Attention! I do not own the Armored Core series nor do I own the term AC,
Global Cortex, or anything related to Armored Core. Max, Archangel, and
other characters are mine. Ask me if you want to use them.
Archangel ducked under another volley of missiles aimed directly for his core. After three salvos of about 20 missiles, Max wondered how many more of those his opponent, Hailstorm, could unleash. After the wave of missiles passed, Archangel activated his OB and flew toward Hailstorm at full speed, dodging gunfire and debris while powering up his MOONLIGHT Beam- Saber. Archangel slashed at Hailstorm's midsection, intending to slice him in half. Instead, Hailstorm moved backwards with the blow, only causing minor damage to the outer armor on his core. However, Archangel wasn't finished with the maneuver. Max activated his boosters and shot up into the sky, aiming his large Rail Cannon down at Hailstorm. His blast hit home. The magnetically propelled shell ripped down through Hailstorm's right side, completely severing it from the rest of the AC.
"Game over, Hailstorm." Max said with a bit of pride in his voice. "Good fight though."
Maximillian Patrios, once the son of the wealthy Lord Arthur Patrios, was fast becoming the best among the Ravens. Left with almost nothing after the first war between Earth and Mars, save for his AC and a few thousand credits, Max went and joined the Ravens at Global Cortex, hoping to regain some of his late family's wealth. Now he was ranked A-3 in the Arena and was one of the most well known Ravens.
"God dammit!" Hailstorm yelled over the comm., "Beaten by that stupid boost move again!" Hailstorm was furious and spouted off a string of curse words
Slowly bringing his AC to its feet, Hailstorm fired one last missile at Archangel, who had his back turned to Hailstorm and was walking out of the Arena. Archangel turned and saw the missile.
"Shit. Damn cheater."
The missile hit Archangel head on, knocking him back into the Arena wall. Archangel retaliated. Hard.
Archangel brought up his Karazawa Rifle and fired a flurry of shots that left Hailstorm looking like a block of Swiss cheese. Hailstorm shut down, signaling his defeat.
"Don't ever try stupid shit like that again." Archangel was really pissed off. "You're lucky I didn't kill you."
Only silence answered his angry condemnation. Probably because Archangel had shot up his generator and he didn't have any power to reply.
"Winner is AC Archangel. AC's may now exit the Arena. Maintenance crew, report to the Arena." The announcer's voice cut off with a small squeak.
Max won. But it was a costly victory. The vertical missile launcher on Archangel's left shoulder was shredded and the extensions were completely blown away. But Max wasn't about to worry. Global Cortex would pay for all the repairs and he was getting 120,00 Credits from the A-2 ranked Hailstorm.
Max decided he would celebrate. After a nap.
Archangel ducked under another volley of missiles aimed directly for his core. After three salvos of about 20 missiles, Max wondered how many more of those his opponent, Hailstorm, could unleash. After the wave of missiles passed, Archangel activated his OB and flew toward Hailstorm at full speed, dodging gunfire and debris while powering up his MOONLIGHT Beam- Saber. Archangel slashed at Hailstorm's midsection, intending to slice him in half. Instead, Hailstorm moved backwards with the blow, only causing minor damage to the outer armor on his core. However, Archangel wasn't finished with the maneuver. Max activated his boosters and shot up into the sky, aiming his large Rail Cannon down at Hailstorm. His blast hit home. The magnetically propelled shell ripped down through Hailstorm's right side, completely severing it from the rest of the AC.
"Game over, Hailstorm." Max said with a bit of pride in his voice. "Good fight though."
Maximillian Patrios, once the son of the wealthy Lord Arthur Patrios, was fast becoming the best among the Ravens. Left with almost nothing after the first war between Earth and Mars, save for his AC and a few thousand credits, Max went and joined the Ravens at Global Cortex, hoping to regain some of his late family's wealth. Now he was ranked A-3 in the Arena and was one of the most well known Ravens.
"God dammit!" Hailstorm yelled over the comm., "Beaten by that stupid boost move again!" Hailstorm was furious and spouted off a string of curse words
Slowly bringing his AC to its feet, Hailstorm fired one last missile at Archangel, who had his back turned to Hailstorm and was walking out of the Arena. Archangel turned and saw the missile.
"Shit. Damn cheater."
The missile hit Archangel head on, knocking him back into the Arena wall. Archangel retaliated. Hard.
Archangel brought up his Karazawa Rifle and fired a flurry of shots that left Hailstorm looking like a block of Swiss cheese. Hailstorm shut down, signaling his defeat.
"Don't ever try stupid shit like that again." Archangel was really pissed off. "You're lucky I didn't kill you."
Only silence answered his angry condemnation. Probably because Archangel had shot up his generator and he didn't have any power to reply.
"Winner is AC Archangel. AC's may now exit the Arena. Maintenance crew, report to the Arena." The announcer's voice cut off with a small squeak.
Max won. But it was a costly victory. The vertical missile launcher on Archangel's left shoulder was shredded and the extensions were completely blown away. But Max wasn't about to worry. Global Cortex would pay for all the repairs and he was getting 120,00 Credits from the A-2 ranked Hailstorm.
Max decided he would celebrate. After a nap.