Misfire
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Post by Misfire on May 22, 2011 19:40:52 GMT -5
Month 3, Week 4, Day 2, open to anyone who wants to help/harass Misfire while he practices.
Even before Misfire spoke with Turmoil, the jet has been slipping into the sim room to practice his melee. It was during these sessions that Misfire discovered that he did seem to have an aptitude for it. His quick reaction time, his agility, and his ability to think quickly on the wing all transferred better than he expected to the ground.
Misfire feels a little dirty admitting that, even to himself.
His opponent is no one specific, just a blocky, generic representation of a robot, typical carformer height, with an Autobot symbol on the chest. Both he and Misfire show evidence of an extended spar. Misfire feints a wide left toward the mechs's head and his opponent falls for it, ducking under and lunging in an attempt to knock Misfire off his feet. What the dummy gets instead is his nose smashed in as Misfire sidesteps slightly, slams his hands to the back of his opponent's neck, while at the same time bringing his knee up to slam into the dummy's face.
Misfire steps back, circling warily as the dummy stumbles a bit, then finally falls to the floor.
"How was that?"
Misfire could be asking Aimless. He could also be asking someone who's been watching all along, or someone who just walked in. It's a cutaway page in the middle of a larger story, so the reader may have to wait a few pages to find out.
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Fleetwind
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Post by Fleetwind on May 27, 2011 10:15:19 GMT -5
Fleetwind tilts his head and leans forward. "It looks fair enough to me, but I admit that I'm not much of an expert on such combat styles." He straightens and rubs the back of his neck, smiling sheepishly. "I try to avoid staying near my opponents for an extended length of time. One firm hit could be crippling," he admits. Then he tilts his head, expression thoughtful. "Though I could certainly see why you'd adopt something like this."
Anything has got to be a step off from relying on is aim, doesn't it?
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Misfire
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Post by Misfire on Jun 1, 2011 18:32:16 GMT -5
Misfire gingerly flexes one of his tucked in wings- or tries to, at least. There's a bad crimp right on the fold which is currently making full extension impossible. He winces as he says, "Man, I know it isn't real damage, but aside from it still feeling like real damage, I hate the idea of being grounded in any situation. I think the blasted thing goes after those areas on purpose now."
He waves a hand, "But that's silly. It isn't programmed for that even if I had set it up that way."
As he reaches around to try and manually straighten out the wing. As he does so, Misfire manages a sickly sort of smile at Fleetwind's observation. It's obvious the Targetmaster is pleased at the other jet's comments, but just as obvious that what Misfire is doing hurts like a mother. "Yeah, you've got thinner armor than a lot of the other fliers, don't you? Gah!" Misfire gasps as he finally gets the wing straightened out. Yeah, he could just stop the sim and restart it, but he's only halfway through the practice routine.
Misfire never did like to quit without finishing.
"You've got those daggers, though, and sometimes you have to close in the air," he says as he toes the scratch just in time to get pounced by a bladey hellcat representation. Misfire tumbles backwards and neatly sends the cat flying toward the opposite wall.
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Fleetwind
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Post by Fleetwind on Jun 6, 2011 16:36:39 GMT -5
Fleetwind nods as Misfire comments on how thin his armor is. "Factory defect," he admits. It's relatively unusual for Decepticons to admit weakness so readily, but the thickness (or lack there of) of his armor is, at this point, common knowledge, and knowing the cause of it doesn't really give someone any greater an edge than they already had.
"I have the daggers, yes," he admits, twisting out of the way a sharp-edged bird-thing of sorts. While he's not technically part of the simulation, he automatically ducks and dodges around perceived dangers, anyway. "If forced into close range, I don't want to be defenseless. They're intended to be used in hit and run attacks, however."
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Misfire
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Post by Misfire on Jun 8, 2011 20:47:25 GMT -5
The bird thing dives at Misfire, who sidesteps, then jumps up and grabs the bird by one bladed wing. It cuts deep and sends a trickle of fluids down his arm, but Misfire maintains his hold, yanking the bird down hard into the floor. There's a sharp cracking sound, and Misfire steps down on one wing and wrenches a thin wing blade off the Laserbeak wannabe.
Now he is armed. Come on hellcat, where are you?
Fleetwind might notice that even though he isn't part of the simulation, and won't be actively attacked, Misfire still seems to take stances that could be interpreted as protective of the pastel Seeker.
"Still something," he says as he scans the shadows for the cat, "Fleet, you're nearly the best at getting out of scraps I know. I'd never call you defective in any way. You're just different."
He chances a look over his shoulder, "Which is fine by me."
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Post by Fleetwind on Jun 8, 2011 21:53:30 GMT -5
Fleetwind smiles faintly. The smile widens a little and gains a cruel hint as he sees Misfire's protective stance, but that glint is fleeting.
The chuckle is brief and faintly self-depreciating. "I'd call me defective in some ways, but it doesn't bother me. I've developed strengths to compensate, like my ability to get out of a scrape."
He tilts his head and leans forward. "You'll want to adjust that grip. Move it up a bit, it'll give you a steadier hold."
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Misfire
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Post by Misfire on Jun 10, 2011 21:04:45 GMT -5
"Thanks," Misfire says, doing as Fleetwind suggests- just before the cat thing leaps toward him again. Misfire jerks left and stabs out and down with the improvised blade, slicing along the cat's side.
The cat screams, turns quickly and pounces Misfire, the both of them tumbling head over heals and grappling. The cat's claws dig deep along Misfire's torso.
It takes several seconds, too many seconds, before Misfire is able to get his arm pulled back enough to stab the feral, screaming thing through the optic.
The sim freezes.
Lethal damage detected. Restarting simulation.
A perfectly whole and undamaged Misfire slaps the floor in frustration. "Godsdamnit! The same slagging place...!"
This would be a good time for a montage cut to a different part of the sim and perhaps additional/different watchers.
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Post by Starscream (Movie) on Jun 10, 2011 21:53:14 GMT -5
Did someone ask for a montage cut?
Starscream didn't originally come to the sim room to assist with Misfire's training. He originally came here to secretly beat the snot out of a facsimile of Megatron. (Specifically, the Megatron from his universe, with G1 Megatron's voice. It makes him laugh.) However, finding Misfire here, he figures he may as well do what he can to get the aimless jetformer into fighting shape.
He circles slowly, far more slowly than he usually would. His circular saw is at the ready, held high to block.
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Misfire
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Post by Misfire on Jun 11, 2011 23:09:07 GMT -5
Misfire is perhaps being more cautious than is normal even for him in this spar. Starscream wanted to spar with him. All Misfire can think about is what he will do when Starscream starts trying to persuade Misfire to join his side of things. Truthfully, Misfire would probably support Starscream, for jet solidarity if nothing else. But still... it's Starscream.
And he's so big!
(Somewhere a fangirl takes that comment and runs with it out of context.)
Throwing caution to the wind, Misfire tries to snap a kick into Starscream's knee. This will fail horribly and make Starscream think even less of Misfire, the Targetmaster is sure.
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Post by Starscream (Movie) on Jun 15, 2011 20:03:20 GMT -5
Fangirls must be kept far away from Starscream at all costs, or they will ship him with Megatron. That would be weird on so many levels.
Starscream doesn't particularly want to spar with Misfire, any more than he wants to kill Scourge. He just wants to be in charge, and wants Misfire to be a better soldier. Sometimes you have to do unpleasant things to accomplish your goals. (Speaking of which, unless Misfire suddenly turns into Bludgeon overnight, he shouldn't be too worried about Screamer recruiting him.)
Misfire's kick connects with Starscream's knee, but the larger Decepticon doesn't seem terribly phased by it. He lashes out with a kick of his own, sending his talons toward Misfire's midsection.
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Misfire
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Post by Misfire on Jun 16, 2011 10:31:11 GMT -5
Starscream has the luxury of being able to allow Misfire's kick to connect. Misfire does not have the same. Starscream's talons still rake across Misfire's front, but the Targetmaster lets himself fall backwards, lessening the actual impact. As his back hits the floor,
Misfire swings his legs up, trying to catch Starscream's leg between them and twist hard. If he's lucky, he'll pull the larger jet off balance. If he's really unlucky, Misfire will pull Starscream down right on top of him.
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Post by Starscream (Movie) on Jun 16, 2011 20:48:14 GMT -5
Misfire is lucky today! (It had to happen eventually, right?) Starscream is pulled off-balance and topples backwards. He retains the presence of mind to make a broad swipe with his saw, however. It's unlikely that it will connect, seeing as Misfire is on the ground already, however.
At any rate, he has to retract the saw back into a hand in order to safely roll over and push himself to his feet.
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Misfire
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Post by Misfire on Jun 17, 2011 18:57:14 GMT -5
Misfire is momentarily taken aback by the fact that his tactic worked, much in the same way he was taken aback when he successfully shot Optimus Prime on Gillanan.
However, Misfire has at least learned that once he gets his opponent down, he needs to keep his opponent down. As Starscream rolls over to get up, Misfire tries to jump onto the larger jet's back and deliver a hard punch right to the base of Starscream's neck.
OOC: I am good with some timeskipping about if you like whenever.
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Post by Starscream (Movie) on Jun 18, 2011 13:42:21 GMT -5
Misfire has a lot of backpack kibble. Specifically, he carries a large portion of a jet around on his back. Starscream, on the other hand, just has a pair of jet engines on his back.
Even if he wasn't igniting those engines now, which he is, he'd still be reaching back over his shoulders to grab the Targetmaster and slam him to the floor in front of him.
Misfire's rabbit punch connects. He is probably about to be very uncomfortable, though.
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Misfire
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Post by Misfire on Jun 19, 2011 9:09:30 GMT -5
Misfire gets roasted, toasted, and tossed, and without even the courtesy of drinks and dinner before hand. The Targetmaster finds himself flat on his back a short way from Starscream and staring up at the ceiling.
"Ow."
Understatement. Of. The. Year.
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