Decepticons: Wandering Not-So-Aimlessly

[Misfire]

Misfire manages to pull himself together enough to turn to Scourge and give him a crisp, perfect salute. "Pleasure to meet you, Lord Scourge. My...apologies for my partner's earlier rudeness." He drops the salute and looks at Long Range, "I'm sure we will be able to get to know each other later." Hopefully.

He has no intention of running; if Misfire has somehow fallen on one or both of the Mayhem's bad side, running won't do any good. And, for all that they spook him, Misfire isn't a coward. So he follows along, optics straight ahead, somehow managing not to twitch or look back to makes sure of Spinister's placement.

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OOC: Works for me, as well! And no problem, Needlenose!

[Long Range]

"I was originally trying to find my way to the training room, I heard it was holographic and I need some practice without wasting energon." HE says as he tilts his head to Scourge.

[Sable Conolly]

Scourge gives Misfire a nod of his head and a narrowing of his optics that says without words, 'Get it right next time - and be happy there is a next time.' Verbally, he replies, "I do hope you enjoy working under Commander Sky-Byte. Hope you don't have any problems."

Now why would Misfire have problems with Sky-Byte? Surely, Scourge would not say such a thing unless the potential was there.

Scourge gestures and explains, "Nearly there. The training room is right over here. It's a wonderful piece of work - chalk it up to Commander Hook."

[Long Range]

"As I have heard. It'll be nice to unwind without worrying about accidentally shelling friendlies or pesky Autobot fliers coming in and shooting at me. It can be irritating having to rely on others to cover me while I switch modes." Long Range says as he pushes himself off the wall.

He takes a couple of steps in the indicated direction, but then stops and turns back slightly to look at Scourge.

"You don't, by chance, happen to be a swordsman? Or skilled in any melee weapon? I haven't had the chance to practice lately and fear I might forget how to handle my blade..." He trails off as he turns fully to look at Scourge properly and wait for a response.

[Sable Conolly]

Scourge tilts his head ever so slightly to the side and says simply, "Heh."

He moves to enter the training room, as well, and clarifies, "I am. I was coming out here to practise my katas. Would you like a live opponent?"

[Long Range]

"I would appreciate being able to spar with an experienced fighter." Long Range says as he turns again to walk towards the training room. When he gets to the door, at least he thinks its the right door, he waits for Scourge to catch up.

[Sable Conolly]

Scourge has no trouble catching up. Long Range's strides may be longer, but Scourge is quick, with a tendency toward stalking.

The training room itself is a barren metal room with as control panel off to one side. Scourge immediately paces over toward the console and inquires, "Any preferences on scenery?"

[Long Range]

"Not really. As long as I can stand on flat ground I don't mind."

"I assume this is going to be non lethal." Long Range says, though its more of a question than a statement.

[Sable Conolly]

"The training room is interesting, insofar as it allows one to suffer lethal damages multiple times without actual death, depending on the simulation parameters," Scourge explains, perusing the scenarios. "You may have heard that command and certain other elements can turn off the safeties and make apparently lethal damages lethal in actuality. That rumour is correct. I'd say that you have to trust me here, when I say that this situation is nonlethal, but given that I have no desire to be publicly tortured to death for being wasteful, what you really need to trust is that the rest of our comrades could put me down."

Scourge's optics glitter, and he selects the scenario of the inside of a sparse, barren pagoda scaled for Long Range's height. Rice paper walls cordon off other areas, and light filters in through a number of windows.

Scourge draws the Sword of Fury, holding it one-handed, and makes a 'let's go' gesture with the other.

[Long Range]

Long Range draws his own sword. Its much plainer looking than the Sword of Fury, and wonders for a second exactly what he's gotten himself into.

He grips his sword two handed, the blade out in front and angled up. Taking a couple of steps forward, Long range swings out sideways trying to catch Scourge on his side.

[Sable Conolly]

Scourge is quick, and he's a quite bit smaller than Long Range. He is also nearly fearless in the face of larger opponents. It's not a trouble for Scourge to duck and drop flat to the floor, Long Range's blade whizzing just a small span above where Scourge would gave been.

The dark Convoy rolls and get back into a crouch, reading to spring in another direction, and he lashes out at Long Range's ankle with the Sword of Fury, still holding it one-handed.

[Long Range]

Long Range curses as he starts to pull his leg back, but is too slow and feels the Sword of Fury bite into it. He's thankful that his legs are built as sturdily as they are, that blow would most likely have knocked over a smaller mech.

Putting his foot back on the ground, he lifts the other and deploys the toe spike to try and stomp onto Scourge. If he succeeds, he also readies the hook on his heel to also dig into Scourge and hold him in place so that Long Range can use his weight to crush the smaller mech.

[Sable Conolly]

Scourge is not about to put himself in a position where he can be squished. He refuses to be put out of a fight, and it is as much his natural speed and agility as it is his rage that allows him to spring behind Long Range, out of stomping radius.

In a low voice, he comments, "Not much of a sword fight, is this?"

Scourge springs, making an impressive leap, and attempt to slash at one of Long Range's hip joints.