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Every strike sent for the machine seemed to bounce off, like as if one were to try to skip stones in order to attack a hydra. every slash, every jab, every blast, fruitless. In no time at all, the land was devastated, nothing could possibly exist on the pile of rubble this machine was creating...

(I mean you can still run, but you're leaving the fate of the entire 3000k KM radius up to about 7 people. It would literally be a miracle if they survived without serious, if not fatal, injury's on all of them, and if that thing lives now, it can only get stronger and continue to come after the...

Despite the power of the last blast, despite it's magnitude, the machine which birthed it seemed unphased by it's sheer strength. And as quickly as the first, it powered another shot, unsurprisingly. What couldn't be expected was it's next target. Or targets. It fired a blast from it's mouth...

A sunset was quite a sight to behold. It would soon be the last sight of all who lived there. Pearched up on the mountain overlooking Cobblelock, a large machine dressed in crimson red and cobalt blur armor sat, it looked like a mixture of a beetle, a T-Rex, and the mythical beast Cerberus: a...

(Perfect. In fact, this is a good idea to look at if others need an idea of format for them and can't think of one)

So, if I may continue. One year and four months have passed since what the Republic refers to as "The Battle of Seared Stone", where, in an incredible feat, a fleet of Paladin Skins and Living Frames were eliminated by the Oren Army and a group of hero's matching an ancient Oren prophecy which...

"Thanks for that, now, how about we do it again with a little more productivity." Derik hefted the crane he had picked up earlier and activated his Sword Bits using the iris tracking in his visor to guide them to the appropriate location. "Heads down." His voice only showing the mildest...

(Apologies for my posts being very visually boring, I'm not one for writing with that kinda stuff xD ) Derik stood in the middle of the pile of construction equipment and materials that was the sight for his particular talents to be displayed. He had already lifted one crane into the air, the...

Derik wasn't exactly one for idle chit-chat. Nor did he care whom he might run over in his path. This often leads to a lot of people getting mad at him for shoving them out of the way when he wants or needs something. In today's instance, it may lead to even more distrust in his teammates...

Derik quite simply didn't care about what he had to do on this mission. It wouldn't inherently boost his score for sure, he wanted to do nothing but be the very best on the leader board. Reguardless, he was going to be put out there weather he wanted to or not. With the sounds of machinery...

Night began to fall as whispers echo through the town, the souls of those lost seemed to hover in the shadowy darkness, like mist in the air. No one seemed surprised by this, almost like this was normal for the end of the day. Regardless, it was the end of the day. (I'm sorry, but due to slow...

"I don't exactly appreciate being rag-dolled around, good sir." Ailder was... hanging onto Ryonne's sword blade and floating vertically? He held onto the scabbard quite tightly. "Metal scabbard. Who would have thought?" But how did he get there? Simple, really. With his left hand, he used...

"Fine then. I'll have to make you." Power erupted from below Ailder. The trees rustled with the wind. The grass shook as wind rushed through the area, light cracked between the leaves as dusk began to come to it's final hours, and the tree shook. The tree shook violently with the wind...

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Smoke rose from the town, now with dusk's light starting to fall on it. The battle was a long one... Many died just to ensure the defeat of the Republic and it's machines of war. But, was their choice to fight Selias? Was it right of them to fight in a war they didn't know the whole story on...

"Name's Ailder. Martial arts and matter relations are my game. I would, again, suggest putting down the sword before I have to make you. I would prefer to avoid a fight right now, for I was trying to enjoy a meal and a sunset." His eyes, amber and pristine, seemed to exert a force all their own...

"Well... I wasn't hidden, but alright." A boy with crimson-tipped, wild orange-red hair stood unarmed, wearing not much in terms of a "fancy" set of gear: He was dressed in a red and black flannel long sleeve with the arms rolled up onto his arms and the brown skinny jeans. The messy, fiery...

Tetsuya's eyes glazed over, rolling around in their sockets at another one of the many puns Scott made up about his name as they all entered. King Tet was probably his least favorite, as more than one person had taken up the name, including those who would say it with less of a friendly tone...

S̷o̕.̷́ ̷̷̢Y̢͘o̴u̷̡͏ ̢̢͡çh̨̀os͟e҉͠ ̨͠tǫ̸̡ ͠͏sa̛͏v̨̀e̢̡͘ ̕t́he̸̵̢m.̛ ͡H̵͞o͝w͠ ̷͞p͘͜e̵͢t͢t̕͞y̷,̧́͠ ̵̸͞t͢h̨èi͏r ̴̴͞f̴͟a̶t̴͟e̷̶, ̕lįk̀͢e a̧͞l̴l ̵͜mor̨҉̵t͜a̢͝l̴ ̨b͘͢eį͘nģ͏s̵҉,̛ ͢͝i̡͞ş̀ ͢t̷ơ ̶͞͠d̡i̸è̕.͜ ̡A̶n̶d̕ ̷͢ý͞e͘͏̶t̡̛ ̶͢y̧͘͢o͜͝҉u͏ ̷̢s͏̴t̸í̷͡l̷͞l҉̵ ̸d̛͠҉á́͝r̀e ̨͘t͟o̧͘ ̴t͢ŗ͘y ͏͠a҉nd̛...

Checks: Caesar not only lands his first shot, but his second and third. The Paladin Skin, and subsequently it's flier and passenger all fell to the ground, smashing into it with a loud "thud" before exploding violently. The combined force of Jah'Ri, Somerne, Hanz and Fia blow a hole through...