floor in a useless heap.
You see the color drain from Cerulean's face.
The beast's neck twists in an unsettling manner, its head shaking briefly before returning to its upright position.
With that, it becomes motionless just as before.
F I N I S H !
GOLD Rank 3 is the victor!
The robot's remains are lifted out of the arena, while the Rank 3 container descends with the strange being back to its spot on the board.
You're down two pieces after a single turn.
Cerulean looks dazed.
They're up against the back corner of their container, staring dead at the thing in the Rank 3 container.
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It's your turn!
You may input TWO movement commands.
"No, no, you do your thing.
If you want me calling the shots, then we switch.
Otherwise, just do your best not to get me killed."
You input your commands.
{R2A: RIGHT 1, DOWN 1}
{R2B: UP 1, LEFT 1}
Commands accepted!
Moving pieces . . .
You move your leftmost Rank 2 piece over and downward, forming a diagonal blockade with your remaining pieces.
Your other Rank 2 makes its way upward, moving onto the same space as an enemy team for the first time.
The container stops just before touching the opposing piece.
COMBAT ENGAGED!
GREEN Rank 2 vs. GOLD Rank 2
Both containers raise upwards, stopping their ascent when they reach a height parallel to you.
A translucent floor emerges from the side wall under them as the containers move to opposite ends of the newly-created arena.
You can see Cerulean standing up on their tip-toes, trying to get a better view of the scene above them.
S T A R T !
The containers disappear, revealing the opponent:
It's a near-shapeless mass of pure black, only a couple of feet tall.
It rivals the size of your spherical robot, but it seems to be... writhing, an incomprehensible motion coming from its surface.
Even looking at it unnerves you.
"...What the HELL is THAT?!"
Box-shaped armaments emerge from the sides of the sphere, which begin firing on the black shape.
It slides across the floor with surprising quickness, stray gunfire leaving a trail of bullets in the mass's wake.
The creature speeds along, shifting this way and that before nearing the bot, which backs up as it continues firing.
However, the shape is too quick and leaps sideways, splaying into dozens of writhing tendrils which grip around the robot's hull.
The bot's guns do their best to target the mass enveloping it.
They manage a few potshots here and there - scarring the shape's surface with red blood - but errant tendrils keep the weapons at bay.
Cracks ring through the air as the machine whirrs and beeps, starting to dent along its middle.
After a few more landed shots, the robot bows heavily inward and seems to shut off entirely, falling to the floor.
F I N I S H !
GOLD Rank 2 is the victor!
The bleeding black mass slides off after a few seconds, and containers once again form around the two.
The robot's container rises upwards instead of returning to the board, disappearing out of view
While the black mass's container lowers back into its former spot on the board.
"...sickening..."
It's GOLD TEAM's turn!
Moving pieces . . .
Immediately, the same Rank 2 piece moves downwards, colliding with the only Rank 2 you have left.
COMBAT ENGAGED!
GOLD Rank 2 vs. GREEN Rank 2
Just like before, an arena forms as the two containers raise up.
S T A R T !
Repeating its predecessor, your other Rank 2 bot begins its firing barrage, though it proves to be much more successful this time, landing many direct hits as the wounded creature approaches.
The shadow manages to bat aside the bot briefly with its tendrils as the sphere fires upon it, but quick work is made of the mass once the bot rights itself.
Surrounded in red, the creature sinks into itself oddly, creating what looks like a puddle on the floor before it dissipates entirely.
The Rank 2 bot succeeds, but is left partially damaged for its effort, sparks occasionally popping from its side.
F I N I S H !
GREEN Rank 2 is the victor!
"I suppose trading isn't the worst outcome.
...And I can take those ...digusting things, if it comes to that," the amerveille assures you, not sounding sure in the slightest.
Back at the board, Gold Team's Rank 3 piece mimics its teammate's movement, making its way downward three spaces and engaging one of your Rank 1 pieces.
COMBAT ENGAGED!
GOLD Rank 3 vs. GREEN Rank 1
The containers raise up and separate on the arena in front of you.
S T A R T !
The containers vanish.
Now visible, Rank 3 creature is four-legged and surprisingly tall, a foot or two above Cerulean, including its head.
Its body looks wooden and almost mechanical, full of interlocking parts and pieces that move together, yet its very middle is pale and unsettlingly fleshy - something pink pulsing at its center.
Braces lead from its body to its legs, which are quite long and look sharp at their tips - a single joint at the middle.
They look like bone, you think.
The creature's neck is almost as long as its legs, the same pale flesh extending up to a round head with two white, horn-like appendages on its sides
In the center of its head is a gaping hole, perfectly round and of an unknown depth you can't quite process - seemingly extending inward far beyond the entire length of the creature itself.
You try not to look at it.
The monster stands mostly still, swaying listlessly as if a gentle breeze was present.
Cerulean says nothing.
Rather than guns, the Rank 1 bot seems to only have a single large arm that emerges, a heavy, mace-like attachment at the arm's end.
It begins to rotate, the mace arm swinging faster and faster as it approaches its opponent.
The hole-headed creature doesn't move.
As the machine bares down on it - arm now swinging sufficiently fast enough to cause serious damage - the creature finally reacts.
Its head dips down low, facing upwards to 'stare' at the bot.
With the bot almost in striking range of the monster's body, its head rotates to the side.
The hole on the front tints pink and shudders.
There's a small flash, and the robot's arm flies off.
It bounces off the side wall, rebounding to slam against one of the creature's legs, chipping off a chunk but otherwise not harming it.
It doesn't flinch.
You have no idea what happened.
The robot, now otherwise defenseless, attempts to ram itself against its opponent.
You pay close attention this time.
The monster's head swings sharply upwards, the hole in its head glowing pink once more.
You barely catch it:
Some sort of blade or thin tooth emerges in time with the swing to make contact with the bot, effortlessly bisecting it before rapidly retreating back into its head.
The two halves of your Rank 1 robot flop to the floor in a useless heap.
You see the color drain from Cerulean's face.
The beast's neck twists in an unsettling manner, its head shaking briefly before returning to its upright position.
With that, it becomes motionless just as before.
F I N I S H !
GOLD Rank 3 is the victor!
The robot's remains are lifted out of the arena, while the Rank 3 container descends with the strange being back to its spot on the board.
You're down two pieces after a single turn.
Cerulean looks dazed.
They're up against the back corner of their container, staring dead at the thing in the Rank 3 container.
It's your turn!
You may input TWO movement commands.
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