Post by Jon Lafayette on Apr 20, 2021 15:56:48 GMT
“Heads up!”
The trio of students looked up simultaneously at the quickly approaching training bots from the sky and scattered before they hit, kicking up dust and debris. A tall raven haired teen converged on one, his body dissipating into a black mist, blue uniform and all, and encompassed a bot entirely. The mist condensed, and it muffled the creak and groan of metal as the black shape flittered away, leaving the twisted remains of its prey.
A blue-haired girl raised her hands, drawing water from the canisters at her waist with a practiced weave of her arms, flicking them outward to send the clear liquid shooting forward with the ferocity of a slingshot. It pelted the side of the closest Victory bot, cutting through the metal in sections. It sparked, twitching oddly before turning toward her and raised an arm like appendages as the claws hummed with building electrical power.
From the left a silver ball cut through the air with a zip, splattering the bot upon impact. The liquid oozed thickly down its head before exploding outward into a confined collection of spikes, spearing the bot several times and pinning it to the ground like a metallic bug. A head of green popped up from behind a strategic section of rubble just in time for the girl to send another crashing wave of water, short-circuiting the bot.
“Yes!” Jon pumped a fist into the air, “Hail Hydra!”
The girl, Hydra, rolled her crystalline eyes and scoffed, “Like that never gets old, Jonny.” She brushed the dust from the sleeve of her gym uniform before going after another training bot.
The short teen grinned good-naturedly and followed, a quiver bouncing along their lower back, held in place by a harness. It rucked up their shirt, but they gave it little mind as they jumped over the bot’s wheels and nearly skidded into another third year, twisting in a quick spin to avoid a collision. The single black and green boot slipped in gravel, sending them skittering a little farther off, and their raspy laughter trailed after them as they rightened at the last second to avoid face planting the ground.
“Coming through!” They called out, hindsight be damned at the look out and watch it, yelled back at their retreating figure sliding between two more students.
Off on the sideline, an instructor watched from behind a clipboard. “Watch your surroundings, Lafayette,” he called after them, marking down a check mark beside Jon’s name. He signed at the quick salute the teenager gave before they darted back into the fray. He checked his watch, noting the time, and prepared to give the group a little more time before calling the end of the training exercise. Beside him sat a couple of students who’d been deemed out after being subdued by the training bots.
Jon was on a mission, ducking under another bot and bypassed it, only to come face to face with another. It was bigger than the other ones, a different Victory model, and it swung thick tentacle like limbs downward. They blocked the attack using their gauntlets and grunted at the shuddering force. The thing was heavy and strong, but they only needed a moment before shifting their stance to redirect the attack away from them. Jon pivoted and kicked sideways with their prosthetic, sending a jarring tremble throughout their body that made the hairs on the back of their neck stand up.
The bot didn’t budge, but it gave them precious seconds to pull an orb from their quiver and smash it against the front of it. They ducked under its spidery legs as the orb activated, metal webbing wrapping around the aptly looking bot, binding the flailing arms and lets. Jon kicked again, knocking it off balance, and followed with the brunt force of their gauntlet, bashing the metal guard against the bot’s head sensor several times. They got a wild kick that definitely hurt, leaving them wincing and pressing a hand to their side.
Quick to shake it off, they were joined by a mountain of a teenager who threw a large stone like a baseball player, sheering the head clean off of an advancing Victory bot. It went down with a solid thunk that was absolutely satisfying tp hear.
Jon whistled appreciatively. “Nice one, dude.”
They turned to high five him and the guy was swallowed up in a sticky white cocoon. His frustration was felt in his yell as he struggled out of the mess, ripping an arm loose before the Imperial bot with the massive overcompensating glue gun arm lobbed another mass, engulfing him. Instinctively Jon went to help but was forced to back up when the bot turned its sights on them, ducking the attacks with at least three different childish rebuttals in mind.
“Gross,” Jon countered, “Don’t spend your load all on me.” Zippy quips aside, they had to focus on dodging while trying to dislodge an orb of their own, banging a fist atop of their left gauntlet. It popped open, the sling shot mechanism unfolding, and they took aim. And missed. Dammit! Those weren’t easy to come by, their quiver was nearly empty and their blanks were dwindling. This training exercise felt like it’d been going on all morning, the sun already high overhead. Wasn’t it like break time or something, grab a coffee, get some lunch, anything.
Tall as a mountain emerged from the solidified cocoon, breaking through it like an ugly butterfly and looking like the grey craggy rocked cousin of Ben Grimm. His Quirk was in full swing, bringing him back into the game. Unfortunately, water girl and mist boy were out for the count, adding to the tally. How many of them were left? Jon spotted a couple more blue uniforms across the open yard, finishing up their batch of bots.
“I got this,” Mountain teen growled, thumping his stone hands together. “Get the big one.”
“Big one?” Jon turned, trailing off at the towering Venator reminiscent of past Sports Festivals. As if on cue, it stood to its full height and loomed over the third year, casting a shadow across the Gamma training grounds. The teen exhaled roughly, baffled at how the thing had been hiding the entire time.
“...Oh, eff me sideways with a rusty rake.”
“Language, Lafayette.”
The trio of students looked up simultaneously at the quickly approaching training bots from the sky and scattered before they hit, kicking up dust and debris. A tall raven haired teen converged on one, his body dissipating into a black mist, blue uniform and all, and encompassed a bot entirely. The mist condensed, and it muffled the creak and groan of metal as the black shape flittered away, leaving the twisted remains of its prey.
A blue-haired girl raised her hands, drawing water from the canisters at her waist with a practiced weave of her arms, flicking them outward to send the clear liquid shooting forward with the ferocity of a slingshot. It pelted the side of the closest Victory bot, cutting through the metal in sections. It sparked, twitching oddly before turning toward her and raised an arm like appendages as the claws hummed with building electrical power.
From the left a silver ball cut through the air with a zip, splattering the bot upon impact. The liquid oozed thickly down its head before exploding outward into a confined collection of spikes, spearing the bot several times and pinning it to the ground like a metallic bug. A head of green popped up from behind a strategic section of rubble just in time for the girl to send another crashing wave of water, short-circuiting the bot.
“Yes!” Jon pumped a fist into the air, “Hail Hydra!”
The girl, Hydra, rolled her crystalline eyes and scoffed, “Like that never gets old, Jonny.” She brushed the dust from the sleeve of her gym uniform before going after another training bot.
The short teen grinned good-naturedly and followed, a quiver bouncing along their lower back, held in place by a harness. It rucked up their shirt, but they gave it little mind as they jumped over the bot’s wheels and nearly skidded into another third year, twisting in a quick spin to avoid a collision. The single black and green boot slipped in gravel, sending them skittering a little farther off, and their raspy laughter trailed after them as they rightened at the last second to avoid face planting the ground.
“Coming through!” They called out, hindsight be damned at the look out and watch it, yelled back at their retreating figure sliding between two more students.
Off on the sideline, an instructor watched from behind a clipboard. “Watch your surroundings, Lafayette,” he called after them, marking down a check mark beside Jon’s name. He signed at the quick salute the teenager gave before they darted back into the fray. He checked his watch, noting the time, and prepared to give the group a little more time before calling the end of the training exercise. Beside him sat a couple of students who’d been deemed out after being subdued by the training bots.
Jon was on a mission, ducking under another bot and bypassed it, only to come face to face with another. It was bigger than the other ones, a different Victory model, and it swung thick tentacle like limbs downward. They blocked the attack using their gauntlets and grunted at the shuddering force. The thing was heavy and strong, but they only needed a moment before shifting their stance to redirect the attack away from them. Jon pivoted and kicked sideways with their prosthetic, sending a jarring tremble throughout their body that made the hairs on the back of their neck stand up.
The bot didn’t budge, but it gave them precious seconds to pull an orb from their quiver and smash it against the front of it. They ducked under its spidery legs as the orb activated, metal webbing wrapping around the aptly looking bot, binding the flailing arms and lets. Jon kicked again, knocking it off balance, and followed with the brunt force of their gauntlet, bashing the metal guard against the bot’s head sensor several times. They got a wild kick that definitely hurt, leaving them wincing and pressing a hand to their side.
Quick to shake it off, they were joined by a mountain of a teenager who threw a large stone like a baseball player, sheering the head clean off of an advancing Victory bot. It went down with a solid thunk that was absolutely satisfying tp hear.
Jon whistled appreciatively. “Nice one, dude.”
They turned to high five him and the guy was swallowed up in a sticky white cocoon. His frustration was felt in his yell as he struggled out of the mess, ripping an arm loose before the Imperial bot with the massive overcompensating glue gun arm lobbed another mass, engulfing him. Instinctively Jon went to help but was forced to back up when the bot turned its sights on them, ducking the attacks with at least three different childish rebuttals in mind.
“Gross,” Jon countered, “Don’t spend your load all on me.” Zippy quips aside, they had to focus on dodging while trying to dislodge an orb of their own, banging a fist atop of their left gauntlet. It popped open, the sling shot mechanism unfolding, and they took aim. And missed. Dammit! Those weren’t easy to come by, their quiver was nearly empty and their blanks were dwindling. This training exercise felt like it’d been going on all morning, the sun already high overhead. Wasn’t it like break time or something, grab a coffee, get some lunch, anything.
Tall as a mountain emerged from the solidified cocoon, breaking through it like an ugly butterfly and looking like the grey craggy rocked cousin of Ben Grimm. His Quirk was in full swing, bringing him back into the game. Unfortunately, water girl and mist boy were out for the count, adding to the tally. How many of them were left? Jon spotted a couple more blue uniforms across the open yard, finishing up their batch of bots.
“I got this,” Mountain teen growled, thumping his stone hands together. “Get the big one.”
“Big one?” Jon turned, trailing off at the towering Venator reminiscent of past Sports Festivals. As if on cue, it stood to its full height and loomed over the third year, casting a shadow across the Gamma training grounds. The teen exhaled roughly, baffled at how the thing had been hiding the entire time.
“...Oh, eff me sideways with a rusty rake.”
“Language, Lafayette.”