I've been chillin' out on a star with my 5 star view

[lucetimods]

Who: All draftees
What: The space battle commences
When: After 3PM on the 19th to the 23rd
Where: In Space! On the Moon!
Summary: The battle finally begins! First there's asteroids to take down, then we finally arrive!
Rating: SPACE

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All the details you need are here, so read up on it. This didn't get mentioned before, but you can tag the cultists instead of killing them. Details on this are on a previous draft post. Using the scanners are optional!

There will be a thread for interacting with NPCs, but they may not all go up at once, so keep an eye out for them.

Note: A log for the events in the village will go up on the 21st, in time for the hurricane and droid incursion.

Comments

[thirdparty]

The General stands, casting more blood into the ground, which continues to move to try and capture him. His goal? Completely ensnare the metal man. He's too troublesome to deal with in straight combat.

[alloys]

He still has more surprises in his bag of tricks, and that's what he has to count on saving him here. So he activates his wrist laser, projecting a beam to sweep the area and cut clean through anything in its path, three-hundred and sixty degrees. He just needs to break the General's concentration so he get free and back in the air. But if it kills him in the meantime? Yeah, he wouldn't mind that, either.

[thirdparty]

He had enough blood left to raise a shield, moments before the lasers could hit him. The shield soon shattered, but it was enough so that in the end, only his shoulder was clipped by the beam. A new bloody wound appeared. And so too did a new source of power. So while Tony is free and trying to get into the air, the General smears his blood into the ground, transforming it into a multitude of metal chains, all rising rapidly into the air to once again try and capture him.

[alloys]

He glances back down at the General as he tears upwards--gee, used his special one-use laser and they guy doesn't even have the decency to get sliced in half. He knows he should stop making him bleed, but his specialties aren't exactly equipped for that and blunt contact had only gotten him in a tight spot.

He has to count on his speed right now, as he races up towards the top of the dome, shells firing off from his guns to knock the chains out of the sky. He's not about to let himself get caught again. That was too close. And distance will give him time to think. Plan.

[thirdparty]

The General remained rooted to the ground, watching his opponent hiding in the sky, in plain sight. He had determined this was one situation where his opponent held the advantage in the skies. It would be better then to remain fighting on his own terms. So he let the armor clad man keep the skies. For as long as he could remain there. After all, he had now gained the attention of other cultists. The General did nothing to call them off.

[alloys]

Oh, great. Now there's these guys, too. He could just shoot them down easily enough, but he doesn't doubt for a second the General would just shift their blood into something he could use. Sick bastard. It's a rock and a hard place.

He won't run. But this guy should have been reduced to rubble by now. And he's not. He drops altitude fast, making one last mad-dash effort, repulsors blazing and aimed right at the General's wings.

[thirdparty]

The General folds his wings behind him, using his own body to shield them. The repulsors tear away at his arms and shoulders, but the torn flesh becomes blood and it in turn covers his arms, his legs, and even his wings. Unless Iron Man changes course, the General intends to deliver a powerful punch to the armored man.