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Post by Taggon on Feb 28, 2015 13:06:33 GMT
The vehicon looks at the battle, but he decides to leave, after all, thy don't need his help. So, he transforms in his jet mode and flies in his search of the Nemesis as a natural instinct. (( Good bye. Fair well, vehicon Evo!))
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Post by Sinn on Mar 1, 2015 0:50:05 GMT
A crackling would enter Novartis' comms, as a big grey-and-purple Cybertronian jet popped out of a groundbridge high in the sky, the portal snapping shut behind the crescent-shaped jet after a moment of hanging mid-air.
"You called about a pest-problem?"
The femme strafed past overhead at supersonic speed, slipstream stirring up debris, then kited around and landed perhaps a hundred paces away from Taggon, Riptide, and the rest, crescent-shaped altform folding into a 34 foot tall femmebot. Both servos morphed into glowing missile-launchers..... She recognizes Taggon, the mech she had fought to a retreat several solar cycles ago, and smirks. She raises one missile launcher to her mouth, them blows him a kiss, before firing a homing plasma-missile at him.....
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Post by Taggon on Mar 1, 2015 1:14:51 GMT
The landing of the large femme sounded behind him, causing Taggon to furrow his brow behind his war-mask as he heard the all too familiar voice of the opponent who had given him a plasma missile to the chest. Taggon turned half way around, creating a triangle shape should from a birds eye view the Novartis, the large femme, and him be drawn together from dot to dot. Taggon needed to keep an eye on his opponent that was on the ground, and who quite possibly had a broken femur, and the female con who had just blown him a kiss. A missile was fired, coming straight for him. Unfortunately for Taggon, a homing missile was a big weakness of his. As an Avacon, he generated more heat then most mechs and femmes, so for the missile it would be like distinguishing a yellow thread that was piled into a bunch of red ones. The missile rocketed forth, yet Taggon was quick, with a servo drawing a simple knife from his belt, he threw forth a blade with deadly accuracy, the vertically spinning cutting tool slicing into the missile at just the tip.
Taggon jumped back, the missile had been half way to him, but even then, he knew it would be wise for him to retreat some, since a missile loaded with plasma was not one which he would risk being hit by again. Raising his Uncutt rifle with his other servo, through the explosion and the now sizzling road, Taggon fired two shot for the large femme's abdomen. He then quickly cocked his gun,it was the same one he had used to achieve victory over Soundwave, although he had not aimed though he scope of the gun. Still, Taggon was a cracks hot, and the gun was second to that of a Nucleon Charge rifle, minus some power. The two bullets which he had shot were coming in with speed for the large femme, yet it was up to her to react quickly enough. Taggon did not speak, not seeing the point in it during battle. It wasted breath, and he needed his energies to defeat the opponent before him.
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Post by Sinn on Mar 1, 2015 1:21:05 GMT
Mire had lunged forwards as soon as the missile was fired. As a result, the bullets did not quite hit where intended; one skimmed her flank, tearing through armor and scoring her underlying chassis. Forwarned of a possible second shot, she dives to the side, avoiding the second round.
As she rolls back onto her peds with a grunt, energon welling up from the scrape in her side, her missile-launchers flip back into her forearms, to be replaced with a pair of vicious-looking energon scythes, blue light wreathing the deadly weapons as they deploy, the air around them wavering....
Vaulting high into the air, Mire dives at Taggon, right Kama sweeping at the Upgraded Vehicon in an attempt to rip him in half at the hip. The other Kama stays poised around the level of her face, curved sickle-blade forming a guard for her head and torso in case of a dodge and counter-attack.
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Post by Taggon on Mar 1, 2015 1:50:40 GMT
Taggon slapped his rifle on his back plating, knowing that it was time to se knives more then his gun. The classic weapons were sharpened and polished as usual, and the vehicon drew his longest claymore, the dependable blade creating a gravelly vibrating sound as they were quickly unsheathed. Mire's form had been visible as smoke had wrapped around it, and as she had whipped her quickly incoming form towards his, separating the whips greyness from her chassis as she blurred herself for him, her appendages positioning themselves with the quick prowess Taggon always worked with himself. Instead of taking a quick step back, Taggon positioned himself so that his shoulder faced the femme, the very shoulder's arm swinging around quickly as to parry her blade, his own strength added to that of the extra kinetic energy created by his Avacon reflexes, which were appearing to be an advantage again. He was not at all supremely stronger then the femme, but he could hold her off nonetheless.
Taggon's form had been in a slight crouch, the vehicon had seen a weak spot in the femme, and as his free arm readied, he decided he would smite the weak spot in this fight. Still in a slight crouch, Taggon went down farther, quickly rolling to the side of the femme just underneath her, as to come diagonally from behind. Taggon's free arm drew an explosive knife, which would always bleep twice before exploding when it's inner mechanisms felt the impact of being stabbed into someone. Taggon was not by much behind the femme, but he threw his explosive blade at the femme's back, where he had seen her palms missiles fold into her shoulders. If the knife made contact, it would flash twice before exploding.
Meanwhile, Taggon made yet another retreating maneuver, jumping back as hard as he could again, even though he knew some plasma would reach should there be a large explosion.
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Post by Sinn on Mar 1, 2015 1:59:11 GMT
Mire recoils and nearly falls onto her aft as the much smaller Vehicon blocks her blow with a surprising deal of strength, sparks flashing off her blades as she backs up a step. Regaining her poise, Mire twists to face Taggon as he attempts to flank her, blades coming up in a blocking position as he lobs a knife at her.
"Please, a throwing-knife?"
Mire's left arm flashes downwards and out, the flat of her Kama smacking into the dagger's blade and sending it pinwheeling back towards Taggon's peds, where it clatters to the ground, perhaps to explode, assuming the counterblow from the flat of her scythe had been enough to trigger the weapon. Moving forward to keep close to Taggon after the space of perhaps a second, Mire chuckles under her breath, as energon oozes from the wound in her side. The larger Decepticon circles her opponent, scythes still in a guarding position, then lunges forwards swiping her right blade at his face in an effort to either break his guard and score through his helm and into his faceplate, or force him to retreat further.
"I'm insulted."
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Post by Taggon on Mar 1, 2015 2:26:47 GMT
The femme was proving to be putting up a deadly fight, though his strategy had almost worked. The knife was indeed triggered by the fast swipe, clattering back for Taggon. The war-machine caught the knife under his foot and kicked it back as her still semi-faced the femme, his explosive booming behind him. The vehicon dived, using the impact to his advantage, diving to intercept the femme's coming. Taggon had to draw back his claymore, the femme's servo spinning for his faceplate. In mid air as the came in, Taggon's still free servo jutted out, as his arm transmitted the data to do so extremely quickly to his central motor cortex within his processor, the action potentials triggering through his advanced system as to interact with the blow with rapid movement.
Taggon's servo had been intended to catch the spinning femme's wrist, which it did. The cost of the maneuver was a medium leveled slice at his side as he pulled himself forward, even as the blade cleaved through his side armor, going over the femme. Using the same strength and movement he used to catch the femme's wrist, the acrobatic vehicon performed a small flip, tucking his legs in, instead of using an at the last second drawn blade, he used his claymore as he sent it stabbing for the femme's hind railgun shoulders, if the blade hit, it would penetrate the armor and cause a large gash/cut on the femme's back plating, also destroying the large railgun which took residence there. Taggon finished his flip, going over the femme entirely now, flying over her legs feet first.
Thudding to the ground, Taggon's back briefly face the femme, as his side leaked some droplets of energon.
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Post by Sinn on Mar 1, 2015 2:46:16 GMT
Mire's optics widened behind her visor as the Vehicon backstepped and took the slice to the flank instead of the head. She was further surprised when her opponent used her like a springboard, flipping nimbley over her to land behind her and drive his sword at her back.
Mire managed to turn partially despite her surprise, but she was not fast enough to counter the blow. Taggon's sword punched into the back of her railgun, the massive weapon which sat dormant on her back. She had not used it once since getting to Earth; she had to be in a particular sort of mood to wield the massive, long-ranged cannon. The blade slid into one of the weapon's cooling-vents, the railgun's outer casing shrieking in protest and casting sparks as the claymore widened the narrow opening and slid into the weapon's left lateral magnetic driving-system. The blade's tip crunched against the hard ferrous alloy and ground to a halt, skewing slightly with the sudden impavt of something it could not fully sever or pierce.
Mire growled in pain and swung a backhanded blow at Taggon, the sudden attack aimed to bash the Vehicon away, or at least force him to dodge.
The damaged cannon swung up, lights blinking on, something inside whirring unevenly as the weapon tried to power up......
Mire, while bloodthirsty, insane, and unrepentantly evil, still bore some traits of her old, true self. The femme she had been before a blade had been driven through her skull, before she had been hung, pinioned by said blade, from a high bastion.... Left to spasm and suffer for hours before she was found. Before the wound inflicted by said incident had left her horribly, unrepairably brain-damaged.
One of those traits was a strange sort of honor; Mire COULD have tossed the sword embedded in her back away, deprived Taggon of its use.... Instead, she tore the weapon free of the stuttering railgun with a grunt, and cast it back at him blade-first.... She knew the skilled swordsman would catch it.
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Post by Taggon on Mar 1, 2015 6:53:38 GMT
Taggon had indeed been forced back, and the marking of him being a bit more bashed before he had landed visible on his back. Taggon actually hadn't let go of his blade, since he did not believe in giving his longest weapons one-time uses. Taggon had quite a few funny customs, customs which he stuck to, like showing a hint of mercy even in battle. Taggon faced the femme, knowing she would land roughly soon. He had not gone for her head since he had not wanted things entirely easy. He wanted to know his opponent as he took her down, and he generally didn't want the fight to be too short. It was one of his funny customs and weaknesses, yet Taggon stuck to them.
The vehicon spoke at last, "What is your number, Decepticon?" Taggon asked without any hint of emotion, save a calmness which he used on all people. Very little could scare Taggon, or make his voice urgent, the mech calculated quite a bit. This femme was clearly an opponent who was not to be jousted with, but the vehicon recognized that she could have done a few things to. It was another way of Taggon letting his opponent know he wanted things hard, and as Taggon continued to think quickly, he knew that this femme wouldn't mind things in such a way either. With still only one claymore in his servos, Taggon drew another one of his knives, this one was barbed on it's back. Taggon threw the blade, clutching his claymore in one servo still, letting the other sharp knife fly in general for Mire's position, at the lowest it might hit her Knee-cap, at it's highest it might hit her neck. He was still aiming for the center of her front body, since he was going 'back to the drawing board' now that he had taken a turn at a part of her which she would most definitely guard.
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Post by Sinn on Mar 1, 2015 7:50:38 GMT
"My number?"
Mire took a guarding stance and flicked the back-edge of her Kama at the knife as it whistled towards her, sending it spinning. to land in the dirt perhaps 50 yards away. She steps forward a couple paces, scythes still up in a guarding position, careful not to telegraph her next move.
"C3975. I was a delivery-girl, a courrier before..."
She hesitates... Then engages her pedial rockets and lunges forwards and to the left, attempting to shear open Taggon's side with one scythe while the other guards.
"Before Megatron rose up to save Cybertron."
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Post by Taggon on Mar 1, 2015 13:14:07 GMT
An old yet effective knife-throwing trick Taggon had been taught ages ago, practically when he had been the equivalent of a teenager, a mech called Ceft had told him of a very effective method for catching a combatant off guard. Sub-consciously, everyone suspected when another person was talking for them to complete their sentence. To talk normally, and then strike out of the blue was a clever tactic that most would have a slower time reacting to. Taggon had taken a few years to get the trick under his belt, so now, as he faced the speaking femme just six feet from being twice his size, Taggon was not shocked at her sudden move. He himself had been staying guarded, the large femmes booming rockets thundered as she did so towards him.
Taggon's claymore swiftly swung through the air, clanging against Mire's blade, as he side stepped in such a manner as to increase the distance between the spark-flying location of the blades clanging just by centimeters, as his other arm blurred for Mire's other guarding arm, gripping it with the same strong haste as he had displayed before, now turning slightly as to use the momentum she had used to lunge at him to throw her to the side, all the while his other arm was brought up, slicing at her arm as she was thrown off course. She wouldn't shoot too far off if at all, since even though Taggon held reasonable strength, he was still only using one arm. The claymore which he was using to amputate her arm came after throwing her scythes blade off course of course. Since this all happened within split seconds, Taggon did not waste time speaking.
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Post by Sinn on Mar 1, 2015 18:36:39 GMT
Unfortunately, as strong as Taggon was for his size, Mire still beat him out in strength. Growling in surprise as the Avacon swung her sideways, Mire slammed a pede into the dirt to halt her momentum, kicking up a geyser of soils and debris, and causing her to grind to a halt. She was also far larger and heavier than Taggon, which gave her a leverage-advantage to boot.
With a grunt, she twisted the grip of the scythe in the hand of the arm Taggon was holding. The blade spun, blocking the Claymore from severing her arm narrowly, causing the blade to smash against the back-guard of her own and skid off to the side.
The manuever also had the handy side-effect of locking Taggon's gripping hand against her forearm. With a laugh, Mire reels Taggon forwards roughly, bringing her other Scythe into a sweeping uppercut meant to disembowel the Vehicon......
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Post by Novartis on Mar 1, 2015 20:47:00 GMT
*The shot narrowly misses Nova as she slips under the water and into the depths of the lake.*
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Post by Taggon on Mar 2, 2015 0:10:42 GMT
((Hey Novartis...I shot twice for your femur. Not once. I go by the f-28 policy. XD ))
Taggon indeed was goof competition when it came to strength, but it did not mean he was outmatched in the area by the thirty four foot hulking mass before him. As Taggon was jerked forward for more fatal injuries, Taggon came up with another strategy rapidly, as his thoughts continued to fly. Taggon still had his feet, and with a small step forward, Taggon brought one foot up from the side, swinging it as he tried to pull back with his upper body, kicking the blade's broad side away from himself. The blade still left a long scratch across his upper chest, which had cut into the 'catcher' layer. The catcher layer looked almost exactly like a protoform, so for most they may mistake it for the vehicons now very unguarded endoskeleton. Taggon's foot was still swinging around, sending his adversaries blade arm into her own. By now his gripping arm was freed by this action, though with some difficulty he yanked it away from her arm.
With fast skill, Taggon angled his foot so that he would be temporarily stepping on the broadside of the blade arm which was now on her other arm which locked his claymore servo. Now that he had thrown the arm off balance with the combined with of him and the other arm, possibly he had thrown it off slightly thanks to the pain that he had caused it, Taggon slipped his claymore free. With still one foot and half his with on the arm, Taggonlet two panels lift from his back plating, revealing thick tubes which came to life, rocketing him up as he using his own strength to guide the direction in which he would go. The vehicon may have been slightly put off course if Mire used her arm or arms to heave him upwards, but the vehicon simply used his momentum to over her again, his single claymore swiping to dig into her lower neck as he came down behind her, his panels slipping back into the folds of his armor, his small jet-pack deactivating as quickly as it had activated.
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Post by Sinn on Mar 2, 2015 1:01:32 GMT
Mire recoiled as her blade was bashed backwards, barely stopping herself from slashing her own frame. Stumbling backwards, Mire attempted to counter Taggon's overhead strike even as she struggled to keep from toppling backwards. She raised her Kama to block, but was not quite fast enough to stop the blow entirely. The sword skimmed over her half-raised scythe, throwing up a shower of sparks, then flicked down and bit into the back of her right shoulder, slicing into the armor there and leaving a short, but moderately deep slash.
Her footing recovered, Mire ignored the sting of the new wound and spun, aiming to go behind the guard of Taggon's sword and hook the weapon with her scythe. Her other blade arked down from above, serving to symultaneously block her torso from a counter-attack and possibly shear into Taggon's forearms or servos.....
That was the handy thing about Kamas, and scythes in general; the fact that their plade were perpindicular to their handles and guards made them excellent for breaching the enemy's guard or trapping their weapon. This of course was offset by the lack of reach compared to say, a straightsword, spear, halberd, or glave..... Thrusting attacks were nearly impossible to execute with something like a kama.
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Post by Riptide on Mar 2, 2015 4:37:43 GMT
Riptide smirked, before running towards the shots and sliding underneath them. As he came up from the slide, he leapt into the air and went over Deathwish's helm. He landed on his feet behind the mech and whirled around, his laser rifle in his servos.
Well, this was fun while it lasted.
He gave one last smirk before firing four lasers at the mech, all aimed at his chestplate.
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Post by Taggon on Mar 2, 2015 11:40:29 GMT
Taggon lifted the very long knife from Mire's shoulder with a jolt, forcing him to use his other arm to study himself and remain on her back. He had had to swap his arm onto her other shoulder, nonetheless, the kama cleaved into Taggon's fore-arm armor. Taggon had designed hims forearms to have some extra armor, for some of the excess thickness to be on his arms, so that he could use the appendages as more effective shields, and giving him something to take good hits with. The blade still sliced into the fore-arm, causing Taggon's arm to alert him of the pain he was receiving. As a Decepticon who had been around for a while, Taggon had been taught throughout his life that showing pain was showing weakness, so the vehicon did not retreat his arm...no, he gripped the shoulder harder as his claymore swiped through the air, planning to impale itself into her own arm and into her shoulder. If not, he would pierce the shoulder armor of the femme's other shoulder while his badly cut arm finally equipped itself with another tool.
Taggon's servo fluidly found an explosive barbed dagger as it went to his side and back up again, the vehicon stabbing at the femme's back--just where she could almost reach if she were to scratch her back. As Taggon did this, he swung both feet into the lower backside of her abdomen, their slanted shape possibly causing her another source of pain as he shoved himself backward, bringing his claymore from her shoulder as he reared backwards, performing yet another backflip, this one slightly weaker. With the same servo he had used to stab Mire with he explosive knife, which had flashed once by now, he slammed it into the ground in mid back-flip, extending the term of his air-born state. He landed, skidding, sparks flying as he faced the femme from the back again, waiting to see if his explosive trick had worked.
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Post by Kaocon Death Wish on Mar 2, 2015 13:25:26 GMT
Riptide smirked, before running towards the shots and sliding underneath them. As he came up from the slide, he leapt into the air and went over Deathwish's helm. He landed on his feet behind the mech and whirled around, his laser rifle in his servos. Well, this was fun while it lasted.He gave one last smirk before firing four lasers at the mech, all aimed at his chestplate. Death Wish saw that Riptide was, as he suspected, more active then he had let on. As he saw Riptide go under the Riot Cannon blasts, Death Wish would stop. He would wait to see what Riptide's next move would be, and it didn't disappoint, but as Riptide jumped over Death Wish, Death Wish was getting ready. Death Wish would spin around, using his left hand to quickly grab his EMP shotgun, and would shoot one well placed shot at Riptide, just as he was landing to the ground, right before Riptide could even make a move to attck. Nice trick, but I have my own.
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Post by Sinn on Mar 2, 2015 19:47:05 GMT
As Mire was facing Taggon now, he had no way of stabbing her back. Instead, she batted the strike from his long blade away with a double cross-guard, chuckling at this latest, rather clumsy attempt to get in close, then ducked into a low crouch, going UNDER the stab directed at her neck by the barbed knife.
However, this left her open to the kick Taggon executed as he retreated from her. She was just starting to stand, one scythe drawn back to disembowel Taggon, or at least cut something important off, when the blow struck her in the midsection, causing her to topple gracelessly back onto her aft. Deeply annoyed at the cheeky move, Mire raised a servo and shifted it into missile-launcher form. With a nasty chuckle, she pointed the launcher at Taggon's feet and fired. A simple backflip would not get him out of the range of a missile.
As the missile shrieked out to hopefully blow the little PITA's (pain in the aft) legs off, Mire leaped to her feet, angling her other scythe across her as a guard.....
((Sorry to totally dodge two attacks in a row like that, but Mire was facing Taggon, as it says in my last post, where I said "Mire spun".... He'd have no way of getting anything into her back. ))
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Post by Taggon on Mar 3, 2015 7:25:31 GMT
((I'm the sorry one here.....Response to PM: Okay. I'm just going to keep doing my thing here, apologies for the delays...))
Taggon's explosive knife had it nothing, thus it did not go off. He had not sheathed it when he had backflipped though, which had increased the distance between him and the femme. She was proving competent, and as he landed, she launched one of her plasma missiles directly at his lower legs. The femme had finally decided that she wanted him finished quickly, since he was most likely not supposed to be still in one piece at the moment. Out of the corners of his visor, Taggon saw that there was slower ground to his right, and the cover which Novartis had used to his right. The lower ground declined rapidly, as the human-made cement material formed a straight-down miniature cliff which had actually been a part of a hill split in half for a bridge.
Where was the bridge? Destroyed, separated into small pieces that were scattered across the land with iron bars protruding from them. Taggon used the explosive dagger he still had clutched in one servo to quickly hit the tip of hit against his own armour to cause the pressure, before it flashed once as he launched it towards the left flank of the missile. Taggon dived to the side, specifically in the general direction of the hillside, which was about went meters from his position. Taggon knew that the heat that the explosion would cause just to the left of the missile would cause it to detonate, if not the explosion itself would detonate it, forcing it to explode mid-way towards it's target. Plasma splattered everywhere like rain. Taggon hadn't made it to the cover unfortunately, nd he found his armour melting in some places as a few globs hit him along with a few more speckles of plasma. The substance sealed his fore-arm wound, at the cost of excruciating pain. Taggon flexed his fingers in the arm, and when he couldn't feel his arm as well as he could his other, he knew that the plasma had cost him some feeling.
As for the second glob? It his some of his chest, luckily one of the most heavily guarded areas, but it still melted into his armour making a large black whole. His catcher layer was again exposed, showing a liquid-silver coloured substance. Taggon did not waste his time even as he grimaced, sheathed his claymore with a blur of his good arm, bringing up both his heavy-rapid fire pistols as he did so, aiming for Mire's neck and face area, with one, and with the other aiming for her trod. Taggon was farther away, and thus had additional time to take aim, and with his pistols which were meant for quick-fire and heavy damage purposes, he was given the time to take more careful aim, as he pulled his triggers.
Taggon slowly took steps to the side, making sure the cover which he had was just behind him as he walked.
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