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Post by Ravage (ROTF) on Nov 15, 2009 16:18:55 GMT -5
Ravage huffs. He rise back onto all fours and paces the width of the hall and back, keeping that single optic trained on Wreckage as he does so.
//But you are here. You choose to interfere.//
His tails flicks against the wall as he paces, gouging deep. He growls, a low deep rumble.
//And you have my prey.//
Ravage leaps at Wreckage with all the force he can muster, intent on slamming the larger mech off balance and possibly freeing Barricade.
Ravage wants to get back to the hunt.
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Post by Barricade on Nov 22, 2009 20:54:48 GMT -5
Barricade isn't anyone's "prey". Fortunately, Ravage takes care of that neatly for him by pouncing Wreckage.
Barricade isn't entirely certain just what happens to Wreckage, just that the larger mech's hand loosens just enough around Barricade's ankle that the infiltrator is able to kick himself free. He is transforming even as he falls, with a whoop of, "YEEE HAW!"
Tires slam into the corridor floor, already spinning and kicking up smoke and tiny flakes of rubber that spray back toward the pristine white mech and his little kitty. Barricade doesn't care; he's loose, and he's got short, but open, corridors before his bright headlights.
"Suck fumes, slaggers!" he crows as he peels out and races away into the darkness.
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Post by Wreckage on Nov 25, 2009 6:23:42 GMT -5
This irrationality – this pointless waste of time and energy – in his fellow Decepticons is what Wreckage most detests in them. He watches Ravage pace with a look of disdain, optics narrowed, mouth twisted ever so slightly, and before the quadruped lunges, Barricade may feel Wreckage flex his grip, fingers clenching as if Wreckage would like little more than to beat some sense into them both.
Then Ravage flies at him and Wreckage, fully intending to swat his attacker with his captive, loses his hold on Barricade instead. He does not curse or snarl in frustration as the Saleen tears away, throwing back a shower of tire debris; he pivots with Ravage's impact, feeling claws cut at his plating as he moves to grab Ravage by a leg or two. Not to slam him to the deck – to spin and hurl him after Barricade. If they want to be children, let them enjoy their well-matched idiocy together and far from Wreckage lest he be tempted to join them.
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Post by Ravage (ROTF) on Nov 25, 2009 20:06:01 GMT -5
Ravage growls savagely when Wreckage grabs his left hind leg, and the cat twists and tries to rake his front claws over Wreckage's face before he is slung after Barricade.
He lands on all fours and bounds after his prey, using his speed reserves much as a cheetah on the hunt. Unless Barricade wants to exceed safe speeds for these twisty corridors, Ravage will quite likely catch up.
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Post by Barricade on Nov 27, 2009 17:02:04 GMT -5
Exceed safe speeds? Barricade? Now that would be reckless and dangerous.
Of course he's going to exceed safe speeds.
Not as much as he could, though, trying to keep Ravage just barely out of pouncing range as he barrels for the next corner in their restricted little game space. He shifts as he approaches, telegraphing his preparation to drift through the tight direction change--
Only to transform at the last second and launch himself feet first at the wall ahead of him. If he times it right, he's hoping to hit that wall and springboard backwards over (or under, whichever seems most likely to succeed once he actually hits) Ravage so that he can double back toward Wreckage again.
Barricade so does love bowling, after all.
And if his timing doesn't work out? Well, Ravage is getting a face full of very high speed Barricade launching back at him. Fun times, either way!
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Post by Wreckage on Nov 28, 2009 11:45:29 GMT -5
Though Wreckage wears heavy armour across much of his frame, narrow facial spars and thin plates are little match for Decepticon claws; he tilts his head to avoid the swipe and feels claws glance from the rim of his helmet, but one dagger-sharp weapon rips a gash across his cheek and nasal ridge, breaking the lower optical shutter and cracking the lens. The blow hurts. Wreckage clenches his jaw and forces himself to let go the hellcat rather than rip off his limb in return.
And off go the both of them. Wreckage makes a quiet, disgusted sound at their antics and turns, lumbering in the opposite direction. He would like to avoid unnecessarily damaging the ship, but he will force his way out of this playground if he must. Hook can browbeat him until the heat-death of the universe after that for all Wreckage cares.
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Post by Ravage (ROTF) on Dec 10, 2009 22:59:14 GMT -5
Ravage skids as Barricade comes flying toward him, claws digging hard into the floor and peeling up curls of metal. The cat leaps straight up as Barricade passes overhead, jaw snapping shut (hopefully on a piece of manic bad cop.)
If he's lucky enough to get a taste o' 'Cade, Ravage will hold on like a badger, even if that means getting yanked along. If he misses, Ravage will turn on a dime and sprint after the Saleen.
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