Reminder #2 for the Falling Blade and Plasma Barrier. Also, keep Redord's fused stats in mind.

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ehehehehe...gehahahAHAHAHAHA! Oh, that's RICH! SAVE you?! From WHAT?! You're doing the same thing as before-- mindlessly following some fat numbnut who sees you for what you really are! ANNOYING SQUAWKING CANNON FODDER!
Dord strokes the glowing beak affixed to his mouth.
Okay. Sure. I'll try to save you from your King. In fact, I'll do my best! I don't know if the afterlife will treat ya so nice, though.
Redord's beak twists into a grin as he flies straight at Alloy Yellow, assaulting it with a Strobe Striker, following with a Circuit Siphon on Red and a Speed Star on Alloy Blue.

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I know calculating Strobe Striker feels like a mess, but you can make it a lot easier on yourself by doing this:
1) Determine the amount of hits that landed(with the maximum being 100).
2) Include that number as X in this formula to get the total base power of the attack:

3) Multiply this number by Dord's Attack(don't forget the Reggae fusion and the 5 positive stat stages that effectively double it!) and divide by the target's Defense, like normal.

What happened to the Falling Blade? The Plasma Barrier? Shouldn't they have protected Dord? Also, the Ultramarine Singularity combo?

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Overdrive accepted. Radiant Zeal into as many Lacerations as I can pull off on Yellow.

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Making the post better tomorrow, I hope.

Having EX Slapped Alloy Green's Tunnel Fall away as soon as he could, Dord does not care to listen to Paradox Man warning him to do so again. Instead he just glares at the Alloy King.
Oooooh, I'm supposed to be scared, am I? Shut up and piss off.
He hits the King with an
ω Circuit Siphon, but launches a second one at the black hole twisting up Alloy Yellow's internal organs, causing the flames around it it to turn a flamboyant shade of blue!

Dord looks at META Ranger with equal parts concern and disgust.

With nary a word, Dord flares up with electricity and lifts one hand in front of himself. A minuscule black hole forms in his hand, which he clutches and throws. It stretches midair, flaring up and hitting Alloy Blue hard in the torso, which is twisted and contorted in a spiral shape. The same fate befalls Yellow.

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That is to say, Plasma Barrier and one Iridescent Singularity on Blue and Yellow each.
Also, keep in mind the Falling Blades I set up last turn.

The ridiculous, flaming, seraphic harbinger of divine destruction and retribution looks upon META Ranger.
What the fuck

After looking Paradox Man in the eyes for a good ten seconds the figure turns to Alloy Red.
You're gonna eat that "thank you", you know that, right?
Suddenly, a set of six deep red flaming wings sprouts from the newcomer's back, unfurling his disguise in a very over-the-top manner. Clad in jet-black armor with pristine gold streaks, with a fire where his left eye should be and a mischievous grin across his face, Dord has returned.
What's up, guys? Been a while, I missed you.
He points a finger gun at Alloy Red and its cohorts, summoning Hadal Smokers to engulf them in the rage of the dark sea. After the fumes clear, they can see flaming swords high in the sky pointed straight at them, hanging menacingly like the one over Damocles' head, just waiting to truly become Falling Blades.

A metal fist concealing a flame makes a delightfully hefty impact across Paradox Man's face. The perpetrator, a hooded figure with a deep red glow hiding everything else under the cloak, speaks.
I've only been here for two minutes, I don't know who you are, I don't know where you're from, and I'm not even gonna get started on what I think about your oh so tragic life story,
They aggressively point at Paradox Man's chest.
But keep this in mind. Every single one of us here has lost as much as you say you have, if not more. So here's your options. You wanna fight? Fine. Stay. Fight. But either you start respecting the people who are fighting on YOUR side, or you head on over to the other end of the warzone.

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don't open this unless you are raid boss→ That is to say, Dord(off the new stat sheet) appears to use Slap disabling D.Shaker.

At long last, Mighty picks up the melted die(hehe) from the floor.He fiddles with it in one hand, then squeezes it so hard it begins to melt further, distorting its shape into something more akin to a piece of chewed-up bubblegum and stuffing it in his pocket.
Alright, chat. Grab some tools and let's finish this, it's long overdue.

Her move? With a spire of ice she throws herself straight at the flying frosty- uh, fhelicopter? ...brandishing her wand and. Hitting him in the face with it. The initial impact serves as an icebreaker, revealing his data ghost noggin, after which she just kind of keeps going. *THWACK*WHO'S! *THWACK* GOT! *THWACK* BRAIN! *THWACK* DAMAGE! *THWACK* NOW, *THWACK* HUH??!?!?!!

A pause. The wand stays raised above her head.

ImeanIstillgotityou'renotwrongthere soooooooooooooo...

*THWACK*WELCOME! *THWACK* TO! *THWACK* THE! *THWACK* CLUB!

Meandra stares at Remnant Aviator. First she seems silent, but soon it becomes apparent she's quietly snickering.
pfhehehehehahahaha, do you a-? Haha, okay!!!
Obeying a hurriedly cast spell, the orbs of ice protecting R-Avi decide to fuse together; specifically, in a way that completely envelops the altered eye in the sky in a bumpy ball of frozen haych-two-oh. Meandra swings her wand downwards, and Avi finds himself turned upside down and violently hurled into the floor, with his newfound cage only slightly cracked!

Ough, you--!
She tries to strike R-Avi with yet more ineffectual water blasts, though each is slightly more condensed than the other...
...focus, focus, focus, foawawawawawawa--!
A giant stream of ice bursts out from her wand, causing her and Foot Holder to spin uncontrollably as the Ice Snake spiral kicks Reverse Man up onto the platform like a football and finally crashes into Avi's side!

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Ice Snake(Freeze): The user summons a large stream of ice, usually such that it goes straight forward a set distance, but its direction can be freely changed. Can be held indefinitely, dissipating from the back forward after. Targets it hits are Chilled, and should an oversized obstacle stand in the way of the Ice Snake it will extend through or around it, trapping it momentarily.
Chilled: A status effect. The afflicted's movements and reaction speed are extremely slowed, potentially causing them to lose lift or uncontrollably float upwards in fluid.

RAvi feels a slight pressure pushing him sideways. Looking over- is- is that the legendary Soup Wizard?!



Yeah, no, it's just Meandra except covered in soup. She seems to be trying to power wash Aviator's propellers off the face of the Earth, but to little effect... it's probably the several concussions interfering with her casting, as all she seems to manage are disjointed bursts of water that would only maybe hurt at point-blank range.

Dord looks around, then shakes his head.
Know what? I'm tired of this all. And since we've ended up somewhere where- well, it's not home, but it's familiar... and alive
I think I'm gonna hang around a bit. If you find that RGB dork, well, you know where to find me.
With a weak wave of his hand, Dord turns away from the group and slowly walks to the exit.

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And so shall I. I'm a bit tired of TTC at the moment. Will I come back? Probably, but who knows when?

Meandra is unresponsive to external stimuli

Falling Blade.

Barely evading a stab wound, the 3× Concussion Combo unceremoniously sends Meandra's face on a one-way journey to the wet floor. The soggy concrete. The shallow lukewarm pool

Son of a biDord is hit in the head by a poorly maintained chunk of the ceiling falling off. Nevertheless, he activates Falling Blade.

SPLASH. A giant cloud of comfortably chill mist overtakes the arena, though from more up close the burst may or may not have been "slightly" more painful. A very dazed Meandra stumbles across the wet floor.
uuuuuuughhhhhh.....hhhhhhhhhhhh......
Incredible rage can be seen in her eyes as she barely manages to focus on casting another spell, causing giant, boiling hot geysers blast out of the ground erratically! One even goes as far as to blast through the ceiling, causing a huge boulder of concrete to cascade down an unoccupied part of the bleachers, careening at the Mecha Teams at a pace that would mean certain doom if it hits them because of its sheer weight, but it's actually pretty easy to just walk out of the way.