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Driven
Apr 23, 2010 15:59:07 GMT -5
Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Apr 23, 2010 15:59:07 GMT -5
Bonecrusher snarls as the car - appropriately enough - swerves out of his path at the last second. He tries to turn and follow, swiping after the Autobot with clawed hands, but a bulk like him can't just turn out of a lunge on a dime. Especially not with a flat tire.
His toes dig into the pavement with a shower of sparks as he breaks to a halt, ready to charge right back at the Autobot just behind him. He's given a moment's pause as Swerve opens fire on the flying pest, but only snorts in derision before advancing. What does he care if slagging Autobots fight amongst themselves? He plans to kill them both just the same.
And then Breakaway just has to go a prove he can't be ignored while Bonecrusher deals with Swerve. Missiles! He barely has time to snag one of the highway's stray jersey barriers to use as an impromptu shield before the missiles impact. Not that it does a whole lot, the resulting explosion shattering the barrier to dust and sending Bonecrusher tumbling end over end. It still hurts, but at least it kept the direct impact off his plating.
He pushes to his feet.
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Driven
Apr 25, 2010 0:03:36 GMT -5
Post by Swerve on Apr 25, 2010 0:03:36 GMT -5
The radio call goes unheard; Swerve's radio is still off. Not that he'd care even if he knew. Friendly fire isn't friendly.
A point driven home by the missile impact. Bonecrusher fending off the attack also inadvertently saves Swerve major damage, but he's thrown by the explosion just the same, bits of concrete pelting him as he drops and rolls off his back, feet and free hand scouring the blacktop for purchase. He skids right through the retaining wall with a tank-wrenching crash and slams to a stop when he catches himself on the edge of the roadway. There is ground beneath him somewhere, out of sight and hidden by distance and a dearth of light. He doesn't want to find out how far he has to fall.
He hangs there all the same, torn between dragging himself back up and resuming his engagement with the big ugly bruiser or shooting at Breakaway until the blinker-brained idiot clues in and stays out of Swerve's fight.
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Wreckage
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One of the Quiet Ones
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Driven
Apr 25, 2010 0:04:48 GMT -5
Post by Wreckage on Apr 25, 2010 0:04:48 GMT -5
Wreckage makes no attempt to answer the Autobot racing toward him. If the little Indy car is of the opinion that Wreckage's prowess lies with the gun, let him live with his delusion a few seconds longer. Let him close the distance.
The girl, meanwhile, seems to be exactly the bait to reel him in, so Wreckage shifts his attention back to her as she flexes her hands ever so slightly. His expression could charitably be called a smile, but it lacks any trace of warmth save the burn of his optic filaments.
"You moved," is all he says before lunging – not to strike with a blade, but to pin her with his free hand. He promised she would die slowly, after all.
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Skid-Z
Minor
'Not obsessed; possessed! There is a difference, you know.'
Posts: 411
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Driven
Apr 25, 2010 11:19:09 GMT -5
Post by Skid-Z on Apr 25, 2010 11:19:09 GMT -5
That Wreckage perceives Skid-Z to be moving towards him, now that's a delusion! The racer is doing no such thing with all the efforts he's making under the blasts.
But then the Decepticon looks away, and stops the very thing that kept the Autobot off his back. In the gap/opportunity that forms before and during Wreckage lunging at Firebolt, Skid-Z can and does fire without restraint.
One might call it dangerous, firing so close to an ally, but Firebolt could've run and she didn't. Skid-Z is expecting the Decepticon to grab her and use as a shield, so once it turns in that direction, he's ready to stop shooting.
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Firebolt
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Brutal Gladiator, Scarab Lord Firebolt of the Shattered Sun
Moving Violation
Posts: 575
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Driven
Apr 25, 2010 20:43:31 GMT -5
Post by Firebolt on Apr 25, 2010 20:43:31 GMT -5
Firebolt's first reaction is to swear, but then she pulls out her boomerang, quick as can be, and holds it up to deflect his grab the best she can. She's definitely not as strong, but she aims to use his weight against him. She leans back, staggering a bit and widening her stance.
Her little engine rumbles as she pushes her arms up on each side of her boomerang, and leans back a bit. Hopefully throwing his balance off, and giving her a bit of a better chance.
/Skid-Z, I don't care about you hitting me in this case, don't hold back!/ she calls over shortrange to him.
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Driven
Apr 25, 2010 23:20:54 GMT -5
Post by Breakaway on Apr 25, 2010 23:20:54 GMT -5
Breakaway continues in a straight line, switching over to his 25mm cannon and peppering Bonecrusher with fire in passing, then strafing Wreckage and sending another flurry of rounds at the stryker, hopefully distracting him from Firebolt. "Suck on this, ugly!" His attack run takes him right past the battle, so he loops around to set up for another, this time coming from the opposite direction.
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Driven
Apr 26, 2010 11:47:00 GMT -5
Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Apr 26, 2010 11:47:00 GMT -5
Jets! Bonecrusher hates jets! He growls as gunfire pocks his armour while he rises to his feet. Breakaway is quickly gone but Bonecrusher can see him returning. Slagging jets, think they're so tough when they're way up there where no one can give them the punch in the face they deserve.
Scooping up a bit of debris, he howls, "Come down and face me, Autobot coward!" He begins to fill the sky in Breakaway's direction with thrown junk; cement blocks, twisted javelins of rebar, large chunks of cement... anything that he can reach. He doesn't care where he rain of debris lands. Actually, he hopes it lands on someone. Even better if it maims them. "I'll rip off your wings!"
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Driven
Apr 27, 2010 0:05:23 GMT -5
Post by Swerve on Apr 27, 2010 0:05:23 GMT -5
Bonecrusher's challenge prompts an enraged snarl and frenzied climbing from Swerve. He's less torqued at Breakaway's interference now than that Bonecrusher has chosen to ignore him in favour of the stupid cloud kisser. He drags himself back onto the roadway and wastes no time trying to regain the big bruiser's attention, taking aim squarely above the wheels in Bonecrusher's hips and firing. Decepticons don't get the courtesy of not being blasted in the back if Swerve has a clear shot.
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Wreckage
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One of the Quiet Ones
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Apr 27, 2010 0:06:09 GMT -5
Post by Wreckage on Apr 27, 2010 0:06:09 GMT -5
Wreckage finds this Autobot more and more intriguing. She presents him with gifts! He obliges her, shifting to close his hand on that boomerang and rip it from her grasp since she is so kind as to offer it up even as the other car's laser fire pelts his armour. It burns – turns searing with successive hits – but he is not a frontline combatant because he shies from pain. He hisses faintly, clenches his jaw, and makes no move to shield himself from it.
But the red Autobot's other defender adds his own firepower, shells taking advantage of the path paved by those laser burns and igniting violent shocks where they punch through gaps in Wreckage's armour. Whether or not he manages to seize the girl's weapon, Wreckage drops and twists into a crouch that puts the layers of folded plate on his back fully between the sky and his more vital parts.
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Driven
Apr 27, 2010 14:33:44 GMT -5
Post by SceneMod on Apr 27, 2010 14:33:44 GMT -5
The drone flits closer, circling around the engagement between Wreckage, Skid-Z, and Firebolt before darting back towards Bonecrusher and Swerve again, though it is careful to stay out of Breakaway's flight path.
OOC: Still skippable unless someone attempts to interact with it.
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Skid-Z
Minor
'Not obsessed; possessed! There is a difference, you know.'
Posts: 411
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Apr 28, 2010 17:09:46 GMT -5
Post by Skid-Z on Apr 28, 2010 17:09:46 GMT -5
Skid-Z momentarily hesitates when Firebolt tells him he shouldn't stop blasting... not matter if he hits her.
//....I.... slag, I'm about done with this planet!!//
Still, he slaps his left hand firmly underneath the gun-muzzle, levels it to shoulder height and fires consecutive blasts.
One of the debris chunks thrown to the air by Bonecrusher hits him square in the shoulder, throwing his next shot off target. Skid-Z staggers a bit as he recovers, rechecking threats.
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Firebolt
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Brutal Gladiator, Scarab Lord Firebolt of the Shattered Sun
Moving Violation
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Apr 28, 2010 22:36:30 GMT -5
Post by Firebolt on Apr 28, 2010 22:36:30 GMT -5
Firebolt's optics narrow a bit as she yanks back, and hops a bit backwards.
"Shouldn't take what ain't yours!" She spits out. She looks over at Skid-Z and then up at Breakaway for a second. Wreckage's hiss at the fire was easy to notice when up close.
"Ha, have a little fire, Scarecrow!" She says as she pulls out her own gun and fires at Wreckage, having a bit of a better shot from her close range. She only fires for a moment, however and strafes to the side, away from the rubble to range herself away from him. Her ponytails fan out a bit, giving a listen to the area around.
"The hell is that buzzing noise..." she mumbles and shakes her head before looking back at Wreckage. There's a loud thump to her left and she flinches, seeing rubble landing nearby. She eeps and then glances a look up to make sure nothing is going to land on her head. Nothing appears to be in that range so she looks back down at Wreckage.
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Driven
Apr 28, 2010 23:57:53 GMT -5
Post by Breakaway on Apr 28, 2010 23:57:53 GMT -5
Breakaway easily evades most of Bonecrusher's barrage, though he's got grit in his jet intakes now and an impact with a piece of cement has put spiderweb cracks all over his canopy. The jet broadcasts over the shortwave //I'll try and lead Bonecrusher away while you three deal with Wreckage.// Because Breakaway figures a ground-pounder with no gun versus a flier and three fast carbots versus Wreckage is better odds than the current situation.
Transforming in midair, the Autobot flyer shouts down at Bonecrusher, "Aw, did the baby forget to bring his ranged weapon today? Baby gonna cry? Time for your nap, maybe?" He laughs and jets away from Bonecrusher, swooping downward so he's just out of reach.
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Driven
Apr 29, 2010 15:21:20 GMT -5
Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Apr 29, 2010 15:21:20 GMT -5
Taunts tick Bonecrusher off, but not nearly as much as being shot in the back. Blasts sting the plating above his hip-wheels - what is with people and his wheels today? It's a good thing he can run on flat tires - and he stumbles forward, almost dropping the chunk of asphalt clasped in his hands. Swerve wants Bonecrusher's attention? He's got it.
Bonecrusher spares a glare for Breakaway, wishing he could just tear the jet out of the sky, before whipping around and bowling the mass of pavement toward Swerve. Then he cracks his fists and charges after it with a roar.
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Driven
Apr 30, 2010 7:02:52 GMT -5
Post by Swerve on Apr 30, 2010 7:02:52 GMT -5
With Bonecrusher once again focused on him, Swerve couldn't be much happier. He grins, optics bright, even as he dodges that lumbering mass of road surface. He'll pay Bonecrusher back for every last pebble that rolls past. He cuts loose with a roar of his own, mostly engine, and charges at the big guzzler, ready to veer aside and fire again the moment Bonecrusher takes a swing at him.
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