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Post by Sinn on Mar 3, 2015 19:24:07 GMT
The early explosion surprised More, and the femme hopped back, raising a forearm to shield herself from any errant plasma headed her way. As a result, she did not see Taggon rise to his feet, scorched, but still fully operational, and draw a pair of pistols.
The first round hit her in the very limb she was using to shield herself; the bullet thudded into her wrist and blasted away the outer level of her armor in a shower of sparks and shrapnel, leaving a scorched pockmark there.
The second hit her in the stomach, which was more vulnerable, and punched two-thirds of the way through the single layer of armor her abdomen possessed, causing her to double over in surprise, the air rushing from her intakes. Knowing a third shot was likely, Mire fired her pedial boosters frantically and rolled sideways, kicking up a great ploom of dirt and symultaneously launching a second missile as she returned to her feet. As the missile went out, Mire's other arm shifted into a machine gun, and Mire began to spray rounds at Taggon..... The machinegun was not powerful, but its bullets had a wide spray-radius, and it shot better than 1500 rounds per minute.
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Post by Supernova Mavrix on Mar 3, 2015 19:34:48 GMT
About two miles north of the fight, a sound of something clearing the atmosphere could be heard as a meteor like object is seen emerging and descending from the clouds.
Falling at speeds far exceeding that of regular Earth based jets at top speed, it didn't take long for the object, now looking like a Cybertronian escape pod to crash on the ground with a very loud *BOOM*.
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Post by Supernova Mavrix on Mar 3, 2015 19:53:51 GMT
Half an hour later, the pod opens to reveal a femme Predacon walking out of it. She scans her surroundings as she yawns. Impressed by the planet's lively views and lush greenlands, she takes the opportunity to explore. She jumps high into the air and transforms into her alternate mode. A two-tailed Falcon. And she flies away, searching for signs of Cybertronians.
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Post by Taggon on Mar 3, 2015 23:59:15 GMT
Another missile was fired, and the vehicon wanted to calmly ask the femme if she would stop soiling the fight with her very painful and annoying projectiles. Taggon knew all it would take was one hit from the missiles, and he would be inadequate for fighting. The vehicon kept moving to the side as the missile screeched for him--it was then that it blew up. The femme's machine gun fire that had sprayed the area with bullets had set the missile off almost as quickly as she had launched it. More plasma melted through the ground, and a bit more splattered against the vehicon, only in more of a droplet size. He grunted, ignoring the stinging that was occurring to him as he ran in a sprint to the side, steadily aiming and keeping his trigger pointed downwards, aiming for Mire. His own bullets flew, perhaps not as quickly as Mire's, thanks to the more powerful weaponry.
Small bullets began to clank against Taggon, but the vehicon kept running to the side. His armor took small and little bullets very well, and was able to withstand them the best. His design was especially made to counter guns, so the bullets made small clanking noises as they hit him, his armor sustaining him. A few bullets hit him where his chest had been scorched, but the catcher layer was waiting for them, it's design meant to catch heavier bullets which might get past his armor. Taggon sustained little damage from the bullets, as he connoted to run to the side, hammering his guns against Mire, one aiming for her feet and the other aimed for her mid torso, meaning to his her where she depended on a less tougher and flexible armor. Taggon never noticed the predicon flying just above him thanks to his fire, however he did hear the slightest beat of wings, though he ignored it for the most part, focused on his adversary and the gunfire making a nice amount of noise already.
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Post by Sinn on Mar 4, 2015 1:04:09 GMT
Mire rolled again, and the bullets kicked up chunks of soil as they struck the ground far behind her. As she came back to her feet, One smacked into the base of her shoulder, but just as it had prevented major injury with the claymore, the heavy armor there kept the bullet from doing more than leaving an ugly mark and a dent. Mire rolled again, directly forewards, and narrowly dodged another salvo aimed at her midsection. The bullets screamed over her arched back mid-roll, streaking off into the distance. Another skimmed the sides of her shins, shearing off paint, but doing little to the actual armor.
Having closed half the gap between herself and Taggon with the diagonal rolls, Mire kited around Taggon, both servos now morphed into machine-guns, spraying a blistering stream of lead at the battered Vehicon.
He was worn down in many places, and with the machine-guns' wide, messy trajectories, it would be bordering on impossible to dodge all of them all the time. Mire, quite simply, intended to wear Taggon down. The lightning-fast transformation-gears in her forearms snapped into action after perhaps five seconds of continued fire, and one servo was once again a missile-launcher. A plasma-rocket streaked out towards Taggon, Mire halting her machinegun fire as it went out. At this range, a pre-mature detonation could very well harm her.
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Post by Taggon on Mar 4, 2015 1:25:21 GMT
Taggon was battered, but he had experienced worse. His endurance had yet to be quenched, but he was still getting hurt. He took steps back as Mire rolled for him, recycling the time which she was using to approach him to hastily reload his guns by just letting the clips fall out of their holders, and quickly slapping the new clips in that were latched to his belt. it was easy, since he just swiped the gun handles into place, catching the clip and locking it into place in the gun quickly. Mire had destroyed most of the distance between them, raining down her machine guns upon him. At a closer range, the bullets showered upon Taggon, and he took a small jump back, where the tip of the hill was the created the bridge. holding his guns up and raising his fore-arms, he felt the bullets hit him, battering his fore-arm armor though it was extra machine gun resistant. It was still going to be able to take more hits after this, but it was being used nonetheless.
When the machine gun fire stopped, at the tip of the hill now, Taggon saw Mire's fourth attempt to burn him alive came into play, as she pointed her arm at him so that he missile could fly fourth. Taggon refused to exert some of his small frustration in a cuss word, instead he raised his guns in response, the distance between them had been lengthened only slightly, since Mire had followed him, taking her turn to rain bullets upon him. Taggon was weary, but he was a war-machine, and had fought battles that had lasted days.
Taggon pulled his triggers aimed for Mire's arm, as the missile was set forth on it's course, the mech taking a step forth as to add an odd for hitting the missile with one of his guns, while the other shot for Mire's face. Taggon's steady servos took careful aim, and at such range he might suffer some more plasma damage, but he would not suffer it nearly as much as Mire would, since it was fresh from her arm. It would take extreme training to hit it, yet Taggon had displayed good accuracy before. His main focus was with his servo which was aimed for the missile, his other hand which was aimed for Mire's face was just there soul to distract. The missile blew up after the second bullet came barreling from Taggon's weapon, setting it off at an early stage in it's course. Taggon tried to leap back at the last moment, but he would be receiving damage anyways.
((GTG unfortunately.))
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Post by Sinn on Mar 4, 2015 1:50:34 GMT
Mire rolled back as soon as she saw what Taggon was once again about to do.
Consequentially, the early detonation did not harm her to any great degree, and the bullet aimed for her face missed.
Unfortunately for Taggon, missiles were quite fast. While the bullet meant to detonate it had indeed struck, it might not have struck as soon as Taggon had hoped. The missile detonated short of him, but only by around 10 meters, leaving plenty of plasma and fire to scorch him, along with the Shockwave to weather. The shockwave itself buffeted Mire as well, causing her to overbalance and roll backwards once again accidentally. She regained her feet unsteadly, lower legs slightly singed and spotted from minor plasma-spray, and shifted her arms back into machine-guns, blitzing Taggon with several thousand rounds, before dashing forward, weapons convertng back to fists, which drew her Kamas.....
Mire was not quite as damaged as Taggon, but she was not uninjured, either. The hole in her stomach bled steadily, a trickle of energon running down her stomach, dripping from her thighs and pelvic armor.... The wound on her side, shallower by a good deal, had sealed over, and neither the dent in her wrist nor the cleft in her shoulder-armor from Taggon's sword had bled at all. However, the dented casing on her wrist made the joint slightly tight; that hand was slightly slower than the other. Consequentially, it stayed back, Kama poised as an elegant guard against any counter-attack, while her other blade sat pointed forward, ready to attack with or parry.....
Deeply focused on Taggon, Mire didn't really register the Predacon overhead...
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Post by Taggon on Mar 4, 2015 13:31:54 GMT
Again plasma reached for Taggon's form, the vehicon again given little time to maneuver. The liquid surged for him, and so the vehicon ducked to the side, letting the majority of the liquid flow over his helm, as more singed and splashed onto his back. He was taking more damage then Mire, thanks to her accursed missiles. The mostly went over Taggon thanks to the small bit of cover which was just to his side. The plasma that did hit him created more deep and wide weak spots, revealing more of his form just past his third layer of armor. Taggon's form was mostly black now, covered in Plasma spots. The shockwave forced the cement and the bits of hill to shower down on Taggon as well, burying him in some of it,
One of Taggon's guns was forced from his form in the process, while the other was clung onto as the hill fell upon him, causing dust to pack up as well as rubble. Taggon checked a system or two with his flickering visor, and found that a few of his gadgets were still functional, lucky for him. Taggon paused a moment, gathering his bearings from the pain and the rock which was now in some of his body. Taggon sprang from the rubble which he was in, his powerful functions forcing him through the rock, one of his servos shoving a large chunk of rubble at Mire's guarded form. His other servo clanked to his side, the heavy duty pistol in it's holster, as Taggon primed his systems. Playtime was over.
Taggon stepped out of the rubble as folds opened in his ankles, revealing small handles of blades which had been selexcgd in the stored selection. Knicks flicked upwards into bother of Taggon's servos, one an explosive knife, the other a normal blade. He threw both rapidly at Mire's lower half, aiming for her legs where he blade did not guard, and as more explosive and normal knives flicked into the air, the knife thrower expertly caught them by the handle, and launched them at first Mire's legs, then her arms, and then her chest as he swept his form to the side, ignoring the pain in his back. He faced his opponent full on, running around her in a semi-circle as he launched his blades, his intention to over whelm her, yet keep her at a distance which should she launch yet another missile, she would be receiving at least half the damage. Taggon was pushing himself into more and more of a hard core fight, as the pain shifted along with his form. His blades which measured a little longer then four feet flying for their targets, half of them having an exploding function.
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Post by Sinn on Mar 5, 2015 3:36:58 GMT
Mire merely shifted her guard by a few degrees to shear the hurled rock into harmless fragments. Advancing as Taggon emerged from the rubble, she raised her scythes to attack.....
Then rapidly backed off as Taggon began to draw knives. The first pair was deflected neatly, Mire's Kamas shifting to match the blades' trajectories, sending either blade spinning off in opposite directions. Likewise, the second pair was batted away, albiet a bit more frantically. It was the thord salvo that caught Mire off guard: where she had been expecting two blades, Taggon lobbed three at her in rapid succession, aimed at three different parts of her, no less. Mire batted one away, but as Taggon shifted targets to aim at her arm, Mire's guard was broken, and the dagger slammed into her wrist with a "thunk", blade sticking in the close gap between the two halves of hr wrist-guard. The dagger slid perhaps 20 or 25 centimeters into the thick armor, forcing the armor's two segments apart by perhaps two inches. A few drops of energon beaded around the wound, running down her wrist and hands as the tip sliced through a few dermal energon-vessels...
Little real damage was done, as it was her un-dented wrist which was hit, but the impact staggered her long enough for Taggon's third dagger to slam into her upper left chest with a solid "thwack".
Optics widening at the dagger's ominous click perhaps a milisecond after impact, Mire dropped a kama and pried the exploding blade from her chest, just as it loosed its first "beep". Mire lobbed the dagger back at Taggon upon its second "beep", and it detonated between them, harming neither, but obscuring both from oneanother with a pall of smoke. Shouting in anger at the succesful hit and near-loss, for, an explosive device detonating so close to her faceplate would surely net such against an opponent as on-his-toes as Taggon, Mire drew her scythe back up and lunged thrpugh the smoke at Daggon, Kamas forward to dismember him....
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Post by Taggon on Mar 5, 2015 5:04:15 GMT
Taggon's knife had exploded half way, but the vehicon had kept moving to the side, drawing two more knives, these weapons daggers rather then simply knives, a longer and thicker class of blade. One was explosive sure enough, while the other was normal, though both were barbed on their backsides. As the smoke came through, resulting in Mire plunging for his form with her Kamas, Taggon had ran ever so slightly to the side, and had been in mid skid as he tried to stop his form, one of his legs jutting outward to study himself quickly as Mire came out of the smoke once more. She had done it many a time previously, so with his knives, knowing that she would have come through the smoke one way or another, whether she did get partially blown up or not, she would try to use the smoke as a surprise. It was a good strategy, but Taggon, much like Mire, had made his own calculations on his opponent, and was not to be fooled with a smokescreen in a fight with her so easily.
Mire's form came for Taggon's battered and also partially bleeding body, as he slightly skidded to a halt, his body lowered as his fists which clenched the daggers were brought back. The blades which Mire used made slits on his shoulders as they caused sparks, as Mire's tackle played out, with speed he brought one of his dagger clenched fists upward, as his own helm and shoulders were brought downward. With the strength invested in his good arm, Taggon heaved upwards with his blade point first, letting the knife cleave towards the point just below her neck at a diagonal angle, slicing his blade at her as half of his knuckled fist smashed for the place as well. With a strong force focused upon the said point exclusively, Taggon perhaps forced Mire's body upwards a little, as he arose from his slight duck, letting go of his knife if it was sliced into place, which clicked once. As his form came up with her heading upwards and outwards, Taggon used the leg which he had previously planted and his hind panels which triggered his jet pack to boost upwards with haste, attempting to deliver a strong kick to Mire's side. Taggon's form had been rotating as he had planted his blade and his blow, so as he delivered his kick, it had had a slight spin to it, creating extra momentum as well as kinetic energy to pound into Mire, encouraging her form to fly away from his, providing her but a second to remove the knife. Taggon's visor face her, his deep red v-shaped visor showing relatively no emotion as he carried out his move.
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Post by Novartis on Mar 5, 2015 7:21:49 GMT
(( oh sorry once again. And sorry about the delay in posting and rp delay in general. I have been bogged down by exam studies and illness. ))
*Nova vented as the cool water surrounded her, she opened her optics and noticed a trail of energon blood flowing freely to the surface. She looked down at the now large wound of her femur. She vents deeper as she realised how stuffed she was.
Maybe this cool lake wouldn't be so bad...*
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Post by Riptide on Mar 7, 2015 5:29:23 GMT
((Sorry for making you wait Bruiser.))
Riptide yelped as the blast struck him in the chestplate. He flew back a few feet and landed on his backplating. The mech groaned and put his servo over the wound. He felt the energon running out between his digits.
~Gah! I wasn't made to fight a guy like this.~
He heard the fight between Mire and Taggon nearby and sighed, hoping his old friend was doing okay. He didn't dare take his optics off his enemy though. Sure, he could retreat, but then Taggon would have double trouble. No way was he leaving the vehicon to that. Rip growled a little as he struggled to think of a strategy. He looked at the mech's thigh and saw his cutlass still stuck in there. That's when he grinned.
~Gonna have to make this fast...~
He dashed forward, his remaining cutlass held tightly in his right servo. He yelled and waved it above his head, acting as though he was making a final charge. Right as he reached Deathwish, he slid to the side. Riptide grabbed the hilt of the cutlass buried in the mech's thigh and used his momentum to swing around behind the mech. He came up on a knee and yelled as he stabbed his blade forward, hoping to stab through the con's lower back.
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Post by Kaocon Death Wish on Mar 7, 2015 15:01:50 GMT
((Sorry for making you wait Bruiser.)) Riptide yelped as the blast struck him in the chestplate. He flew back a few feet and landed on his backplating. The mech groaned and put his servo over the wound. He felt the energon running out between his digits. ~Gah! I wasn't made to fight a guy like this.~He heard the fight between Mire and Taggon nearby and sighed, hoping his old friend was doing okay. He didn't dare take his optics off his enemy though. Sure, he could retreat, but then Taggon would have double trouble. No way was he leaving the vehicon to that. Rip growled a little as he struggled to think of a strategy. He looked at the mech's thigh and saw his cutlass still stuck in there. That's when he grinned. ~Gonna have to make this fast...~He dashed forward, his remaining cutlass held tightly in his right servo. He yelled and waved it above his head, acting as though he was making a final charge. Right as he reached Deathwish, he slid to the side. Riptide grabbed the hilt of the cutlass buried in the mech's thigh and used his momentum to swing around behind the mech. He came up on a knee and yelled as he stabbed his blade forward, hoping to stab through the con's lower back. Death Wish would put away his shotgun, and would begin to slowly walk over to the smaller mech, he did not want to put himself in a compromising position by running up on him. As Death Wish saw Riptide begin to make his move with his cutlass raised high, he got a grin on his scarred face, and began to run towards his enemy, with his weapon ready for combat. As Riptide made his was down, Death Wish would react, a little late, and jump over Riptide, not wanting to trip over him. Riptide would then make his turn, but instead of hitting Death Wish in the back, he hit him in a more armored part...his rear end, to the right side, which was well armored, so it wouldn't hurt his extremely bad, but it would not be pleasant, especially if he tried to sit down. Holy Kaon Pits! You couldn't have aimed a little higher Riptide!As Death Wish landed on the ground, he would turn around to face his enemy, and would fire a couple of Riot Cannon shots, just so he could get enough time to look at his wound. ((By the way, I would say the cutlass would go in about half 1/4 to half way up the blade into Death Wish's armor/posterior)).
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Post by Sinn on Mar 7, 2015 18:18:53 GMT
Mire snarled with pleasure as the blades of her Kamas sheared into Taggon's shoulders. The wounds they would produce would very likely be large and deep, as the weapons were suited for hacking through all varieties of armor to make nasty wounds.
It was a shame they had struck only the raised armor-pauldrons of the Vehicon's shoulders, but blood drawn was blood drawn. As taggon thrusts a knife at her, she rips one scythe free and smashes the weapon's guard into Taggon's servo as he stabs at her. Consequentially, the blade makes a long, deep scratch across her chestplate, catching on the dip in its middle, throwing sparks, and flipping out of Taggon's hand with the impact, skittering off into the dirt.
It detonates a second later. The exploion rocks Mire, buffeting her with smoke and heat, just as Taggon worms away and kicks at her. Mire grunts at the impact, but takes it well, tucking her helm and extremities in and rolling with the energy of the kick. She comes back to her feet, the minor wounds on her chest glistening with energon that beads around the cuts, but is not in sufficient quantity to produce a drip yet. The armor there is thick, and all Taggon's blades have really accomplished there with their multiple strikes is to strike the minor dermal energon vessels just beneath the surface of the hard metal's outer layer.
Mire lunges forewards, then jumps and spins, whipping both scythes at Taggon consecutively, as well as thrusting out a foot to pound him into the ground with.....
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Post by Taggon on Mar 8, 2015 1:47:09 GMT
The knife thrower was beginning to grow slightly weary thanks to his injuries. Still, yet another lunge at him was very predictable, since Mire seemed to be so fond of lunges and smoke. Taggon's shoulders had been sliced, and energon did leak through them, but he still had control over his appendages. Taggon gave a small jump back, letting her hit nothing as he used one free arm to quickly draw his remaining Heavy pistol. He fired quickly at first for Mire's neck twice, then he angled his pistol to blast at her wound on her lower torso, planning to use the weak spot for thus, and finally he used another few shots to blast at her for-arms--they were more experimental though, but nonetheless the powerful weapon was aimed for it's target. Taggon continued to back up slightly, but only enough so that if Mire tried firing yet another missile, she would be her own undoing if she did so.
Taggon still clutched his knife, waiting for Mire's next move.
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Post by Sinn on Mar 8, 2015 4:41:54 GMT
Mire raised her scythes in a guarding position as soon as Taggon drew back. She pursued him as he retreated, blocking the shots at her neck and stomach. The maneuvers she uses to block, do, however, leave her more open for the shots that head for her arms a moment later.
Mire manages to block one, but the second smacks into the forearm with the stab-wound. The round thunders into the armor directly behind the wound, blasting away several small chunks of metal and leaving a deep indentation in the surface of her forearm, causing her to lose her grip on the weapon. The Kama nearly slips to the ground as Mire's hand spasms from the impact. She manages to re-affirm her grip at the last second, however, and keeps her hold on the scythe.
Annoyed at the attack, Mire advances on Taggon and sweeps one scythe upwards at Taggon, attempting to shear open the inside of his right thigh. The other Kama is brought around in a round-house swing meant to carve into Taggon's right arm....
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Post by Taggon on Mar 8, 2015 12:07:47 GMT
Taggon continued to back up, as Mire approached him. The odds weren't in his favor, he was out-gunned, and possibly going to lose. It reminded him too well of his younger teenager-like ages. He was not ancient, but he was experienced, and had many tales to tell. In response to the shearing for the leg, Taggon simply jutted his knee spike upwards, parrying the strike with his knee while he swiped his arm in such a fashion that she would not carve into his arm, but so that he would catch her wrist once again this time by cleaving for the weak spot in her arm with his knife, slowing the strike as it dug and was guided into his higher shoulder armor. It did not hurt as much as it would have eon his arm, and though his shoulder armor was tough, some small drips of energon were produced. As he (possibly) occupied Mire's arm, he fired another two shots for her throat and optics, using the close range to his advantage.
Perhaps a savage method of dealing with her, but afterwards Taggon quickly withdrew, backing off with a light jump, and increasing his pace backwards, calculating that the trees were but behind him. A fast movement, and he could go into them. Even though he was battered, scorched, and hurting, the vehicon refused to give in. One of such pains he had experienced in his last capture was spark experimenting and removal, while before hand he had taken terrible hits from tortuing tools. His situation compared to that, it was as if he had received simply a punch and a kick.
Taggon took a second to glance at Riptide, though his time was precious, he was more nervous about the one who he had come to assist then he was about himself. Riptide could be brash--anyone could actually--but He had encountered Riptide as a Decepticon, and his pride had shown itself like a first-class polished golden medal. Taggon did respect the warrior with almost the same deep respect he held for Astrinal, but he knew he couldn't think of himself on this battle field. An old trick came into his mind, as tagged saw the purple and grey enemy of Riptide's aim a riot cannon at him.
::Riptide, try to throw the shots to the side if you can.:: Taggon sent a fast com-link. If it worked, the general direction of Mire, who was not facing the fight. Even if the shots didn't hit--they would provide some cover, which Taggon could try to use for the next little scheme. Taggon snapped his optics back to mire within the instant, his frontal-lobe of his processor acting up as quickly as it always had.
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Post by Sinn on Mar 10, 2015 4:30:40 GMT
As Mire's first strike was parried, and her other struck home on Taggon's armor, sinking deep into the metal, Mire grinned. The scythe that had scored a hit would very likely go all the way through Taggon's shoulder, armored or not, thanks to the angle of the strike.
As Taggon shoots for her, Mire bodyslams forwards, greater bulk smacking the gun to the side and throwing the shots wild, even as Taggon wisely backs off. The femme pursues him noiselessly, whirling her scythes rapidly. As she follows, the movements grow even more precise and speedy, until the spinning blades blurr, looking like glowing helicopter rotors instead of weapons.
Mire sweeps one arm at him, whirring kama beginning to ignite the air and form a halo of flame around the already glowing blade, then sweeps the other arm in turn, before completing the attack with a powerful kick made to strike Taggon in the torso and floor the smaller bot if he dodged the first two attacks.....
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Post by Taggon on Mar 11, 2015 12:02:53 GMT
((After you read the PM...I will put up a small struggle. Though I am surprised that Nova hasn't tried to poison me or anything.))
Taggon struggled to evade the strikes, as he continued need to back up. The forest was but a few paces. Tag's mind was flying with calculations on how to possibly get an upper servo, as his chassis aced and dripped energon from his shoulders. He ducked, avoiding the arm sweep, quickly veering to the right to attempt to dodge the other. It was then that a thought struck him. Equations to problems became something irrelevant as he came up with a different solution. His objects switched, as he slowly came upward.
Mire's kick landed perfectly in the center of his chest since he was in mid-duck, causing Taggon to be ground into the cement road. Taggon cringed in agony at the kick, as the femme's weight bore down upon him. Taggon knew that he was wanted by bounty hunters, and the DJD. He was somewhat near the top of the List, and one of Vos's so-called 'play things'. This Deception would most likely bring him to the DJD after she was done with him here...whatever that cost was. Taggon had placed the decision that in the long run, it mattered little.
What Taggon did do as one final move was to draw another knife for each arm, these blades coated with a deadly poison. This poison was clear, and since all of Taggon's knives were polished well, it would be extremely easy to mistake the glimmer of the poison for good polish. Very rapidly, Taggon stabbed both knives for both ankles, his aim for the small chinks in their armor. All it would take was one blade to get past the defenses before the poison would spread in her energon systems rapidly. The poison? This poison had nothing to do with rusting, spark attacks, or ventilation system blocking. Instead, this poison spread through energon quickly, destroying any oils or elements which prevented joints from rubbing against one another. This would result in moving to be terribly painful---if the blades made their marks.
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Post by Novartis on Mar 12, 2015 18:41:22 GMT
*Nova growls and then swims up to the surface. She slowly appears at the surface and gets a blow dart out. She loads it with her last dart on her belT and aims it at Taggon. She then blows on it and the dart shoots out to his arm.*
(( You asked for this : 3 ))
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