Blackarachnia (BW)
Rookie
She lay back on the ground and let the soft earth envelope her body.
Miss Predacon Blackarachnia, at your service.
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Post by Blackarachnia (BW) on May 9, 2008 1:10:30 GMT -5
Searing heat! Searing heat on an organic creature! "AAAUGGH! You'll pay for that, Autobot!" Blackarachnia hisses as she scurries away from Makeshift. The rotating barrels don't even come into play, she's well away from him.
"Terrorize!" She yells, transforming once more into robot mode before launching a missile at her opponent.
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Post by Makeshift on May 9, 2008 1:21:46 GMT -5
Makeshift hasn't had much interaction with organics. He was just hoping it'd push one of them away from the other. Of course, without her interference, it boosts him along the floor with a sharp screech and a trail of blue paint.
He rolls over onto his front, just in time to see the missile coming. With a yelp, he dives for the remaining hard drives just before getting hit in the tail. The explosion warps his fins beyond any hope of being able to fly at decent speed and throws him against the wall, but more importantly, it does his job for him. Much of the remaining computer systems are blown to bits.
"Thanks for the assist, lady, but now that the job's done, it's time I wasn't here!" He falls forward, folding down into weapon mode, and opens his rotors, whirling them to send a high-speed gust of wind in Blackarachnia's direction. If he can hold her off for a little longer, all the shots getting tossed around will finish his work here.
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Blackarachnia (BW)
Rookie
She lay back on the ground and let the soft earth envelope her body.
Miss Predacon Blackarachnia, at your service.
Posts: 226
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Post by Blackarachnia (BW) on May 9, 2008 17:23:43 GMT -5
Blackarachnia crouches down, using a low centre of gravity against the gust of wind. She raises her off-hand to her face to shield her as fragments from shattered hard drive and exploded computers are blown her way. It prevents her from reloading her weapon with a missile, but it can still fire laser blasts, so she does so. "Then allow me to 'remove' you myself!"
It's becoming more and more apparent that there's nothing here for her except for sweet sweet revenge against this annoying.. whatever this is. Which is still worth waiting around for.
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Post by Makeshift on May 9, 2008 18:05:38 GMT -5
"Bigger than you have--unf!--tried!" Makeshift grunts as laser fire sears his armor. He hurriedly transforms to robot mode, diving back behind the computer core's smoldering remains. The building's getting shaky; time he wasn't here.
"It's been fun, lady, but I'd rather not be here when the roof comes down." Firing off his jump boosters, Makeshift springs for the doorway, firing off a full barrage of six railgun shots from his fingers at Blackarachnia before setting himself to run like hell.
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Blackarachnia (BW)
Rookie
She lay back on the ground and let the soft earth envelope her body.
Miss Predacon Blackarachnia, at your service.
Posts: 226
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Post by Blackarachnia (BW) on May 9, 2008 18:52:45 GMT -5
"That's it, just be another person to underestimate me on my size!" Blackarachnia receives another clean shot, this time passing through her torso, and one of her spider legs is grazed from another railgun shot.
Blackarachnia lowers her arms, allowing her 8 machine-gun legs take over, shooting at the departing Makeshift. Blast it, there's no way she'll catch up with him now.
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Post by Makeshift on May 9, 2008 19:14:06 GMT -5
Size? She's taller than he is! In fact, pretty much everyone here is, as far as he knows.
Makeshift doesn't bother responding verbally, aside from grunting as machine gun shots score his armor. He quickly ducks around a corner, transforming and making a wobbly airborne retreat, ducking past falling roof tiles as the whole building shudders.
OOC: Out of thread.
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Blackarachnia (BW)
Rookie
She lay back on the ground and let the soft earth envelope her body.
Miss Predacon Blackarachnia, at your service.
Posts: 226
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Post by Blackarachnia (BW) on May 9, 2008 19:42:26 GMT -5
Blast it all, there's nothing here left for Blackarachnia Except for a premature burial underneath the walls and ceilings of a glorified parking garage.
"Beast Mode."
As quick as she can, the black widow seeks another exit.
OOC: Out of thread.
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