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Post by Wreckage on May 7, 2008 12:22:23 GMT -5
A last-second shift of weight – trying to keep himself from falling on his face when his sweep does not connect – that partially blocks his head with the vane of one shoulder is the only thing, really, that saves Wreckage from the full effect of Barricade's attempted haymaker. It glances off, that lone plate taking some of the impact, and clips Wreckage across the temple. Barricade is no weakling and his weapon is one of the front-liner's own fists; even that deflected hit is enough to fill Wreckage's vision with a burst of static.
Off-balance. Overextended. Spent and slightly dazed. The momentum is enough to knock Wreckage the rest of the way over and drop he does, catching himself on his exposed wrist. It hurts, but he has dealt with worse. And Barricade is mocking him.
"No," he rumbles in answer, pushing up and turning his remaining blade for a backslash.
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Barricade
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Post by Barricade on May 7, 2008 22:01:12 GMT -5
Quicker, that recovery than the last! Perhaps Barricade's jibes are getting to the big white mech. Sparks fly as he barely manages to get himself out of the way in time, the sword barely glancing off of his foot, skimming up his leg.
He is starting to tire as well, but it looks like Wreckage will tire first - he'd trans-scanned, while Barricade had merely been buried. Twice.
"Good! I'm just getting warmed up with you!" Barricade snarls cheerfully, turning his leap into a tight tuck, claws flashing down to fasten upon Wreckahe's shoulders, trying to bind, to tuck himself against that jutting back plate so that he might pummel the Berkut with impunity.
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Wreckage
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Post by Wreckage on May 8, 2008 10:01:02 GMT -5
Quicker perhaps only by desperation. Wreckage has worn himself out too quickly and he realises this, but he refuses to accept it without a fight. He refuses to give in to an opponent simply because of exhaustion. He will go into stasis-lock first.
The Berkut's only answer to Barricade's continuing verbal assault is a deep, flat snarl underscored by the thrumming, guttering whine of engines without enough fuel to properly fire. To the Saleen's attacks – it seems Barricade is dead-set on getting a piggyback ride… how endearing – he responds by pitching himself backwards, aiming to fall on his back and crush the smaller Decepticon beneath him.
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Post by Barricade on May 9, 2008 15:20:31 GMT -5
Ah, decisions, decisions... Tumble off backwards to get out from under Wreckage before he hits, or scramble/leapfrog over Wreckage's head to land on top of him? Tumbling free gives Wreckage a moment of recovery time, but keeps Barricade from getting smooshed. Scrambling up and over opens Barricade up way too much to getting grabbed again, but would seriously piss Wreckage off.
It's the whine of those engines, the hiss of fuel-starvation that decides him. Up and over it is; Wreckage probably doesn't have the energy left to take advantage of that opening, at least not quick enough, and, hey, bonus on another jab at the Berkut's pride.
Claws bite in and Barricade heaves himself upwards, scrambling as the ground approaches rapidly. One hand manages to slip around, using that jutting cannon as a handhold, one foot planting right in the middle of Wreckage's face, as he crests the white mech like a demeted spider - he's been learning from Frenzy, apparently.
Oh, the impact is jarring, and even his grip slips for a moment - Wreckage isn't the only one pushing beyond intelligent levels here - but so very satisfying as his knees clamp onto Wreckage to ride out the final bounce and shudder.
A lesser mech than he would have been tempted to shout, "Yee haw!" on the way down. Oh, who is he kidding?
"Yee haw!"
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Post by Wreckage on May 15, 2008 20:28:06 GMT -5
The landing is anything but graceful or gentle, rattling circuits and leaving dents in the road beneath Wreckage where his plates and points dig into the metal pavement. The crash resounds in his receptors and in his processors; Barricade's foot slams down on his nasal ridge and the infiltrator clambers over him in an irksome imitation of Frenzy, and Wreckage scowls, moving to roll further, possibly swat off the smaller Decepticon.
Only… when he tries to move, his motor systems do not cooperate. Servos whine and low energy warnings flash in his vision as his arms give out and he topples back to the ground. A second attempt to rise meets with even less success. A third and he cannot even lift his head. He scowls up at the false sky and at the warning messages clouding his view of it. So he has fought himself to the edge of stasis lock, after all.
Damn it.
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Post by Barricade on May 21, 2008 10:14:44 GMT -5
The need to scramble to a position of relative safety and superiority is abruptly, and gleefully, no longer required, Barricade realizes. Toes hook against those now blunter spiked knee caps to halt Barricade's momentum, claws catching on the barrel of that cannon jutting from the white mech's chest to pull him back around.
"Problem?" Barricade rumbles as he climbs - at a leisurely pace - back up and around to perch on Wreckage's chest, hands cupped over the tip of that barrel to prop the infiltrator's head up. Red optics grin down at Wreckage from that smug visage as Barricade hooks his legs around the base of the cannon until he is seated, cross-legged, upon the helpless Berkut's chest.
Smug doesn't even begin to describe that fiendish glee, really.
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Post by Wreckage on Jun 3, 2008 21:07:49 GMT -5
A low, thin, grinding rumble is the only answer Barricade gets; it is all the sound of any real substance Wreckage can be bothered to make. He cannot even glare properly at Barricade, only able to look down along his nasal ridge, neck too stiff and systems too drained for movement.
You are lucky I tired out, is what he wants to say. And the problem is that Barricade is still moving.
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Post by Barricade on Jun 6, 2008 5:04:21 GMT -5
One might charitably call the sound that bubbles forth from Barricade a giggle. A vaguely maniacal one, but a giggle, nonetheless. Barricade feels much vindicated now with this victory coming hard on the heels of his poor showing during the game itself. Around them, the street and rubble flickers away, leaving them still tangled together in the training room, minus their injuries.
Alas, the training room cannot just as magically wisk away Wreckage's critical fuel status and after another few moments of triumphant gloating, Barricade disentangles himself and climbs back to the floor. He grabs that hand that he'd ripped free in the simulation and hefts Wreckage's arm over his shoulder.
"You need a refuel," he observes cheerfully as he begins dragging Wreckage to the door. Yes, Barricade does intend to drag Wreckage out in front of whoever else happens to have stuck around. Maybe he'll even drag Wreckage around the camp for a victory lap.
....or maybe not.
"Maybe your girlfriend has some she can spare for you," he snickers, grinning over his shoulder at the white Berkut mech as he drags Wreckage off in search of the blue Berkut mech.
This day didn't turn out so bad after all.
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Post by Wreckage on Jun 13, 2008 12:52:42 GMT -5
The next rattling sound that Wreckage produces while his plating scrapes noisily along the road is more growl than groan and he glares at the lip of his forehead ridge in lieu of the smaller Decepticon beyond it. To say he is not surprised that Barricade is bothering to assist him would be a lie; he is surprised, for Barricade, while a fellow soldier, is selfish at his core. Wreckage would expect the infiltrator to leave him lying there rather than drag him off to locate fuel.
However, this notion Barricade has taken into his head of Wreckage having a "girlfriend" is ridiculous. Really. Skystrike – his only notable female acquaintance, for he has hardly seen that arachnid – is merely that. An acquaintance.
…Whatever gave Barricade that idea is going to trouble Wreckage.
OOC: Fade-out?
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Post by Barricade on Jun 14, 2008 13:38:26 GMT -5
Leave Wreckage lying there alone when he could compound Wreckage's loss by dragging him through the entire encampment for all to see? Seriously. Barricade giggles in response to that rattled growl. If anyone asks, that is exactly the reason Barricade will give them for why he expended the effort to remove Wreckage from the training room. It has nothing at all to do with the fact that Wreckage is utterly helpless amidst these strange Decepticons that Barricade still does not trust - not that he trusts anyone bu Frenzy, anyway, but there's certainly a much stronger tie between Barricade and the 'Cons of his own reality than any of these new 'Cons he's been forced to throw his lot in with.
No, no, nothing at all to do with the fact that at least Wreckage hails from his own reality, and everything to do with utterly and completely mocking the once-Stryker with the full extent of his own helplessness. Honest. And if Barricade happens to stick around just long enough to make sure that Wreckage can at least get back on his feet before taking off, well, that's just to further rub it in. Really.
The scrape of Wreckage's plating against the ground doesn't quite drown out the constant stream of giggles and snickers coming from the Saleen. Isn't that lovely, Wreckage?
ooc: fade-out.
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