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Post by Drift on Apr 14, 2011 10:22:03 GMT -5
Well. That's....not something Drift sees every day--a mech's panels just sort of falling off like that. "Looks like you dropped something there," he says, halfway between smug and worry. He's willing to vent some aggression, sure (he's got barrels of that to spare) but not to the point of that.
Well, not yet, at any rate.
The harpoon whistles toward him, and this time Drift manages not to flinch--too much. That is a....mighty sharp little pointy thing you got there, Impactor.
He follows it with his optics, figuring it's another aim at a wall or something, just barely catching the trick as the skewered zombie comes flying at him. He decapitates it with a backhand swing of his sword, sweeping low and out of the way. "Might want to get that aim recalibrated," he says. Ha. Finally got a good line in.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Apr 14, 2011 22:17:32 GMT -5
Impactor grunts when Drift says he 'dropped' something. "Noticed," he answers, making a mental note that Drift doesn't keep up to date on the Autobot database.
The zombie yanks the, erm, zombier zombie back towards him, but doesn't actually reel the line in. Instead, he swings it around, using the headless body as a counter-weight to try to sweep the line through Drift's position.
"Sure, I'll get right on that, once I'm done recalibrating you."
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Post by Drift on Apr 15, 2011 7:59:07 GMT -5
In Drift's defense a) that's a LOT of material to take on board all at once, especially when one is a bit...iffy on even 'simple' things like gender and b) there's a big difference between 'reading about zombie' and 'shambling wreck falling apart before one's optics'.
Which is why he tries to stick with what he's good at. (Do I even need to say it at this point?)
And then Drift gets whacked with Impactor's new zombie yo-yo. It's a zombie yo-yo because it doesn't actually, really, 'yo'.
But it does, actually, really, knock Drift off his feet, the white mech pitching forward, managing to catch himself on one knee as the cable from Impactor's harpoon catches him under the arm, getting lodged between his chassis and upper arm.
He looks up, sheathing a sword to wrap his hand around the cable. Oh look who's got a zombie yo-yo now, Impactor!
"Don't think there'll be much left of you to recalibrate anything."
Damn, it hurts to be out-reparteed. BY A ZOMBIE.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Apr 15, 2011 23:31:20 GMT -5
Impactor deals with 'gender' by ignoring its existence. Makes life easier.
Impactor was also stuck in medical for three whole days when he first arrived, when he had little else to do but review the database. But besides that, despite his reputation as a loose cannon, he puts a pretty high premium on being prepared and knowing your enemy.
There's not much about Drift in the database yet (besides the whole 'not a girl' thing that he didn't pay much attention to, anyway), but fortunately, Impactor's also good at adapting on the spot.
"Maybe not, but not because of you," he mutters.
Drift's got a hold of his cable. This sort of thing generally leads to trying to use the cable against him somehow, maybe by yanking him off his feet. Impactor instinctively braces himself and now sets the thing to retract, reeling in anything still attached. At the same time, he fires his shoulder-cannon once more, aiming along the harpoon line... just in case anything (or anyone) is still attached.
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Post by Drift on Apr 19, 2011 21:25:42 GMT -5
Drift wishes he'd never heard of gender. Whoever invented females cough cough Jhiaxus should be stabbed into coleslaw.
And Drift would normally approve of studying up on his 'allies' as much as his enemies--it's a very Decepticon thing to do--but he's trying to change his ways.
He's seriously rethinking that.
Well, as much as you can rethink anything while fighting a zombie with a harpoon.
As Impactor braces himself, Drift laughs. "Not as easy as one of your little toys, am I?" The plan was to let the harpoon retraction--which he'd totally seen coming--to help close the distance.
He had not foreseen the cannon, managing to duck the worst of the blast, but still got caught squarely on one shoulder, knocking him to the ground, sideways. He scrambles to his feet, hoping to get up before Impactor capitalize on the situation.
((ooc: hope this is okay))
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Apr 20, 2011 9:01:17 GMT -5
Whether Drift makes it up or not, Impactor certainly attempts to capitalize. The harpoon finishes retracting, thunking into place with enough force that the panel it connects with is knocked slightly loose, leaving a visible gap in the armor of Impactor's arm. He ignores this as he surges forward, now using the harpoon more directly as a melee weapon.
While he's aware that probably moving the battle into an arena Drift is more familiar with, Impactor is far from being a slouch at melee himself. Besides, if he needs distance later on, he can always temporarily move where Drift can't follow.
There are advantages to being a drill tank.
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Post by Drift on Apr 20, 2011 10:56:50 GMT -5
There better be some advantages to being a drill tank. Because being attractive sure ain't one of them. It would likely remind Drift a little too much of Turmoil for Impactor's liking.
Drift, whose parts aren't falling off him like it's molting season, is still reeling from the alarm codes from the hit his shoulder took. Nothing critical, but the gears in the front rotation mechanism grind, cutting metal as he pushes off that hand, rolling to his feet. He slams one sword home in its sheath just in time to block the harpoon coming at him with it, with a grunt of satisfaction. Ha. Haven't lost my edge.
His other hand holds the short sword underhand, its hilt a hard core in his fist that he attempts to close the distance with, and land in Impactor's midsection.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Apr 20, 2011 13:21:35 GMT -5
Impactor's not worried if people think he looks Decepticonish.
(Really, he used to take advantage of it.)
While the zombie is skilled, he lacks in agility. This generally means taking strategic but survivable hits along the way to get himself in a position to make the finishing strike later on. He's usually tough and heavily armored enough for that to work, when he's not falling to pieces thanks to his condition. On the other hand, the fact that he can barely even feel pain anymore makes it easier to keep pushing at full tilt, right up until he's gone offline.
The sword bites into his midsection, and he ignores it, making no attempt to duck it and refusing to let it slow him down. In fact, he twists slightly into it to allow put himself in a position that would be more awkward to defend from (especially when one is busy pulling a short sword out of his tank-thick armor). At the same time, he pulls his harpoon-arm away from the blocking sword and thrusts it in towards Drift's shoulder, the same one already damaged by Impactor's cannon blast.
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Post by Drift on Apr 20, 2011 13:48:50 GMT -5
Drift's smug smile as the sword bites home--deep--into Impactor's midsection fades as the zombie turns, locking the blade stuck. Drift twists his wrist, trying to leverage it free. Drop it? Or fight more?
He doesn't have a chance to decide as the harpoon comes under his guard and lances straight into his injured shoulder.
He curses. Which is not a particularly effective weapon, except perhaps against upper class pansies like Mirage. He doesn't expect salty language would have much effect on Impactor here.
Sparks and fluid--coolant and hydraulic fluid--jet from the wound. All right. This is really starting to honk Drift off. He grunts, jerking himself off the harpoon with a snarl of pain, dropping the trapped blade to clear distance for his next attack--a straight thrust toward the throat.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Apr 20, 2011 18:59:54 GMT -5
Being as the neck is one of those areas that Impactor would rather not get stabbed, what with it being more difficult to fight while lacking a head, Impactor lifts his left, whole arm and inserts his forearm in the way of the sword as he shifts his shoulders, moving that left shoulder nearer and generally tilting a bit out of the way of the blade. This likely leads to Drift stabbing into Impactor's forearm, though if he can compensate in time it might just result in deflection of the blade. Deflected or stabbed, Impactor immediately snatches his hand back down (with or without the sword still in it) and twists it around, attempting to slam the palm towards Drift's chest.
The cursing does little to him. Apparently zombies are swear-proof.
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Post by Drift on Apr 27, 2011 9:23:12 GMT -5
Well, so it seems our little zombie kind of likes his neck, Drift notes. It's a contrast to how easily he'd let Drift's slash cut into his side. Weak point? Drift nods, grimly. He'll remember this.
When he'll get a chance to actually use it, however, is another story.
His blade bites home, but this time he jerks to free the blade just as Impactor is twisting his hand around for another attack. He does see the palm coming for him, stepping back just far enough that it's a glancing blow, a shove that rocks him on his feet, rather than the chassis-denting ram it was supposed to be.
"My turn, sunshine," he mutters, diving in under the outstretched arm for that really nicely unguarded underarm.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Apr 27, 2011 21:55:43 GMT -5
That depends on how one defines 'weak spot.' Impactor would survive a beheading, which is more than can be said for those from some realities. It's just difficult to control one's body when the connections have been cut. Unless you're a Headmaster, but they're weird, anyway.
Drift's sword bites into the underarm, though again he twists his arm up and in to reduce the damage, trying to salvage use of the arm. The attack completely rips off that bottom arm panel, however, and with the connections rattled, the arm takes on a somewhat grayer tinge, akin to the graying-over Transformers sometimes undergo when dead. He grimaces, not in pain, but because he can tell he's lost partial use of that hand.
"Enjoy it while you can," he grunts as he finishes that inward twist of his arm, bringing it against his torso so he can twist and charge forward, shoulder first, trying mostly to stay in close enough that the swords become more difficult to use, but also hoping to take advantage of the poor footing caused by the litter of bodies on the floor. He's attempting to knock Drift back over a zombie behind him.
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Post by Drift on May 1, 2011 18:56:56 GMT -5
Drift knows nothing of these Headmasters and they'd probably freak him out if he did. Because they involve squishy bits.
And he doesn't want to kill Impactor. Just win.
But that's a problem of its own because Drift has two states of being: Stabbing and Sleeping. That whole...subtlety thing, matching force nonsense Kup was rattling on about? Whooooooooosh. Sailing right over his white finialed helm.
If only the Things Drift Didn't Get could be weaponized. Impactor would be riddled with holes by now.
Instead his arm turns grey. Which Drift recognizes from having, well, he doesn't mean to brag or anything, but, killed quite a few mechs in his day. It's just...okay. It's just Not Right.
And that distraction causes him to not spot Impactor's next attack, the zombie slamming into him. Drift tries to take the impact...uh, Impactor's impact...and just stagger back a few steps, but he trips over something--an arm rolls under his foot, and he suddenly drops, hard, on the ground, in a litter of grey limbs.
Okay, enjoyment? Officially over.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on May 2, 2011 13:14:17 GMT -5
That's a shame, because Impactor is certainly enjoying this! Though it might be difficult to tell, given the snarl on his face, the one that shows off a row of strangely pointed zombie-teeth.
He doesn't let up, either, as he attempts to take advantage of Drift's poor positioning, descending on the swordsman with a savage roar as he tries to pin the white robot in place with his harpoon.
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Post by Drift on May 6, 2011 21:04:32 GMT -5
Oh, Drift is more than proficient at reading emotion based on body language. He's...pretty good at telling when Turmoil's torqued off at him: Is Turmoil online? Bingo.
However, Drift's also good at communicating with his own body. Such as the foot he kicks up toward Impactor's midsection as the zombie lunges forward.
The harpoon screeched down the side of his chassis, ripping the chest panel open as Drift tore himself desperately to one side.
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