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Post by Sable Conolly on Mar 31, 2009 8:35:21 GMT -5
Scourge continues his circling, and he says slowly, "Oh, are you saying that Optimus Prime isn't your brother? My mistake. I'm sure you can see how I would make it."
He laughs, a bit bitterly.
"But that said, if you are not my uncle, you are correct then - you don't have friends here."
Scourge draws his plasma gun, but he doesn't say the words yet, listening to the whine of the charge loading in Ultra Magnus's rifle.
"Only enemies."
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Post by Ultra Magnus on Apr 1, 2009 9:44:12 GMT -5
Indignation and anger flare bright in Magnus's optics and his scowl deepens. The former commander has only a handful of hot buttons and Scourge has just mashed one of them. After the last week, Magnus finds that his build-brother is a very touchy subject.
"Think what you will." He isn't even sure he deserves to be called Optimus Prime's brother with everything he's done. He'll be surprised if he has anyone but the Wreckers still on his side, and he's beginning to question that much. "But at least you and I agree on one thing," he adds, almost wearily. He seems to lack friends unless they're all a radio call away, in which case, he'll be glad for an end to the static that's replaced the feedback.
Since there's nothing more he can say, Magnus simply opens fire as he starts to back away, seeking better distance if he can't get cover.
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Post by Sable Conolly on Apr 7, 2009 21:58:56 GMT -5
Scourge takes a hit - Ultra Magnus will see that this dark image is solidly built, anyway.
He considers the situation. Ultra Magnus looks to be seeking both distance and cover. Scourge should do his best to deny his enemy, then.
Scourge leaps into the air, with one of those dazzling leaps that the animators like to use a lot of lense effects on, and as he does do, he calls out, "Sword of Fury!"
He brings it down in a massive sweep - either to cleave the covering brush away or, more hopefully, his opponent.
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Post by Ultra Magnus on Apr 8, 2009 23:28:05 GMT -5
Ultra Magnus isn't very good at taking no for an answer. When Scourge tries to cut him off, all too literally, he changes direction and runs sideways, strafing the area. That weapon is no energo-sword, but by the way it shears off the top half of one smokestack, it isn't something Magnus should be eager to test much further. So Scourge favours mêlée? No way to be sure of that yet. He went for his gun first.
And why telegraph his attack like that? That makes even less sense to Magnus than the entire situation.
"Hn! Flashy," he declares, stifling his grimace and forcing a bored tone.
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Post by Sable Conolly on Apr 11, 2009 14:34:55 GMT -5
Scourge would very much like to not telegraph his attacks, but it's a compulsion he hasn't been able to shake.
He ducks under Ultra Magnus's strafe, one hand hitting the dirt. His back takes light damage, but he vaults back up again with a shove and charges Ultra Magnus, trying to grapple him by the wrists.
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Post by Ultra Magnus on Apr 13, 2009 15:27:08 GMT -5
Flashy and nimble. Magnus steps back when Scourge rushes him, tensing up. This Decepticon really wants to get up close and personal; Magnus would rather not, but he doesn't want to back down, either. Not like this. He should probably run, but he doesn't know how fast his opponent is and he doesn't know where to run. Or if he'll be able to find fuel anywhere. He has no backup, no radio yet. Blast it all.
Stand and fight it is. He fires a couple more shots squarely at Scourge's chest before his rifle vanishes, taking the missile launcher with it and leaving Ultra Magnus empty-handed. Reflexes and training take over when Scourge closes the distance; he meets the grappling efforts with an attempt to use Scourge's momentum against him, put him on the ground face-first with one arm twisted up behind his back.
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Post by Sable Conolly on Apr 14, 2009 12:50:40 GMT -5
Scourge is rather more agile than his size and mass would suggest. Jumpy but not skittish.
However, he cannot help but take the shots to his chest, the false window-motif obliterated. When Ultra Magnus tries to put him onto the ground face-first, Scourge instead steps into the attack, and he tries to swing Ultra Magnus around and fling him. He seems to have the strength and leverage to do so, if Ultra Magnus doesn't think fast.
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Post by Ultra Magnus on Apr 18, 2009 19:26:15 GMT -5
It's a strange feeling, the redirected momentum of an attack being returned to him. It hits Magnus's stabilisers in a queer way, like his fuel pump dropping into his cooling coils, as his feet leave the ground. He twists himself mid-air, trying to recover and land on his feet. He's only partially successful; he manages to stay mostly upright but skids on hip and knees, grasses crushing beneath him and snapping off in the gaps of his joints. This Scourge is nimble, strong, and skilled.
Magnus hasn't fought his like since–
"I suppose," he says roughly, rolling his now aching shoulder and putting out of mind the sharp, grinding twinges that sets off, "you're at least living up to the family standard."
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Post by Sable Conolly on Apr 21, 2009 15:56:35 GMT -5
"Oh, you're only admitting it now that you're getting a thrashing? Just what side of the family are you thinking I got my sense of mercy from?" Scourge asks, somewhere between annoyed and amused.
Seeing Ultra Magnus on his knees, Scourge pulls up a leg and tries to land a snap kick to his white doppleganger's torso, to hopefully topple him over. The kick is short, sharp, and brutal, not a telegraphed roundhouse kick from Kansas.
"I don't have one at all."
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Post by Ultra Magnus on Apr 22, 2009 16:26:45 GMT -5
"Mercy?" Magnus shifts to his left with that kick, not fast enough to avoid contact; both windscreens compress and a spiderweb of cracks spreads across them. The force spins him and he goes with it, pulling his rifle again as he hits the ground, steel-glass crumbling from his chest in handfuls of shards; he's going to find bits of the stuff jammed into circuit boards for weeks after this. "Mercy isn't a family thing," he pronounces, scowling up at Scourge and pulling the trigger.
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Post by Sable Conolly on Apr 26, 2009 19:18:27 GMT -5
"Great," Scourge replies almost sounding like an exhalation. "Another useless inheritance I don't need to worry about."
Scourge takes the shot hard, and is knocked back, flat against the waving grain.
Is he down?
Slow it down and look again.
Scourge was moving back before the shot hit, and he just short of throws himself to the ground, hamming it up.
He stays down for a few seconds, long as he dares, and then Scourge springs up, hands drawn behind his back and clasped together, clearly telegraphing that he'll bring them over his head together and smashing down. Mid-swing, however, that telegraph message gets a bit garbled - he cries out, "Sword of Fury!"
And suddenly, his reach is an awful lot longer than Ultra Magnus might have expected it to be, because Scourge has a sword in his hands now.
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Post by Ultra Magnus on May 3, 2009 22:46:53 GMT -5
Ultra Magnus isn't idle just because Scourge hits the ground; he rolls back to his feet as soon as he can and that gives him enough space to evade the incoming smash of Scourge's fists.
Not enough to evade the sword. He should strike for Scourge's arms to deflect the blow, but he doesn't have the reach he needs. He throws up his rifle instead, swinging it in an arc intended to knock the blade away from him; odds are his weapon will be damaged and he doesn't like the disadvantage that leaves him at, but it's the rifle or a limb.
As he makes that backhand swing, he lashes out with a kick of his own aimed for Scourge's midsection.
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Post by Sable Conolly on May 4, 2009 19:54:15 GMT -5
Scourge takes one hand off the hilt as he sees that the most he's going to hit is rifle, though even one armed, he can put a lot of force behind a blow.
Now, why do you not wind up a kick and throw it from Kansas, particularly at a really obvious section of the body, like the midsection?
Because people might see it coming, sure.
Because crazy people might try to catch your foot.
With that newly freed hand, Scourge tries to grab Ultra Magnus by the ankle, to yank his uncle off balance. He observes, "It must be so hard to get stains off that white paint. Particularly the stain of defeat."
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Post by Ultra Magnus on May 8, 2009 17:14:33 GMT -5
"You really think," growls Ultra Magnus even as he can't quite avoid Scourge's hold, "one more smudge from one more Decepticon punk will make the slightest difference?" He doesn't fight the pull; he pushes himself along with it and snaps up one arm, aiming to drive the heel of his hand into his opponent's faceplate.
Scourge is just another Decepticon, decides Magnus. Just another Decepticon who likes to think highly of himself. He might resemble Optimus Prime in some faint, twisted sort of way, but there's no real comparison between the two beyond the physical. He does look just enough alike for the fight to take on an almost cathartic sense, and different enough that it doesn't carry the same guilt that ranting at a hologram always did.
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Post by Sable Conolly on May 8, 2009 19:09:42 GMT -5
Palm heel strike to the faceplate? That tends to work better on people who have protruding noses that can be jammed into their cranial plating. Still, Scourge reflexively folds up the elbow of his sword arm for a block, bringing his elbow up to protect his head and intercept that strike.
"I think consorting with the black sheep of the family might rub off on you," Scourge suggests. "I could only hope to be so lucky."
His grip on Ultra Magnus's ankle grows crushing, and he tries to shove forward, rather than pull, to knock Ultra Magnus over. Get him down on the ground. Where he belongs.
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