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The Wrath of Neutro

LAST WEEK, ON THE ADVENTURES OF PERCIVAL PHOENIX: The situation had gone from bad to worse. The rescue team now knew what had become of their colleagues, true --
BUT AT WHAT PRICE?

Sakura has been kidnapped! Anwei and Zouichi are convinced they're villainous henchmen!

Lash thinks she's A MAD SCIENTIST!

...

*in the audience, a man bursts into flames and runs off, screaming*

AND NOW, THE CONTINUATION.

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"Giant spiders. With lasers. This just keeps getting better." Jaime ducks in front of the others, activating an energy shield in order to give Chase a hand and ensuring that no one loses something useful like a limb. Or a head. He retaliates, one arm forming itself into an energy cannon which fires off a blast at the gargantuan pest. How much damage it'll do is really up in the air, unfortunately.

The spider's sensors tell it that it has burned apart more shambling mummies and slow-witted robo-jackals than heroes, but its mechanical brain doesn't much care. Oh? so the beefy Earthling man doesn't like lasers?

It merely ignores the energy blast, which glances off its heavily armored carapace to destroy some ruined building; from the dorsal side of its thorax, a cluster of armaments emerges. It fires.

Mini-missiles erupt from the launchers on its back, scattering through the air in a jumble of arcs and turns that seem almost random. All, however, target the rescue team. A cluster of explosions tears through the stone and styrofoam as the spider's legs carry it swiftly, smoothly forward. Its carapace snaps shut once again.

The robo-jackals are maddened by the smells of burning mummy and ozone-scorching lasers; while some of them are running, wailing the long gigglish wails of a terrified puppy, others are still snapping and clawing at anything that looked like it could be hurt. They fight not like dogs, but like maddened, frenzied wolves.

The mummies that have been sliced in half by the lasers (and not sintered into blobs of ash) are still coming; their legs are walking by themselves, stumbling blindly through the sands. Those aren't much of a threat. The torsos dragging themselves forward with bony arms, teeth clacking, are a bit more problematic.

Ok, this is getting to be /really/ ugly. Surrounded and outnumbered. The jackals aren't as bad as they were, but still plenty dangerous. The spider is ignoring Jaime's shots, and Chase's hammer isn't working right.

So.. time to fall back on old reliable... throw heavy $#!(.

Slinging the hammer over his back again, he moves to the nearest styrofoam and wire building, straining to get a good grip to leverage it up, digging his hands into the dirt. Its slow at first - and only possible because of the building materials, but after that moment, with creaks and groans, the entire building lifts off the ground, and is thrown towards the largest grouping of mummies, which should also give some temporary cover from the spider's shots while he comes up with something.

Percival is uninjured, having taken cover as soon as that laser blast was a glint in that giant metal spider's eye. Pesky little critter; it must be one of Nuon's pet projects.

He takes this opportunity to stand once again, thumping his chest (and therefore also that garish lightning insignia) with one broad fist. "COMRADES! I, PERCIVAL PHOENIX, believe I have a plan that might help us defeat our annoying arachnid adversary!"

His extremely loud delivery attracts the attention of several of the remaining robo-jackals (or at least their torsos), who fasten their jaws on his uniform and doggedly attempt to at least harm some of his person on what borrowed time they have left. "Hey!"

Hey, that building-throwing seemed to work. Unfortunately, Howard wouldn't be the type to be able to replicate that move. Instead, he runs up to the closest crawling, flaming mummies and kicks them over onto their stomachs. He grabs pieces of wire and the scrap from the building to impale them and pin them to the ground. This seems to slow them down a bit, although at one point he has to hack one's arm off at the elbow when it grabs his ankle.

And it looks like The Other Blue Guy has attracted all the jackals. Good job, doofus! Sadly, if the conventions of the genre are holding, they're going to need him before the day is out.

Prying the mummy's hand from around his sock, Howard waves the arm like a prize. "Hey, doggies! Hey, over here!"

When the jackals eagerly glance up, he chucks the arm as far as he can towards the mummies. "Fetch!"

The robo-jackals are wearing expressions of glazed desperation on their muzzles; a look that says "We weren't hired to do this! It's outside our work contract!" Their implant lights are dim (on some of the beasts the implants have actually fallen off, showing interiors made of duct tape and baling wire and not much else) and their ears are drooping with exhaustion.

But Fetch! They all knew that word! As one the remaining mobile pack members bolt towards the soaring bundle, watching it descend, each of them jostling the others. All thought of their enemies was gone; there was only Fetch! They would Fetch the thing, and bring it back; their Queen would reward them, with ear-scratches and bowls of hot motor oil and beautiful collars of gems...

The robo-jackals run straight into the clot of staggering mummies, racing through their burning limbs. An obscure chemical interaction between melting jackal-fur and the fumes from burnt mummy entrails combines to form a fireball of spectacular size and remarkably brief duration.

BWOOOSH!!

The spider didn't particularly care about the grisly fate of the jackals, nor that of the mummies. THE SPIDER DOESN'T CARE WHO IT HURTS (with the exception of Nuon and his master, of course, whom it must avoid hitting with any deadly weaponry at all costs). However, Chase's building cover was presenting a temporary annoyance.

It moved forward to lash out at the prop building again and again with its front legs, tearing it apart with delighted arachnid abandon. Its eyes gave another telltale glint.

As soon as it attacks the building, Chase darts forward, making one of those anime-leaps, drawing the hammer in one hand, his shotgun in the other in mid-air, coming down firing a blast of Dragonsbreath fire at the spider eyes with the gun, coming down with the hammer, hoping its enthusiasm for the building will distract it long enough for him to try and find a weak point.

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