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Post by Ironfire-3 on May 19, 2008 8:07:43 GMT -5
A deca-cycle, eh? One might wonder exactly how long that meant. That unit has a tendency to vary quite a bit across realities.
With speed, it in part comes down to a matter of size. Strictly, Rattrap's quicker than her. He can certainly get more steps in than her in a given amount of time. But, she's a lot bigger, and that means her steps cover a lot more ground. Ironfire's also just following, not trying to pick which path would be best for escaping an angry tank.
She has no room to dodge his blaster shots, but she doesn't exactly need to. They impact her armor harmlessly, blackening but not penetrating. But, he didn't mean to deal real damage. It's not really possible for her to fire back, now. Especially as he's being so Matrix-damned good at keeping away from her line of fire. Tank shells don't exactly fly around corners. They do blow up well, but the sort of blast needed here would be far too likely to destabilize the sewer tunnels for her tastes. For now, she'll merely follow. For now, she still fits.
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Post by Rattrap on May 22, 2008 19:31:54 GMT -5
Okay, so she's still following. Rattrap isn't sure if he should count this as a good thing or a bad thing.
Problem: she's still mobile and he needs to get moving on that retreat thing. He isn't too worried about losing her – sewers are practically his home away from home – but man does he hate leaving loose ends. Especially big ones. Big ones with big guns.
Got no choice. Rattrap needs to vamoose, and yesterday. Evil Ironfire's a big girl; she can get a little more lost all on her own. So with a whirr and a muffled clatter, and a bitten-back grunt, the spy drops into beast mode and does what any intelligent and capable rat with the slightest modicum of sense and survival instinct would do when confronted with his own presence on a sinking ship.
He gets outta there.
OOC: Gone.
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