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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Feb 11, 2011 9:05:19 GMT -5
Judging from the grunt of pain as he takes a dive, Duskwing managed to do both! But Assault will not be stopped so easily. He tries to kick at Duskwing with his broken leg, firing off the thrusters at the same time, while his good leg tries to hook around the other Seeker's and pull him down to his level.
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Post by Duskwing on Feb 18, 2011 19:50:39 GMT -5
Sometime later...
Duskwing slams into the far wall and slides to the floor, but he isn't down yet. Every joint groaning and shrieking from misfitted metal-on-metal twisted out of the groove, he clambers to his feet. Air wheezes through battered intakes.
"Had.. enough.. yet.. fragger?" he growls, but there's no power, no rage behind it anymore. The dark blue Seeker can't clench his fists anymore--the finger joints are all smashed up--so he waves his hand vaguely at the other rather battered blue Seeker.
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Feb 19, 2011 19:48:30 GMT -5
Oh, and is Assault battered! Several fist-shaped dents cover almost his entire body and the parts that they don't have been broken, caved in or even simply crumbled. He leans against the wall, struggling to keep standing on a leg that can give out at any moment, while wishing that he didn't rip off his arm cannons to use them as clubs.
At Duskwing's taunt he grumbles, spitting out a bolt before looking back at him, hatred still in his optics, but it has dulled considerably. But then with a sickening CRUNCH his leg gives out, sending him sliding to the floor as well, the Seeker hissing in pain before he forces himself to once again look at his opponent. "Hrmpf. I h-haven't. But...P-perhaps...We should call it a draw."
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Post by Duskwing on Feb 21, 2011 0:17:29 GMT -5
Duskwing shambles halfway over to Assault. "You.. can.. fight," he said almost reluctantly, vocalizer full of static. "Give you dat. You don't... cut and whine.. 'cause you get a little hurt."
One tortured knee joint finally collapses, taking Duskwing down to one knee. "Huh. Give you... another round... but Hook... gonna be mad. Gotta fix this mess. We oughta stop."
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Feb 22, 2011 13:39:21 GMT -5
"Course I don't...I may be a genius but, I am still...A soldier." Assault watches Duskwing, not even tearing his optics away to flinch when the other Seeker collapses! "Indeed." Thankfully, he still has both his arms functional, so he starts to drag himself towards Duskwing. Then once he's close enough, he extends, a small smile briefly seen on his broken face. "Well fought."
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OOC: Work towards a wrap or wrap it up on your next post?
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Post by Duskwing on Feb 22, 2011 22:34:50 GMT -5
Duskwing looks quizzically at the proffered hand for a bit, then takes it, using it to lever himself back to his feet. "Yeah. Good fight. Repair tech's gonna be slagged off."
Obviously, the best fights are the ones that leave the techs who have to fix the mess in tears. No damage, no proof you fought hard--could be just blowing smoke.
"Need a fraggin' drink. Which way's Medical? I think my gyros got tumbled and stomped on."
---- Aye, let's wrap.
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