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Post by Ravage (ROTF) on Aug 18, 2010 20:19:11 GMT -5
As Ravage come up to Barricade's hidey-hole, he pauses.
Too much scent.
Deliberate.
Mrrrrrrrr.
The cat sidles up along a broken line of rubble, his body blending into the shadows. As he moves, his olfactory sensors work overtime to try and separate the oldest scent from the youngest, even though they are mere seconds apart. His optic scans the area, looking for anything which might give away Barricade's direction.
He pounces.
But does he land on the Saleen, or on shadows?
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Post by Barricade on Nov 13, 2010 6:51:02 GMT -5
Barricade isn't quite quick enough, and snarls as several hundred pounds of razor cat lands upon him with all claws out, ready to red. Barricade has his own claws out, though, and isn't going down without a fight!
He hisses as he feels Ravage's talons bits into his side, ripping out gouges of metal and coolant lines, even as he sinks both hands deep into the big cat's neck and chest, silver claws slashing, worming their way in to find purchase on something vital. He kicks out, trying to keep ravage from sinking his back feet into his vulnerable abdomen - if the big cat can manage that, it will be all over.
All over, but the bleeding out, that is.
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Post by Ravage (ROTF) on Nov 14, 2010 21:10:30 GMT -5
Ravage gives a panther-esque scream as Barricade's claws dig in, the sound echoing through the simulated broken city. He curls his back legs in, slashing at Barricade's own legs. At the same time, Ravage bites down in an attempt to crush that delicate join of neck and shoulder with his powerful, pointy jaws.
//How do you like my dancing now? Mrrrrrr//
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Post by Barricade on Nov 24, 2010 19:48:22 GMT -5
"Delicate and dainty," Barricade grunts, hiking his shoulders up and trying to headbutt Ravage's muzzle away from the vulnerable fuel lines near his throat. "Like a little pan--pansy..."
One leg goes numb, sparks showering the ground as Ravage managed to dig his claws into his midsection and severs one main motor relay cable. His left leg flops useless, and rage flares up hot and heavy; Barricade shoves his clawed fist as deep into Ravage's side as he can reach, taking a page from the great cat to lean in and snap at whatever's nearest with his own mouth, trying to seize tender cables and fuel conduits between his teeth to savage them.
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Post by Ravage (ROTF) on Nov 24, 2010 23:36:13 GMT -5
Ravage's head snaps back, then he screams again as Barricade's hand digs into the open-faced armourwork in the cat's side. Ravage pushes off Barricade, springing back. Bits of Ravage's insides remain clutched in the Saleen's hand.
The hellcat coughs, fluid leaking from his side and his mouth. He circles around the wounded Barricade, growling.
He darts back in, intent on hamstringing Barricade's good leg.
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Post by Barricade on Nov 24, 2010 23:45:03 GMT -5
Barricade stifles a bit of a howl, himself, as Ravage springs away, those vicious back claws shredding armor in the process. But he has a consolation prize, and holds up that fist full of components with a triumphant snarl of his own, his free hand coming up to wipe fluids and fuel off of the thin slashes torn into his neck and shoulder.
His victory is short lived, though, because before he can even think about pushing himself to an upright a position as he can, Ravage is back, and has Barricade's functional leg in his jaws, savaging it ruthlessly. With a roar of rage, Barricade flings his handful of components and slick fluids at the cat's one optic as he tries to shove himself toward Ravage's shoulders, intent on finding that hole he tore into the cat's side again and ripping out as much more as he can reach.
It's hard to do, though, when an enraged monster is playing rag-doll with his only functional lower appen--
Formerly functional, as that leg, too, now goes limp with a flare of spark and a squeal of feedback slamming through Barricade's damage control systems with a slash of agony.
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Post by Ravage (ROTF) on Nov 25, 2010 20:54:43 GMT -5
Ravage twists so that Barricade's sharp fingers miss the existing hole; instead, Barricade's claws rake down the cats ribs and sending out sparks. The angry cat growls around the leg he is savaging, shakes his head hard- then purrs in cruel contentment as Barricade falls.
He releases the leg and steps back, again pacing around the fallen Saleen. His pacing is not so graceful as it should be. The cat is limping and moving slower than normal.
//Slow or quick?// he purrs.
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Post by Swindle on Nov 26, 2010 13:57:27 GMT -5
Unless Barricade pulls off a last-minute upset, it looks like Ravage is going to win this fight. Swindle, sitting in the lounge and sipping an energon cube as he watches a projection of the bout, is not terribly surprised. He might lose some money on this, but he's building a rapport with his customers. Well, all of his customers except Barricade, anyway.
OOC: Still skippable.
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Post by Barricade on Nov 28, 2010 14:33:43 GMT -5
No legs doesn't mean utterly helpless, Ravage. Barricade snarls, claws lashing out ineffectively as Ravage springs away and begins stalking around him. Just come on back in, kitty kitty. Barricade already knows that he's going down. If he'd known this fight had been coming today, he'd have pre-programmed the sim room with some special surprises for the great cat. Without that pre-planning, and on a straight claw-to-claw fight, Barricade knows that he's the weaker opponent in this style of brawl.
But he's not going down docilely, nor alone. Not if he can help it.
"Bring it, pussy," he snarls, flipping Ravage off as he refuses to answer that question. His other clawed fist props him up, his body shielding the long sliver of dark steel he's clutching as he gnashes his teeth at the smug feline.
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Post by Ravage (ROTF) on Nov 29, 2010 0:24:49 GMT -5
Ravage knows Barricade isn't helpless. If Barricade were helpless, the cat wouldn't be having so much fun.
The issue at hand is that Ravage is very much instinctively the cat that he seems. That part of him senses weakness, wants to rush in for the kill, wants to feel metal crush beneath his jaws and fluids flowing down his throat.
But Barricade is not helpless, is in fact still very dangerous. And Ravage owes the Saleen so much more back after that debacle at the club.
His spiked tail whips forward in an attempt to spear through Barricade's wrist.
An observer might wonder why Ravage doesn't just shoot Barricade.
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Post by Barricade on Nov 29, 2010 13:40:21 GMT -5
Shooting would be too quick, too simple. Ravage isn't in this to hurt Barricade. He's in this to make Barricade suffer. There's a fundamental difference that even most Decepticons wouldn't quite catch.
But Barricade likes flirting with danger, enjoys the thrill of willfully repudiating the safe path. Even now, hamstrung, broken, bleeding out his vital fluids, systems firing signals of pain that race through his cortex, he is enjoying himself. And he isn't giving up.
The tail flashes in, knife edges leading the way, as Barricade stabs upward with the shard of razor steel, seeking to sever the barbed tip even as he slashes out with his other hand, aiming for Ravage's optic, snarling with rage.
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Post by Ravage (ROTF) on Dec 1, 2010 0:16:40 GMT -5
Barricade's blade strikes true, tearing up through Ravage's segmented tail and catching in the joint. The cat screams and jerks his tail back; with luck, the blade is still stuck in his tail. It hurts, yes, but not nearly so much as it will if Barricade retains hold of the blade.
As the tail sweeps back, Ravage jumps forward to pounce on the fallen Saleen. He turns his head, those razor-claws of Barricade's ripping long gashes down Ravage's face, but narrowly missing his optic. A chunk of the cat's jaw flies off too lie amongst a pile of rubble.
Ravage tries to twist so that he can bring his back legs up and dig into Barricade's chest. Forget disemboweling. Ravage is going for the spark.
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Post by Barricade on Dec 4, 2010 23:56:02 GMT -5
Barricade is prepared for the whiplash motion of that striking tail; he manages to keep hold of the knife, ripping it down until it catches in the barb, which tears free as Ravage tries to jerk his tail out of the way. Barricade has no time to gloat over his prize, though, as Ravage slices his head to one side, trying to evade his slashing claws, and managing to shear those vicious cheek blades across the joints of three fingers, severing their motor cables.
Barricade howls, shaking the bark of Ravage's tail free from his blade, freeing it up as he slams it upward in a wide arc, using every bit of leverage and reach he can eke out.
Barricade is going for the spark, now, too.
Ravage's fury and claws are quicker, though, and the tip of his blade is still inches away when those raking rear claws tear free the cover of his spark containment, and lash within...
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Post by Ravage (ROTF) on Dec 5, 2010 23:24:00 GMT -5
The thing slashing and ripping at Barricade isn't really Ravage anymore. The hellcat lives true to that moniker, a breadth away from being lost to true berserker fury. Barricade's blade strikes hard and strikes deep, but the cat doesn't stop. He shudders and growls around the metal in his jaws, but he doesn't stop.
His claws slash into Barricade's exposed spark, and the cat is knocked backwards off the Saleen...
The simulation ends. Ravage lies unhurt, panting, a short distance away from Barricade. He pushes himself to his feet and watches the other infiltrator warily.
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Post by Barricade on Dec 13, 2010 12:59:51 GMT -5
Ow. Even if it was just a simulation, that doesn't stop phantom pain from trickling through his neural networks for a short time as Barricade lies there on the floor and tries to gather his thoughts.
"Pyrrhic victory, cat," he finally grumbles, rolling himself stiffly back upright. "Wouldda taken you down, too." It had felt good, though, cutting loose with that savage fury. Been a long time since he's been allowed that.
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