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Post by Sable Conolly on Mar 21, 2011 22:58:25 GMT -5
//You don't know anger, then,// Scourge growls. There isn't a waking moment he isn't mad about something. //Allow me to educate you, you old dunce.//
His thrust is stayed, because Scourge's anger has just gotten the better of him, and he's distracted. Scpurge is going to try to use his trailer in space.
It appears somewhere behind him and opens up. A hail of weaponry rains out. And Scourge completely loses his grip on anything in the process, including his sanity, but more importantly, his grip on the ship that keeps him from being flung into space.
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Post by Ultra Magnus on Mar 26, 2011 17:02:06 GMT -5
Anchored as he is and built as he is – if only he knew that another Ultra Magnus seemed to exist solely as a punching bag for powerful Decepticons – Ultra Magnus can weather the assault, though it'll hurt miserably and leave him with plenty of damages. What he notices now, however, in the moments before the barrage hits, is that Scourge has given up his solid footing. Magnus weighs his options: try to hold Scourge one-handed during the weapons volley and then attempt to throw him afterwards when Magnus might be too damaged to do it, sending him hopefully wounded into the depths of space; or try to throw him off now, where he will doubtlessly return next season.
Part of Magnus urges him to hurt Scourge as badly as he can – kill him if possible. A dead Decepticon can't come back to cause more problems. Another part instead compels him to somehow get rid of Scourge while he's sure he can, before injuries weaken him too much. For that instant, he doesn't know which way is right.
Even as his mind is paralysed by the conflict, his body acts with the surety of aeons of training; he tries to put Scourge's sword-arm into a hammerlock and drag him closer.
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Post by Sable Conolly on Mar 26, 2011 17:34:37 GMT -5
Scourge is dragged back in. Ultra Magnus has pushed his Huge Red Button, though. Scourge fears the possibility that any Autobot goodness may lurk within his spark, and he covers it up with violent acts of destruction.
So instead of trying to get his footing like a sane, sensible person, he instead tries to tear Ultra Magnus's arm off. It's not even a good move, in the situation. Scourge is just that blood-blinded angry. Hatred and fury have made him stupid.
But they haven't made him weak.
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Post by Ultra Magnus on Mar 28, 2011 10:59:42 GMT -5
There's an awful snap deep in Ultra Magnus's shoulder, behind his dorsal plate, when Scourge wrenches on his arm. He can only hope it's a clean break, easily repaired. He grinds his jaw and tries to hang on as the first missiles come down, but he can only hold so well with a shattered main rod. His arm nearly rips free along with Scourge; he feels more fine structures grind and twist as he shifts and, with one last-ditch effort since he can't keep the Decepticon down, tries to heave Scourge away and into space. Without Scourge to take some of the attack, however, it's all left to Magnus.
Now he has to weather the firestorm. He's been through more painful ordeals – Scourge delivered him into one after their first fight, in fact – but few of them involved explosives.
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Post by Sable Conolly on Mar 28, 2011 22:21:41 GMT -5
Scourge is flung back into the inky blackness between the stars, and soon, he cannot be seen.
But his hatred hasn't died. It'll never die, as long as he lives. Someday, Ultra Magnus will pay - Scourge will cut out his tongue and feed it to him, for those filthy words; yank his radio and stuff it into his gas cap.
That'll just be the start. They'll be going to the pain, after all.
OOC: Out of thread due to being flung hecka far.
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Post by Ultra Magnus on Mar 30, 2011 18:30:45 GMT -5
The fact that the plate under which he'd wedged his foot survived the barrage is the only reason Magnus, wavering, doesn't simply drift away from the hull once the assault ends. He's battered and blackened, impact marks latticed together by the thin cracks common to damaged armour in his reality; neither arm is functioning, one hanging on by an inch or two of uncut metal and some cables, the other simply hanging there lifelessly, and he seems to have thrown Scourge before the Decepticon could retrieve his sword, which is still buried deep in Magnus's torso.
The medics are going to have a field day with him.
//I'm coming in,// he radios, suddenly tired, and starts to pick his way across the pitted hull. The hatch didn't seem so far away when he stood in the station airlock.
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