Constaniana wrote:Nightkill wrote:The result of this did, of course, end up being that the Vimanas focused their cannons directly on William.
The Vimanas fired a projectile that was a liquid alloy of iron, uranium, and tungsten suspended in an electromagnetic field powered by magic. The molten metal, accelerated to a significant fraction of the speed of light, solidifies into a projectile as it is fired, hitting targets with enough force to pierce through most armour, and reliably fired every fire seconds.
And William had just pissed off hundreds of the fuckers.
Time seemed to slow down to the celerity of a molasses-infused dial-up connection for Sir William as the deluge of gunfire surged towards him.
There's no way to get out of this, is there? I'm going to get blown up here. There's just too many of these pointy-eared buggers shooting he thought despairingly, with an expression to match beginning to form before he banished the emotion, clenching his jaw. No, forget what these pricks want. I'm not dying here. I'm going to marry Hilde, get that castle on the mountain she wants, and raise Arnulf right. And you know what? I'm going to give him some brothers and sisters and a nice dog too. So these Fae scumbags and their magic guns can go get stuffed. I can't die here, not now. I can't leave her the burden of my son.
William's mental ramble took a fraction of a millisecond, his perception of time now muddled by the adrenaline his own body was producing as well as the enhancing magic of Excalibur. Drawing on the power of his mythical sword, the knight began channelling his radiant blasts through the mecha, leaving charging orbs all along the wings and hands. William watched nervously as the shells continued approaching, trying to stockpile more power to his attack. Well, stuff it. This should do.
Someone looking on from the outside wouldn't have seen most of what went on, due to the speeds involved. They would barely register the Vimanas opening fire, almost instantaneously followed by the Valvrave glowing white before dozens of beams lanced out like sunlight through a prism, exceeding the speed of the Fae space-bullets as it slammed into them, pushing on back towards the Vimanas.
In the Vimana, one black Fae looked at the bullets flying back at him with wide eyes.
This Fae wasn't a fighter - rather, he was an Engineer. His breed had evolved mainly to build the Vimanas used by Oberon and the other Commanders, as well as the footsoldiers. He wasn't overly fond of his cause, but it was a necessary one. Otherwise, he'd likely die.
Captain Scott Jackson (the Fae have names) faced the approaching mecha and the bullets that he was sending back, narrowing his eyes. In a Scottish accent, he growled to his subordinates. "Alright, lads. Ramming speed."
Their ship slammed into just below light speed, intent on crashing directly into William and killing (or very severely wounding) them all.