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Post by Long Haul on Jun 10, 2010 21:35:30 GMT -5
"Gnnh!" Long Haul grunts as he's caught up by Bonecrusher. Even his tough armor begins to buckle under the crushing grip. And then Long Haul remembers that he can transform.
So he does.
This rather suddenly makes him both much smaller, much lighter, and much differently shaped. However, he's not nearly graceful enough to actually take full advantage of these changes, so if Bonecrusher is alert enough, he can grab the smaller Autobot back up.
Despite this, Long Haul has words for Swerve.
"Hey, Swerve, you want me to hold 'im down so you can hit 'im?"
Because Long Haul totally would. That's just what kind of pal he is. Of course, while he and Bonecrusher may be roughly the same strength, Long Haul is kind of forgetting about the whole superior reach, superior armor, and superior combat experience bits.
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Post by Swerve on Jun 12, 2010 23:26:58 GMT -5
Long Haul, no longer forgotten, probably can't see the giddy, ravenous smile on Swerve's face when he makes that offer. The racer can't find the coordination to take advantage of it, though; he tries to step away from the pillar and the ground tilts crazily beneath his feet, sending sharp pains up his damaged leg and nearly taking the other leg out from under him as his knee loses tension.
"Sounds – s'good to me," he calls back hoarsely, the words heavily slurred. He can't get there, though – and it only aggravates him more. Shaking with the effort of simply staying online, he clutches one hand to his head and sinks to the ground. He stays there.
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Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Jun 13, 2010 12:07:06 GMT -5
Bonecrusher is caught off-guard as the Autobot in his arms begins to shift and shrink out of his deadly embrace. He's used to the transforming, but the mass shifting is something he has yet to get used to. He scrabbles to try and grab Long Haul up again, but it's not easy to focus when it feels like someone's attached his head to a centrifuge.
"Fragging- stay still!" It's hard to say if he's talking to Long Haul or his swimming vision. "I'll kill you both!"
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Post by Long Haul on Jun 13, 2010 16:59:52 GMT -5
Long Haul clatters to the ground! However, he hasn't done nearly as much falling as everyone else, so he's still good to go. He scrambles towards Bonecrusher, not even pushing himself to a standing position, and makes a grab for the Decepticon's nearest leg.
"If yer gonna kill us, it'd be pretty stupid for us to hold still, wouldn't it?" he asks. A brief glance back at Swerve, however, shows him that he has other concerns.
"Erm... 'ey, Swerve, you're not lookin' so hot!"
How wrong Long Haul has it...
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Post by Swerve on Jun 14, 2010 12:28:17 GMT -5
Swerve, feeling out the smashed part of his head just behind his aural ridge where he struck a pillar, waves off Long Haul with his other hand and a fierce scowl. The motion sends him teetering and he catches himself with that hand before he falls over.
"Don't – don't worry," he mumbles, optics flickering from too bright to too dark and back again. Long Haul probably can't hear him. "S'fine." After a second or two, he tries to get back up; his injured leg won't cooperate, warped hip too stiff. Shutdown warnings start flashing as he drags himself onto his feet; he force-quits the safety measures. No way in the Pit is he letting himself go offline in the middle of a fight.
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Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Jun 15, 2010 10:54:25 GMT -5
A hand clamps down on Bonecrusher's leg, a turn of events he's surprisingly pleased about. Vertigo might be keeping him from tracking Long Haul visually, but he can still tell where his feet are in relation to the rest of his body. With a growl, he makes good use of his long reach to snatch at the annoying Constructibot grabbing his leg.
Next time he manages to get a hold of something, he is so tearing it off.
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Post by Long Haul on Jun 15, 2010 21:56:42 GMT -5
"Yeah, y'know... we might have to rain check that whole holdin' someone down for a poundin' Swerve," Long Haul allows, tone disappointed. He really wanted to do that for Swerve, too!
As he speaks, he digs his free hand into the ground for purchase and starts to pull with as much of his strength as he can leverage at Bonecrusher's leg. His optic band narrows with the effort as fingers dig deeper in both ground and enemy, and he grunts once with the effort.
That grunt turns to a cry of pain as Bonecrusher grabs Long Haul's own leg and pulls, forcing Long Haul to dig in harder. The Decepticon may be surprised to find that the smaller robot's strength is equal to his own.
The strength of Long Haul's joints? Not so much.
OOC: Bonecrusher pulling on Long Haul's leg posed with permission.
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Post by Swerve on Jun 15, 2010 22:29:49 GMT -5
Swerve really wanted to smash Bonecrusher's head into tiny pieces in the dirt while Long Haul kept the slagger pinned! But the blurriness he can't seem to power-cycle from his vision isn't focus malfunction; it's steam collecting on the insides of his optic lenses, seeping in from cooling lines that have nothing but vapour to circulate. He may have stopped the emergency shutdown sequences, but that doesn't stop his overheated systems from failing. Motor control goes with a painful crackling sensation in his processors and he hits the ground one more time.
Still cursing, he manages to get his head turned, watching the fight he can't reach. Ventilation tries to kick in; all it moves is hot air, bent pins and damaged circuitry leaving the fans operating at a fraction of their normal capacity. Weakly, clumsily, he punches the ground – it's all he can reach – when he recognises Long Haul's cry and the sound of straining machinery.
When he gets up again, he's going to murder Bonecrusher as many times as it takes to feel better.
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Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Jun 18, 2010 14:00:23 GMT -5
Bonecrusher can feel his hip joint giving way as Long Haul yanks on it, the snap of wires and cables, the twist and tear of metal plating, and he roars loud enough to try a drown out the sound of his own leg ripping free of its moorings.
He receives some consolation, however, as he feels the foreign metal in his own grasp start to rip free with a squeal of tortured metal. He channels his pain and rage into tearing that captive limb loose, and when it's free he's going to use it to beat the slagging Autobot to death with.
Then, just for the record, if his own leg comes off like it feels like it's about to, he's going to use that to finish off the little red race car that got him into this mess in the first place.
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Post by Long Haul on Jun 18, 2010 16:09:29 GMT -5
Long Haul's leg does, indeed, give way, ripping free of the Constructibot's body even as Bonecrusher's own leg is ripped free. Long Haul screams, both from the effort he's exerting and from the pain of having his leg pulled off, but in the end, he's gripping the Decepticon's limb tightly, and it's entirely possible that the fact that he was already on the ground may be an advantage here.
For a short moment, he does nothing but lay on the ground, still gripping Bonecrusher's leg in his right hand as he tries to recover. Then, finally, he gets the strength to pull it back to swing it at the Decepticon's other leg, trying to knock his support out from under him, apparently unconcerned with the fact that this may bring Bonecrusher down on top of the Constructibot.
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Post by Swerve on Jun 21, 2010 18:34:43 GMT -5
While the details are lost among status displays and fog, Swerve can just make out the shapes of the other two in the darkness. Long Haul's bright green registers palely through the clouds of text telling Swerve his motor systems are on the verge of shutting down and ventilation isn't responding. So Swerve barely sees Long Haul lose a limb and the rage at being thwarted by his own substandard systems, being unable to do anything, sets off a sharp pop behind his optics.
The racer goes utterly still, grimacing.
OOC: Skippable, I guess, until Long Haul and Bonecrusher are done beating the snot out of each other or something interacts with him.
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Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Jun 24, 2010 9:46:51 GMT -5
There's a detached leg in Bonecrusher's hand and a throbbing ache where one of his own legs used to be and he's growling in both pain and satisfaction. He focuses his attention on the 'Bot beneath him, the swirling in his head gradually fading. He raises the leg in his hand, preparing to bring it slamming down on Long Haul's face.
Suddenly he's no longer upright, but tumbling down and over as his attached leg gets knocked out of place by his own detached leg. He curses colorfully and loudly, and snatches at Long Haul with his free hand. He refuses to let the Constructibot get out of his reach! He also stubbornly refuses to give up his hold on Long Haul's detached leg.
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Post by Long Haul on Jun 24, 2010 11:48:34 GMT -5
Long Haul is grabbed (again) by the falling Bonecrusher. He's not the most agile of mechanoids in the first place, and missing a leg doesn't improve matters. This sends the both of them toppling... rather closer to Swerve, actually.
Unlike Bonecrusher, Long Haul does lose hold of the detached leg, which hits the ground only a few feet from the racer. Even as they're tumbling in... what can best be described as a confused mess, Long Haul reaches for Bonecrusher's hand and grabs hold of the fingers on each side, attempting to forcefully pull Bonecrusher's hand open and apart.
Hopefully he can manage this before the whole group slams into Swerve.
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Post by Swerve on Jun 27, 2010 9:21:05 GMT -5
Not quite mobile but definitely not insensate, Swerve stirs weakly when that limb crashes nearby. Just lifting his head is a trial, battling against limp and locked body parts alike for the coordination, and his optics are a dim bronze, only just lit enough to prove their function. He can just barely see the mass of metal tumbling his way.
"Perfect," he growls, attempting – unsteadily and with only marginal success – to lever himself into a roll clear of the other brawlers. "Bring th' slagger over here – ngh – so I c'n tear out his drive shaft and – hff – kill 'im with it!" Rolling on his already damaged hood, which digs at his incinerator of an engine where the metal has been smashed inward, nearly stops him dead. Tucking up one knee keeps him from slamming his ventral plate into the ground, which may be the only reason he doesn't promptly pass out.
He may not get clear at this rate, but it won't stop him from trying.
…Not quitting's how I got into this mess in the first place. He looks up, anticipation evaporated like the last of his coolant.
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Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Jun 29, 2010 21:22:07 GMT -5
Bonecrusher fights against Long Haul's attempt to break his grasp, metal squealing and joints sparking as he struggles to keep hold of the 'Bot. He digs is his toes when he feels them contact the ground, trying to slow their dizzying tumble.
"Kill you-! Slaggin-! Hrrgh!" He trails off into incoherent snarling.
Raising the Long Haul's detached leg, he tries to bludgeon him with it.
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