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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Jun 10, 2009 20:33:29 GMT -5
Bambi is agile, squirmy, and durable, but she's still taking a beating from Blitzwing's frenzy. her fine analytical mind tells her that hitting the dirt will hurt less.
Thus.
Bambi attempts to hook the killer claw that ends up on the back of her ankle as a robot into the side of Blitzwing's knee. The should hopefully get his attention on his knee - and not on holding her. Then, she tries to break his grip, pushing not against the strength of his arms but the relative weakness of his thumbs, entirely willing (and eager) to break them if need to be.
Whoa nelly, flaming jetboy trying to kick Blitzwing in the head when he still has her in his grip? A girl could get hurt, that way!
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Post by Duskwing on Jun 10, 2009 20:42:51 GMT -5
Duskwing slogs toward the aerial battle raging above and stares up for a moment. "Stupid bint. Stupid Blitzer. Told him I was outta fuel. Now I just gotta watch?"
Red optics narrow in fury. Duskwing gropes around for something, anything and lays one hand on a partially uprooted tree. The dark blue Decepticon pulls it free from the sodden earth with a wrench.
"NO FRAGGING WAY!" he roars, and heaves the massive treetrunk into the air, tossing it like a caber straight at Jetfire. He pivots as he throws, turning around with the follow-through--
Oh hey, there's an Autobot on the ground behind him. Duskwing gives Springer a feral grin, lowers his head slightly, and charges with intent to tackle.
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Post by Springer on Jun 10, 2009 20:52:24 GMT -5
//Watch your back!// Springer calls to Jetfire, popping out several shots at the tree flung at Jetfire, hopefully enough to screw up its trajectory.
And the Seeker charges for him, and Springer gives Duskwing an odd look. Never seen one this color before. "Heh, if you think you can handle it, kiddo, I'm more than happy to oblige!" he calls out to Duskwing, charging forward himself. "WRECK AND RULE!" he bellows, skidding to gain enough traction to activate his springing ability, and uses it to give his tackle some speed, putting his shoulder first.
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Post by Blitzwing on Jun 11, 2009 5:49:29 GMT -5
Frenzied as he is, Blitzwing doesn't really notice the spike driven into his knee, though it does distract him for long enough for Bambi to halfway pry Blitzwing's thumb off her and begin to break his grip.
Of course, right about then Jetfire's kick connects. With a resounding crack, Blitzwing begins to topple forward, having been knocked senseless enough to loss control of his antigravs, he begins to fall, face first and fast.
He doesn't relax whats left of his grip on Bambi though , or drop his scimitar. If she really is nimble , strong and quick thinking, she might be able to get loose and not have Blitzwing land right on top of her. If not, perhaps she can squirm enough to only have some of Blitzwing land on top of her.
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Post by Mistwind on Jun 11, 2009 6:43:18 GMT -5
Wreck and rule? No, no, Jump and flee, Mistwind likes that one much much beter!
Scrambling with haste, the real kid in the lot lunches for a passing tree, clinging to the bark. //Won't be in your way, Duskwing!//
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Post by Jetfire (Ani) on Jun 11, 2009 10:42:06 GMT -5
Ack! That is not what he wanted to happen! He wanted to make Blitzwing drop Bambi, not drop on her, and then he could swoop down and catch her, and then maybe he would put her down real quick so he didn't get smashed in the face, too... stupid Decepticons, not playing along with his plans!
Though the catching thing might still help, even if does have the consequence of helping a 'Con at the same time.
Jetfire reaches down to grab hold of the plummeting Blitzwing, but is quickly forced to spin out of the way as something large flies past him. Was that a log? Turning around, he glares at Duskwing. "Hey!"
Oh right, trying to stop Bambi from getting crushed. Springer seems to be dealing with his own opponent. Diving after the falling pair, he reaches out and tries to get a grip on Blitzwing's wings or back, ready to blast his thrusters in an attempt to at least slow them down if he cannot stop them.
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Jun 11, 2009 20:45:55 GMT -5
Claws. Bambi has them in both modes, though her dinosaur mode claws are a bit more fearsome. She tries to dig her hand-claws into the base of Blitzwing's thumbs, to loosen them or cut them off entirely - she'd be happier with the latter! Miss or hit, she then tries to kicks away from him.
Falling is bad. Being fallen upon by Blitzwing would be worse.
Time to put her natural weapons, strength, agility, and cleverness to work and hope for the best.
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Post by Duskwing on Jun 11, 2009 21:38:48 GMT -5
"Uh!" Springer's shoulder collides brutally with Duskwing's chest. Fortunately for Duskwing, it hits the reinforced strut between his launchers that protects his cockpit canopy in robot mode. Braced for attack, Duskwing only slides back a few tens of yards instead of being flattened.
He curls his fist back behind the heavier protecting armor of his lower arm and punches toward the open face just behind that big green shoulder, while groping wildly for a hold on the big green triple-changer.
Springer's words finally register. "Slag! You're a fraggin' WRECKER!"
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Post by Springer on Jun 12, 2009 1:52:05 GMT -5
The impact causes Springer to stop, and soon as he starts to bring his weapons to bear, he gets a face full of Seeker arm.
WHAM!
Ow, okay, that hurt. Dented his face up a fair bit, too. Alas, Springer will not be eligible for any beauty pageants after this. Such a pity, that.
He staggers back, finally bringing his pistols to bear, popping off a few shots at Duskwing, trying a diplomatic approach first. "Well, what do you know, someone who knows my team. Don't suppose you'd be willing to give up and walk away, or will I have to call the rest of them into this fight?"
Here's hoping Springer rolls well on his Bluff check.
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Post by Blitzwing on Jun 15, 2009 16:37:52 GMT -5
Bambi manages to break free of Blitzwing, who is groggily returning to the land of the living, albeit with a massive headache. He remembers where he is at about the same time that Jetfire halts his downward progress.
Turning his scimitar in his hand to face downward, Blitzwing stabs up behind him, wanting to just get away from this mess as quickly as possible. If he Succeeds, he's going to land and have Duskwing jump in, and to hell with that little Dinobot horror.
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Post by Mistwind on Jun 15, 2009 18:49:09 GMT -5
Dropping to the ground, Mistwind looks up to where the brutes are tackling each other. Radio keeps silent to his questions, so Springer's attempt on intimidation means a sheer bound of absolute n-o-t-h-i-n-g on him. In fact, to his minds eye, the taste of a name like "Wrecker" promises 'wrecking' and not 'let's ask polite if the con wants to walk away'; is this guy even serious?
Mistwind does not yell, does not move to get attention; his index finger traces a pattern across the ball held known from all the times done in sheer play. This time however, it is catapulted to an appropriate distance behind Springer without the usual second pattern: the ball glows up and begin to beep in the one universal language of Boomness. (=^^=) . 0100 (=^^=) 0011 (=^^=) 0010 (=^^=) 0001 (x.x)
He kept his compadre in mind: //Hand grenade on Green's six, Duskwing!//
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Post by Jetfire (Ani) on Jun 15, 2009 22:48:58 GMT -5
Oh good, the girl has gotten free! Now perhaps Jetfire should let go of Blitzwing and go catch her- a sudden pain jolts through his side, and he glances down in shock to find a blade piercing his abdomen. Yelping loudly, he kicks away from the Decepticon, maintaining enough control to keep himself airborne as he clutches his wounded side.
The flamethrower on his free arm bursts into flame almost of its own accord, and he swings it up to point at Blitzwing's back, ready to unleash his pain and anger in the form of fire. He hesitates and his arm begins to tremble with indecision. For a moment his arm flares up brighter and hotter, but is quickly extinguished, the arm dropping back to his side. Instead he turns and dives after Bambi. He may not be able to reach her in time to catch her, but he'll be on hand quickly to see if she's okay, figure out what's what, and help protect her from further Decepticon assault. Not that she seems to need a lot of protecting.
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Jun 18, 2009 21:35:18 GMT -5
Bambi has been falling for a while now. Being caught by Jetfire would have been nice, but instead, she just hits the dust.
WHUMP.
She hits the dust, hard.
The little Dinobot is battered and leaking, but she staggers to her feet, dazed again. Get out of here. Like she should have done ages ago. That's what she should do now.
But the Decepticons are going to do this again, aren't they?
That thought nags at her, as she transforms back to dinosaur mode, and she takes off running.
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Post by Duskwing on Jun 18, 2009 22:14:06 GMT -5
Duskwing snarls wordlessly as some of Springer's shots score his wings. Those broad F-15 wings are entirely too easy a target for any stray shot; it's getting so Duskwing doesn't consider it a real fight if he doesn't go home with perforated wings.
Again he leans forward and lunges, closing up the distance again. "You're alone, Wrecker! Ain't got none a' the rest a youse psychos here! I'm gonna scrap me a Wrecker!"
Duskwing grabs at anything sticking out, trying to wrench it off, trying to tangle himself up with Springer and keep him from doing much of anything that involves guns or standing back and transforming. He catches Mistwind's warning and shifts himself so that Springer is solidly between him and the grenade--
BOOM!
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Post by Springer on Jun 19, 2009 12:14:04 GMT -5
"Well, I'm alone right now, yes," Springer answers, popping off more shots at the Seeker. However, he smirks, and that smirk remains when he's grappled. "Like I said, you gonna walk away, or will I have to call the others in?"
Springer struggles a bit as Duskwing grabs his arm, putting the gun in his freehand at his hip, and aiming to punch the Seeker in the face. Hit or miss, the hand goes back for another punch, but pauses. "Heck, I--"
BOOM!
Okay, ow. That hurt. And put Springer closer to Duskwing than he wanted to be. He backs up again, though a bit wobbly. "As I was saying, I bet I only need two of 'em to take care of you three." Springer smirks, still struggling with the other's grip as he puts two fingers of his free hand to his helmet, miming a radio call. "Springer to Whirl and Roadbuster - Orbital jump to co-ordinates <Location>, battle-ready."
Of course, they're not really going to show up, but it will sure look like it. Springer figures it's about time he really uses that holomatter projector he had installed - for all intents and purposes, what looks like a rather Star Trek-ish sparkly warp sequence happens to Springer's four and seven, and facsimilies of Whirl and Roadbuster phase in, pointing guns at Duskwing.
"Not so alone now..." the Wrecker says, grinning.
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