What the hell was this? He'd thought it'd been a spar. Stun shots and no lasting harm, but maybe you'd get punched around a bit in close quarters. Safe, even if maybe a Wilybot-leaning sort of safe (Punk could be absolutely brutal, covered in spikes like he was).
There's a brief baring of teeth. "Rather not get sent to the 'bay just for a spar, thanks!"
A dash clears him of the first burst, but the spread? Now that's a bitch.
(A machine with a madman inside, scattered projectiles bounced over the ground-)
There's a hiss, audible when he misses a jump. A stumble, but not for long. It's too busy on the ground. Time to change tactics.
His own buster is charging at his side, now. He jumps - just like any other Wilybot, a leap that a blue bomber wasn't capable of - and in an entirely new trick, there's a click as boots briefly magnetize to the wall. Only briefly; on a dime Quint has used the position as ricochet, to bounce up off it, another jump.
Another aim at Zero. The charge shot sings in not just one burst of blue-white, either: a rapid-fire burst of three rockets out instead, an upgrade for this frame more fitting.
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There's a brief baring of teeth. "Rather not get sent to the 'bay just for a spar, thanks!"
A dash clears him of the first burst, but the spread? Now that's a bitch.
(A machine with a madman inside, scattered projectiles bounced over the ground-)
There's a hiss, audible when he misses a jump. A stumble, but not for long. It's too busy on the ground. Time to change tactics.
His own buster is charging at his side, now. He jumps - just like any other Wilybot, a leap that a blue bomber wasn't capable of - and in an entirely new trick, there's a click as boots briefly magnetize to the wall. Only briefly; on a dime Quint has used the position as ricochet, to bounce up off it, another jump.
Another aim at Zero. The charge shot sings in not just one burst of blue-white, either: a rapid-fire burst of three rockets out instead, an upgrade for this frame more fitting.