Post by Sable Conolly on Jul 8, 2009 20:55:43 GMT -5
Scourge is angry with the world, but he has the courtesy to assume that the world just might be angry with him, too, so he'll make attempts at being polite, now and then.
He peruses the library of scenarios. Motormaster is blind. A scenario that someone messes with sound would likely be advantageous to Scourge, but it really wouldn't give him a fair evaluation of Motormaster's abilities.
Scourge will save unfair for later.
He calls up a vast Colosseum around them, a Cybertronian design Scourge has never known, spreads his arms wide, and inquires, "Will this suit?"
Post by Motormaster on Jul 9, 2009 19:15:43 GMT -5
One moment, they're standing in a big empty room.
The next... They're still standing in a big room. Except this one has an arena in it. It also kind of seems like the arena should be bigger than the room, but it's not, and it kind of makes Motormaster's nodes ache.
Post by Sable Conolly on Jul 10, 2009 10:43:03 GMT -5
Scourge is normally the type to make a first move, but that says something about him, about his ambition, his energy, his grasping drive.
Laying back and waiting of an attack says something about him so very different than what he actually is that it may as well be a lie.
However, it will tell him an awful lot about Motormaster if he waits and shows the tiniest fraction of patience.
So Scourge sweeps a leg back, twisting his foot by a quarter turn, and he sinks his weight back onto that foot, ready to spring forward or backward, his front foot pointed straight and light. he angles his body back, too, presenting a slimmer target area, and he brings his arms up, elbows bent, forearms on either side of his head, hands facing Motormaster.
Post by Motormaster on Jul 20, 2009 17:10:56 GMT -5
A high-pitched chirping, outside the range of most organics' hearing, floods the room.
Motormaster adjusts his grip on his halberd, slides into his own stance facing Scourge, and tries to figure out what the heck is up with the arms near his head. He didn't think the guy had wrist-mounted blasters. But hey, they were Transformers.
Transformers are all about nasty little surprises.
He waits for Scourge to make his move. Because Motormaster has patience, and there's no reason why not.
Post by Sable Conolly on Jul 20, 2009 20:36:35 GMT -5
Scourge sighs. First move, Scourge? So be it. He drops his arms, swinging them out, almost like a dancer, and her swivels his torso forward while keeping his feet mostly planted right where they are.
Scourge shouts, "Barrage attack!" and while he's painfully aware of how dumb it is to have to telegraph his attacks, especially to someone who is probably used to listening, Scourge is really an excellent shot.
Post by Motormaster on Jul 29, 2009 11:57:30 GMT -5
Scourge unleashes a barrage of small rockets at Motormaster, and the black truck (the pov one) barely has time to curse the lack of cover in the arena. But hey, it's not like reality ever designed itself to make him happy, so he just bulls through, dodging as he can but not really worrying about it too much.
He brings his arms up, arm-guns firing in rapid bursts at Scourge.
The tactics he instinctively falls back on, to a trained eye, are those of someone who is used to having backup.
Post by Sable Conolly on Jul 29, 2009 12:56:09 GMT -5
Scourge does not have a trained optic, per se. He has very little training in general. Like Athena from Zeus's cleft skull, he burst forth from his status pod fully-formed and ready for battle. Perhaps he'll be able to judge more of Motormaster's style later.
For now, he just drops into a crouch, under the spray of fire. He folds one leg down on the ground and brings the other up against his chest, as Motormaster advances. When Scourge judges the range to be acceptable, he rolls forward, putting the strength of his legs into the roll. His arms reach out, trying to grab Motormaster's left ankle, that he might plow his right shoulder into Motormaster's left knee and use the opposing forces on the left leg as a takedown technique.
Post by Sable Conolly on Aug 2, 2009 12:16:27 GMT -5
Scourge doesn't particularly care about being shot up a bit. There are tanks built less durably than this tanker truck is. There are few munitions, pulses, and beams that he cannot simply shrug off.
Do the guns on Motormaster's feet work? Now that would be something interesting to know. He could just ask Motormaster, 'Hey, do the guns on your feet work?' but that wouldn't be any fun, would it?
Scourge also really doesn't care about Motormaster's mass. He's pretty sure he could throw Motormaster - all of him - one handed. In a knockdown move that uses the strength of his legs, his shoulder, and his whole body mass, he isn't worried.
That, and this move is fast. Sort of like a surprise boulder. Scourge could probably abort last second, but as little time as he has, he isn't seeing any compelling reason to not try knocking Motormaster down.
Post by Motormaster on Aug 2, 2009 22:07:58 GMT -5
When the laser-blasts fail to dissuade Scourge from his tackle, Motormaster transforms. He still partly goes down before the transformation is complete, but what's designed to work on a robot does not work quite the same on a semi-truck tanker.
The guns on the rear of his trailer continue to pound into Scourge as Motormaster jacknifes.
Post by Sable Conolly on Aug 8, 2009 13:24:52 GMT -5
Some time later....
Scourge is singing. It's not that he has a bad voice. His voice isn't screechy or harsh or gravelly - it's quite smooth, really.
It's that he's singing at all.
Maybe, maybe, Scourge might be caught calling out the cadence of a march.
But he's singing Dragula.
"Dead I am the one, exterminating son!"
This is Movor's fault, that Scourge knows this song. Movor always did like heavy metal.
But it's not Movor's fault that he's singing it.
That would be the fault of Scourge dragging Motormaster off for drinks after their fight. And also the fault of Scourge's own arrogance leading him to drink more than even his trailer can hold. Hey, he couldn't show himself to be a lightweight in front of another big black truck, could he?
So he's out in the corridor of the nearest intact lounge to the solid light hologram training room.