Lugnut
Minor
Broken.
Posts: 268
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Post by Lugnut on Aug 25, 2010 7:48:25 GMT -5
The being healing when in water does not escape the Krusher, but he cares little. Well, okay, he does care because this most likely means that he won't be able to drown Seraph. Curses.
"WHAT!? You will pay for that, HERETIC!" The Krusher growls and moves after Storm, only to have him go under once more. "GET BACK HERE, YOU COWA-" Before he can even finish venting his frustration he feels those bone claws slash at his armor, but all it does is piss the Decepticon off more. He growls in anger as he reaches around to try and grab this annoying little organic, and if he succeeds? He's going to try his damn best to send some limbs flying.
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Swindle
Major
This space for rent.
Posts: 571
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Post by Swindle on Aug 25, 2010 19:38:03 GMT -5
Swindle nods sagely at Glum'non's words. "I can see where you're coming from. Just watch my boy Bonecrusher in a fight or two, and then we'll see who's unproven. I guarantee no-one will think you dug up some weakling." Privately Swindle is hoping this little idea will end Domesdee's career with a bang, or possibly a messy dismemberment, and launch Bonecrusher's. All's fair in love, war, and business.
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Post by SceneMod on Aug 25, 2010 22:06:37 GMT -5
Storm's leg is grabbed by Lugnut and yanked completely off his body! Meanwhile, the rest of Storm continues into the water-pit, hitting with a SPLASH. He vanishes out of sight for a moment, then leaps from a different water-pit.
He once more has two legs.
He goes flying towards Lugnut, attempting to strike at the Decepticon with his back fins instead.
Glum'nom rolls his head back to look back lazily at Swindle, expression disinterested. "Show me those fights, and I'll give you your battle. Not before."
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Lugnut
Minor
Broken.
Posts: 268
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Post by Lugnut on Aug 26, 2010 17:20:41 GMT -5
A triumphant laugh escapes Lugnut as he feels the leg tear off, holding it up in a victory pose before turning to finish the job...Only to see him come back out of the water, with once again a complete set of legs.
Yeah. Drowning is definitely out of the question.
The Krusher roars as he feels those fins hit his armor, scraping and even tearing into it. "THIS ENDS NOW!"Normally that would have been followed by the Punch, but for obvious reasons he can't do that. So instead he drops his hammer and opens fire with his turrets again, trying to grab Seraph at the same time. And if he manages to grab a hold of Seraph once more? He isn't going to tear off an limb; he'll be going for the head. Let's see him try and recover from that.
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Swindle
Major
This space for rent.
Posts: 571
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Post by Swindle on Aug 26, 2010 19:16:49 GMT -5
"That's all I ask!" Swindle says, grinning, as he gets up from his seat and returns to mingling with the crowd. //Good news, Bonecrusher!// he transmits. //I just made a deal that'll fast-track you to the big leagues. Better fights for you, and more money for the both of us.//
Skippable unless interacted with.
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Duskwing
Major
"What the slag happened?"
Posts: 848
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Post by Duskwing on Aug 26, 2010 22:25:24 GMT -5
"WHOOO-HAAA! GO KRUSHER! DO HIM LIKE VOS DID TARN!" Duskwing yells, shaking his fist, caught up in the exuberance of the fight. Never one to refrain from boorish behavior in public, he pitched his empty bottle in the general direction of Lugnut's opponent.
"HEY! ANY ENER-POPCORN AROUND HERE??" he yelled in the general direction of the food vendors.
Generally skippable.
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Post by SceneMod on Aug 27, 2010 18:26:44 GMT -5
Storm Seraph ducks forward, moving beneath much of the weapons fire, though the bullets still rip lines of blood through those parts of his back not protected by the bony fins. He straightens and growls, beginning to charge towards Lugnut.
This is a fatal mistake.
He's grasped by either shoulder when Lugnut grabs for him, and his eyes widen as he realizes just how dire his circumstances suddenly are! His arms come up in between Lugnut's arms. He turns the finds outward and moves his own arms apart, slashing towards Lugnut's elbows.
Glum'nom frowns after Swindle as he departs, but then he returns to watching the fight, eyes narrowed and thoughtful.
Meanwhile, elsewhere in the stands, the female Quintesson brings one tentacle up to rub her chin as she watches the fight. She looks around the room, and perhaps her gaze settles on several of the other Transformers in the stands. She switches to one of her side faces, one that looks more perplexed, and starts to drift towards Nathan.
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Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Aug 27, 2010 21:37:25 GMT -5
//Like I care// Bonecrusher grunts back to Swindle. //They'll all die.//
His hands are twitching as he watches Lugnut and Storm Seraph's fight with murderous intent, wishing he was the one holding the slagging organic. He wanted nothing more than to live up to his name and crush the life out of the stinking bag of guts until it popped. He's wound up tight enough that if he doesn't get into the ring soon he might burst himself.
If any of the other spectators jostle him, they're definitely getting socked in the face.
Skippable unless interacted with
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Lugnut
Minor
Broken.
Posts: 268
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Post by Lugnut on Aug 28, 2010 19:26:51 GMT -5
Lugnut growls more out of annoyance than pain as the fins scrape against his armor, leaving a few gashes that are deep enough to show the circuitry underneath.. "Meet your doom, organic! In the name of MEGATRON!" He roars his Master's name as he lets go of one shoulder and grabs Seraph by the legs, pulling as hard as he can and tearing the poor aquatic in half.
With a triumphant laugh he throws Storm's upper half at the floor and the lower half into the water, and now that he once more has his pincers free he picks up his fallen armor, pointing it at Seraph as he looks at the crowd. "WHAT SAY YOU!? DEATH OR MERCY?" And before Seraph can crawl away he plants a foot on his back, keeping him in place, hammer still held high in one hand and waiting for the crowd to determine his fate.
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Post by SceneMod on Aug 28, 2010 22:44:49 GMT -5
Seraph does, indeed, try to crawl away; he tries to pull himself towards the nearest pool. This doesn't last very long, as a foot is planted in his back. He screams and tries to strike at Lugnut's leg with his fins, but it is an act born o desperation, undisciplined.
Meanwhile, the crowd chants, "DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH!"
There's not yet been enough blood spilt in the pits for their taste tonight.
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Post by Farlane/Faye Fairlane on Aug 29, 2010 17:11:15 GMT -5
“Well, we ain’t got no ener-popcorn, but we do got other snacks, honey,” Farlane says, gracefully sliding between Duskwing and the rather confused new gal who’d been blinking blankly at the seeker. He’d gotten cleaned up quite nicely, but there was only so much napkins could do about the stuff in his joints. It was rather unpleasant, but nothing he couldn’t deal with.
In fact, Farlane was all smiles as he presents the tray of food and drinks to Duskwing. “I’d rec the oil balls personally. Total melt in the mouth goodness n' excellent fer blood sports,” he gestures cheerfully to some boxes full of little black spheres, covered in thick grease.
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Dai-Janku
Rookie
Reject common sense to make the impossible possible!
Posts: 147
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Post by Dai-Janku on Aug 29, 2010 18:22:50 GMT -5
From nearby Duskwing and Farlane, a rusty robot, clad in a red tarpcape stands up - if one is looking at him, one might notice a flash of light dramatically reflecting off his head crest. Or they might just be seeing things!
His arms are crossed, and his foot firmly planted on the back of the seat in front of him. He is brave, he is ballsy, and....well, he's downright stupid, because he's out to defy the crowd.
Dai-Janku bellows out "MERRRRRRRCY!" as loud as he can muster.
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Lugnut
Minor
Broken.
Posts: 268
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Post by Lugnut on Aug 29, 2010 19:50:13 GMT -5
The roar of the crowd crying out for blood, his opponent laying beneath his feet, crippled, wounded and trying to do anything to survive...Oh, how Lugnut had missed this! Nothing shall ever surpass fighting in the name of Megatron, but there are two things that come close, and this? This is one of them.
The Krusher raises his hammer, ready to let the crowd see just why he's called that, when a bellowing roar nearly succeeds in drowning out the cries born out of blood lust. It's enough to make Lugnut turn to his side to find out who dared to deny this spectacle, but when he sees that it is Dai-Janku, he can't help but feel both rage and satisfaction. The former because his arena nemesis had dared to ask for mercy, the latter because he had managed to rile up the Autobot.
Now let's find out just how far he can push it.
"MERCY!?" Lugnut bellows with laughter as he raises his hammer up high and at a diagonal angle, the thrusters on it beginning to flare up. "Mercy is not dispensed here, fool....Only the Wrath of MEGATRON!" With a bellowing cry he swings his hammers, the thrusters kicking in and giving it enough force to viciously decapitate Storm Seraph.
The sheer force of it sends the head send flying through the air and toward Dai-Janku while Lugnut spins around and goes into a kneeling position, the thrusters deactivating as the hammer comes to a stand still at his side.
Oh yes, he knows how to please the crowd.
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Post by SceneMod on Aug 29, 2010 22:12:00 GMT -5
"And it's another upset!" shouts the announcer as Storm Seraph's head goes flying off. "The Kaon Krusher defeats Storm Seraph, ending Seraph's winning streak and his life!" The announcer partially covers the microphone and leans towards one of the others in the viewing box, muttering, "His name is the 'Kaon Krusher,' right? Only he keeps shouting something about 'Megatron' so I'm starting to get confused?" The other person whispers something, and the announcer shrugs. "Oh, all right." He uncovers the microphone and shouts loudly, "The Krusher wins!"
"Now, will the participants please clear the pit so that the cleaning crew can set up for the next exciting fight - this time, two newcomers: the mighty Bonecrusher, and the deadly Dulcinea Six! Who will make it out alive?"
The crowd roars its approval at being given the blood they asked for, most of them paying Dai-Janku little mind.
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Duskwing
Major
"What the slag happened?"
Posts: 848
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Post by Duskwing on Aug 30, 2010 11:53:17 GMT -5
Duskwing frowned slightly, puzzled. "No ener-popcorn? That sucks! 'kay, gimme a box of dem oil balls," he snapped, distracted by the events on the field. He held out a hand for the snacks, payment held between two fingers.
"Whoa, slag, willya lookit that? Krusher punted the fish's head clean out of the pit! AWESOME! GO KRUSHER!" Duskwing bounced up and down, hooting his approval--but not forgetting he had snacks coming from the vendor in pink.
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