Post by Sable Conolly on Jul 12, 2009 11:08:15 GMT -5
"Or can you learn at all?" Scourge needles. "You're really not convincing me that you're anything more than a rude dog."
Despite Scourge's words, he does notice that Bonecrusher is trying to better his tactical situation by rolling over. Scourge is just a little too unfamiliar with Bonecrusher to get the full implications, however.
Thus, that minesweeping arm manages to sink its prongs into Scourge's knee, and Scourge bellows in pain as the already twisted and strain leg suffers more abuse. Pushing up with the arm he had on the ground, Scourge swings both arms forward and tries to grab the minesweeping arm, one hand on either side of the nearest joint. If he can grab it, his grip will turn crushing and try to tear the minesweeping arm clean in two.
Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Jul 12, 2009 13:27:25 GMT -5
"Shut the slag up!" Bonecrusher growls back. He's not really helping his case much.
A feeling of triumph momentarily surfaces amongst his sea of hate and rage as his fork digs into its target, but the sensation is quickly swept away in a wave of pain. Metal shrieks and pops under Scourge's hands as he finishes what Barricade set out to do, wires snapping and sparking as the arm gradually tears in two. The pain lacing down it makes it feel like his entire back is on fire.
That's the problem with having a long and rather thin medium-range weapon. If you don't yank it back fast enough it makes a pretty good target.
Howling in pain, Bonecrusher uses all the force he can muster to thrust himself sideways into Scourge in a crude body check.
Post by Sable Conolly on Jul 12, 2009 15:44:57 GMT -5
Scourge insists, "Make me! Not that I think you can."
If Scourge chattering on is making Bonecrusher upset, Scourge is going to keep on doing it. An upset opponent might have access to berserker fury, but upset opponents generally do not think as rationally as they could and sometimes get sloppy.
Scourge reaches for the trident-like object stuck in his knee, wanting to yank it out and perhaps return it to its own in a painful fashion, but as he reaches for the fork, Bonecrusher slams down on top of him, putting a Scourge-shaped dent in the ground and nothing-in-particular-shaped dents in Scourge. He groans, echoing the groan of the strained metal of his body.
Trying to look Bonecrusher in those maddened optics, Scourge observes, "You know, this is really not a good position for you. Barrage attack!"
A burst of rockets launch from the tubes in Scourge's shoulders, and he concludes, "Try grovelling on your knees instead."
Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Jul 12, 2009 20:17:40 GMT -5
Missiles are hard to dodge at the best of times. Add in injuries and having them fired at you almost point-blank and 'hard' rises to pretty much 'impossible'. Explosions pepper Bonecrusher's armour as the rockets collide, the force of them combining with his recoiling in pain to send him sprawling at least mostly off Scourge.
The Buffalo lies in a shuddering heap on the ground, small fires briefly licking his impact wounds before flickering out. His injured arm has finally given out, hanging limp and numb. Useless. It's not the only thing hanging either. Loosened by Wreckage's punch, one of his optics has popped free of its socket, dangling only by a few wires. No time to try and shove it back it, Bonecrusher simply offlines it to prevent it from screwing with his vision.
He may have smoking holes in his armour. He may have a smashed-in face and a single working optic. He may only have two functional limbs out of a total of five. But he is not out yet.
Glaring hatefully at Scourge with his remaining optic, he begins to slowly and awkwardly force himself onto one knee. Not to grovel, but with the intention of launching whatever attack he remains able to.
Post by Sable Conolly on Jul 12, 2009 20:54:10 GMT -5
Scourge could have bucked and thrown Bonecrusher, but shoulder rockets always send such a delightful message. He tries to get to his feet, putting most of his weight on his good leg. Scourge bends, trying again to yank the fork out of his knee.
He ends up simply tearing the fork out, leaving an ugly wound in his knee. Scourge considers the fork and then continues, "Here, have this back."
Pushing with his good foot, Scourge lunges forward, to try to impale Bonecrusher with his own weapon.
Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Jul 12, 2009 21:36:31 GMT -5
Only having two functional limbs and one functional optic makes dodging anything difficult, and while Bonecrusher tries to avoid being skewered, he mainly manages to just slump to one side. The prongs of his own fork slip between panels of armour, lodging themselves deep within his machinery and making him roar. The numbness in his torso spreads after a burst of pain, but he gives hardly a thought to the possible damage that has been done to his innards. He's still functional for the moment and that's all that matters.
His working hand jerks out reflexively to grab for the wrist being used to impale him. Once he has a hold of it he can try to punch Scourge- except he only has one hand to work with. Bonecrusher freezes up for a moment, his rage-and-physical-trauma addled processors striving to come up with something he can do with what he has.
Post by Sable Conolly on Jul 13, 2009 8:17:23 GMT -5
"Now that I've returned the favour, how does that feel?" Scourge inquires, of the fork stabbed into Bonecrusher. He does keep in mind that Bonecrusher could rip it out and try to stab him with it again.
As Bonecrusher's hand closes over Scourge's own, he realises that he will have to work fast before Bonecrusher tries to crush his wrist, topple him over via the bad knee, both, or worse. Scourge sinks his weight heavily, trying to gain some stability, and his bad knee protests at him, sparking, as it must bear some of the weight, even with his good leg doing most of the work.
Then, Scourge tucks his thumb against his palm, grabs his own forearm with his free hand, and tries to tear his hand away from Bonecrusher's grasp on a diagonal, against Bonecrusher's thumb or whatever Bonecrusher has that passes as a thumb, the weak spot on any hand, rather than against the strength of the fingers and palm. As Scourge tries to yank his hand back, he sinks even lower, into a sort of air-crouch.
Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Jul 13, 2009 10:49:35 GMT -5
Bonecrusher is too busy having a mild processor-lockup to bother with anything beyond a threatening growl in response to Scourge. He's shaken out of his reverie, though, as Scourge rips his hand free of the Buffalo's grasp. He tries fruitlessly to maintain a grip on that wrist, only managing to be pulled off - his admittedly precarious - balance, toppling forward and sideways to land on his not-functional shoulder.
Well, that does serve to free up his working arm. Clenching his hand into a fist, Bonecrusher jabs out with his considerable reach to try and sock Scourge a good one in the abdomen.
Post by Sable Conolly on Jul 13, 2009 12:43:32 GMT -5
"Are you just too stupid to give up or do you fancy yourself brave?"
Scourge can keep this up all day!
He's obnoxious that way.
Scourge gets socked in the abdomen, and despite sinking his weight, that bad knee means he goes tumbling skidplate over head backwards. Scourge scrambles up to his feet, pushing up with his hands to compensate for the bad leg, and he attempts to take a leap over Bonecrusher to get behind him.
Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Jul 13, 2009 15:54:13 GMT -5
"Just die!" Honestly, Bonecrusher would be perfectly content if Scourge would just drop dead right now. He might rough up the body a little... but that's wishful thinking.
As Scourge leaps over his fallen form, the Buffalo takes an awkward swipe at him then jams his hand into the ground, trying to force himself back up to balance on his good knee. From there he can attempt to shift around to face his opponent once more, but he's not exactly moving with great speed at the moment.
Post by Sable Conolly on Jul 13, 2009 16:25:01 GMT -5
Scourge's flight-path, such as it is (he never had anti-gravs installed), is marred by Bonecrusher's blow, and Scourge is knocked off to the side. He tucks his limbs in and then flings them out, letting them hit the ground first, rolling to dissipate the energy of the fall.
His hands go down to push himself up.
Scourge sweeps his good leg in and rises to a crouch.
"-I tell you-"
He stands tall now, a dark shadow of a Prime.
"-about what would die today?"
Scourge glares down at Bonecrusher and cries out, "Sword of Fury!" Judge, jury, and executioner in one, Scourge whips the lurid red blade through the air, right at the back of Bonecrusher's head -
- and then he pulls the blow, just ever so slightly.
Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Jul 13, 2009 17:46:20 GMT -5
Bonecrusher feels the bite of a blade into the back of his head and rapidly goes. Very. Still. He waits for Scourge's sword to continue moving, cleaving his head clean through and leaving him to fall offline for good. But the killing stroke doesn't come, leaving the blade lodged in his plating just short of anything important.
For a brief moment the rage urges him on, to keep on fighting, to continue turning and attack once more, even if it means bringing about his own death. But even he isn't that far gone. He knows he that he has lost and that he doesn't want to die. Of course Scourge might still kill him, but there's no point in him forcing the issue. For now he is simply at Scourge's mercy, and how he hates that.
He bristles, the fingers of his good hand digging into the soil, but even as he tenses he feels the sting of the sword in his head. Finally he lets his anger drop, pushing it down to fester darkly in his spark. Drooping slightly, Bonecrusher says nothing, but his is an air of grudging defeat.
Post by Sable Conolly on Jul 13, 2009 19:51:01 GMT -5
Scourge keeps the pressure on the blade, pointedly reminding Bonecrusher that Scourge can cleave his head open any time he feels like it. He purrs, "Ah, that wasn't so hard. I didn't even redline any of my dials."
He pulls out the set of bonds that he taken to carrying around and throws them to the ground. Scourge barks out an order, "Barricade, Frenzy, Wreckage - truss up this titanium turkey and prep him for transport."
Wreckage has to admire the way Scourge works. The tanker is brutal yet efficient. At the same time, however, he tries not to wonder just why Scourge keeps restraints.
"Sir," he acknowledges the order, striding forward and scooping up the coils of chain. They feel strangely light and clatter oddly; he wonders if they will hold adequately Bonecrusher. He supposes Scourge selected them for a reason, so he simply crouches to do as ordered, giving Bonecrusher a brief, disgusted glance.
"With pleasure," Barricade growls, expression twisted into a wicked sort of cheerful grin. Good to see the blockhead finally get a little comeuppance there.
Also good to see Scourge in action. Barricade files it all away, making a mental note to stay on the big mech's better side if possible. The Saleen does, however, marvel at the fact that Bonecrusher actually submitted rather than being beated to true unconsciousness. He is cautious, then, as he snags a few loops of chain and assists Wreckage, and if those chains are a bit tight on "bonny 'Crusher's" arms (what's left of them), well, then, perhaps he should learn to play a little nicer before trying to play pinata with the infiltrator and his partner, huh?