Raiza
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Post by Raiza on May 20, 2015 9:36:45 GMT
He had said a few wrong words, evidently. The femme was obviously getting aggressive, she even went as far as to bear her claws at him. So she stole for fun? It made Taggon wonder if he had made the quick assumption she was deeper than that, but he was still being too quick to judge, so he wouldn’t yet. Taggon remained calm, not even flinching before the femme as she threatened him with her claws, hissing at him. Kaon was not a place in which she held any real interest then. “Catscratch. No one is sending you back to Kaon.” Taggon said in a calm tone, his pitch never indicating whether he was amused or frightened by her behavior. The shout had indeed been loud, but Taggon had learned to never flinch before anything fierce or loud, comparing everything he had seen with Catscratch, the femme was nothing too scary yet. The vehicon kept his posture, his visor still facing her, concealing his faceplate entirely. “If you desire a fight, I will not be scared to fight you, but what precisely do you think you will accomplish assuming you defeat me?” Taggon asked, genuinely interested at what the response was. Perhaps she would justify trying to fight him or continue to threaten him with the fact that he had been trying to uncover some things about her, though that would make her more of a brute, unless she held some bad secrets which she didn’t want anyone to know. The thing was, she had been very straight forward, and quite to the point, and she had not demonstrated in too many ways she had a dark past. Being in Kaon was not a good place to be, but Taggon knew worse places. The way she had described it did imply that not her most favorite things had occurred there, but how deep was she? Taggon pondered on these thoughts as he waited for the result, his senses tuned; waiting for the femme to strike. "Oh? Do you desire a fight?", she asked him in curiousity as a slight flirt. "I do have to at least stretch my legs and scratch something", she said as she crouched down so she was bending her knees and crouching down like a cat. "You would make a nice scratch post", she said to him with a wink.
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Post by Taggon on May 20, 2015 12:44:12 GMT
((Might have to start paying attention to Astrinal, Sparkflare, and Danny's posts, since they decided to watch this play out and comment Raiza.))
Taggon was calmly standing before Astrinal made her way for him, arriving alongside her new companion, Sparkflare. Taggon heard the sly comment Astrinal had so easily let slip out of her mouth, making him want to spoil around and give her a very long explanation for his actions. He knew that if he did that, she would have antagonized him very successfully, and he always got the small feeling in the back of his helm she liked it, and knew just what to say to him to make him want to pipe up. The sad part was, she was fully aware of this habit, renowned in his helm for smirking at what he did and didn't do. Even if he didn't do the long explanation, she had possibility of gaining the knowledge that she had irritated him with the inquire. Taggon thus simply gave her a com-link message;
::I am examining her commander. Remember, I analyze things before I act ma'am.::
The instant Taggon sent the private transmission, he frowned at himself. Whether he replied or not, she would be humored. Frag. Yet he had to reply or she could tease him with the fact that he was either not replying, or too occupied staring at the Decepticon femme before him. Taggon was getting silently very aggravated with the situation that he was in and what it could branch into, and as if to deepen his frustration, he realized in his somewhat frantic calculations that he was amusing her even more if she could tell what he was thinking. So all he could hope was that his mask shielded him enough so that she didn't spot these little things out. Taggon continued to keep his v-shaped dark Prussian blue visor focused on Catscratches behavior. She was now acting flirtatious. How very interesting. So she took a small threat as a chance to prance around. It was strange.
"I was asking you first." Taggon answered formally, as if Catscratch was still making small musings. Taggon had not become serious yet, devoting his actions to the psalm, 'Look before you leap.' If she attacked, he would attack. it was as simple as that. If Astrinal still wanted to be humored, she would most likely let him do it alone. As for Sparkflare? Taggon let the mech think what he had to. While as his commander, Astrinal had to know precisely what he was up to while Sparkflare was free to think whatever thoughts crept into his brain module.
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Shatterbeam
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Could be messier.
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Post by Shatterbeam on May 21, 2015 18:25:27 GMT
Windtalker flapped into the room, sending a signal through the autotrooper again to Taggon.
::Ahm, ya need help little master?::
Windtalker had already got his combat for the day, so he would be fine with waiting. But he didn't want Taggon hurt in any way, whatsoever.
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Post by Sparkflare on May 21, 2015 20:40:01 GMT
At the back of Sparkflare's mind, he felt like he had to be somewhere as he peered over the corner. Then it hit him. He was to be back at the Autobot base. He was only here to help secure the mine. Sparkflare cursed under his breath. He didn't mean to have stayed here this long. He was only meant to be here until Astrinal checked out signal and the mine was secure. Whispering to Astrinal from behind the corner he didn't want to attract any attention to himself.
"Ma'am, can I request to groundbridge back to base? Primal might be wondering where I am. I was meant to wait for her by the terminal in the command centre."
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Raiza
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Post by Raiza on May 24, 2015 16:45:54 GMT
Carscratch lightly scoffed to herself after Taggon told her to answer his question first. Oh, what the heck? It always has to be ladies first. She found this vehicon quite intriguing when it comes to chit-chat. He knew what to say and when to say. She narrowed her eyes as if she was analyzing him. "Well", she began as her claw extended and lightly made a scratch on the torso of his armor. It was a playful manuever, not a threatening one. "If I'm up it, maybe I would", she slurred as her leg glazed against his waist before turning around and walking to the wall of the cave and she forcefully punched through the wall. Pulling it out hard, she had a cube of energon in her hand. "If you won't mind, I have business to attend to", she purred before she took her whip from around her waist and striked Taggon in the torso.
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Post by CallMeAst♥ on May 24, 2015 20:17:30 GMT
At the back of Sparkflare's mind, he felt like he had to be somewhere as he peered over the corner. Then it hit him. He was to be back at the Autobot base. He was only here to help secure the mine. Sparkflare cursed under his breath. He didn't mean to have stayed here this long. He was only meant to be here until Astrinal checked out signal and the mine was secure. Whispering to Astrinal from behind the corner he didn't want to attract any attention to himself.
"Ma'am, can I request to groundbridge back to base? Primal might be wondering where I am. I was meant to wait for her by the terminal in the command centre." "Ya, go ahead. Prime's probably got something else for you to do. Guess, I'll see you around Sparkflare." Astrinal turned her helm to look at the mech, obviously not alarmed by Catscratch's attempts to attack Taggon. Then, with a shrug of a shoulderpad, she turned her helm to observe Catscratch and Taggon.
:: Assuming you've got this, I'm gonna' hang about and watch. You know, observe and give constructive criticism. :: Astrinal spoke smirkish through the A-19 comm link. Astrinal was merely humoring herself, and yet really meaning what she said. She wanted to watch and see if Taggon had picked up anything, or some sort of new skills. Primus, It had been years since Taggon and herself had spared, and the last time she kicked his tailpipe- by a smidge of a millimeter.
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Post by Sparkflare on May 24, 2015 20:40:19 GMT
"Thanks. And yeah, see ya."
Taking a few steps back, taking a few seconds of watching the scraps just kick off before turning around 180 degreese. Nodding to Danny before he walked down the tunnel, his servo raised to the red part that made his visor connected to his helm. Sparkflare sent a commlink to the base for requested pick up. He had to get back quick so Feenix didn't walk into the halls and noticed he had ran off. The traditional green and purple swirling portal appeared in front of Sparkflare. Walking straight into the portal as a fizzle of the portals dust engulfed him as he went into the hall way to the swirling vortex as he travelled through the green and purple washing machine movement as it closed behind him. Signifying he made it to the other side.
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Post by Taggon on May 25, 2015 2:13:21 GMT
::No need Windtalker. I do not require your assistance. If you so desire, you may leave and carry out your own agendas. It is understandable if you are bored.:: Came the reply to Windtalker's com-message.
Taggon Could hear the small hints of playfulness in the femme’s voice, as she gave his armor a small scratch, running her sharp fingers down the chest cavity. She was flirting with him again, trying to use her exquisite frame to her advantage, or that was his theory. He did indeed face her with his visor, but he didn’t look to her to gaze upon her pretty face plate; any fool would know it did not hold a charm for him. No, Taggon watched her to see what her mask read, and to see if it reflected any of her own personality. All masks did. His mask did. Everyone had one or two traits which were imprinted right upon the shadow or hood that they might hide behind, two or one things that they could never hope to hide, try as they might. Taggon’s was loyalty. Or so he hoped. This femme? She flirted. She liked to mess with mech’s helms. She was hurt inside of course, but repeatedly, she tried to mess with him. Which only hinted that she was a bit of a snake. A flirtatious snake with a whip and cat-ears. Snakes were usually treacherous, though since he was an Autobot, perhaps he was only seeing her first layers…no one was perfect it would seem.
Catscratch’s previous clawing move hadn’t hurt much, it stung ever so slightly, but she hadn’t pierced his first layer of armor, and thus he didn’t feel much of her attack. Next she touched him again, this time on the torso. Taggon resisted the urge to hit her hard right there and then, he did not like her shameless audacity with her maneuvers at all. But he maintained his own desires, waiting for results. He would let her have some play time, until she would attack. Which Catscratch did, after increasing the distance between them. Of course, she couldn’t attack with her whip up close if she desired to lash at him. The whip flew for his chest, as if the claw scratch had been an ‘x-marks the spot’, but Taggon was not to be touched so easily. Even if her moves came out of the blue, Taggon had dealt with countless other combatants some of which used the same tactics. He even did that sometimes. He had even been watching her closely, waiting for her to strike throughout their talk, since he knew she eventually would.
The whip came for his chest, cracking through the air, but Taggon was quick as well. His arm came from his side, snatching a long dagger from his belt within a blink of an optic, as he let his peds slide him to the side, allowing the whip to narrowly miss his chest, dodging as his arm with the knife came up in unison, swiping through the air with its razor sharp tip, cutting through some of the top of the whip, as to ruin some of it range and design. Exactly two feet of the whip lightly hit the ground, as Taggon kept his stance, the whip would either be retracted or on the ground by now, so he would simply remain where he was. Astrinal sent him her reply, her amused tone chuckling in his audio receptor. She wanted to watch. Chance lead Taggon to be reminded of their last spar. Maybe she was thinking of how she had defeated him, though Taggon had a few things to say about it; in his book, though perhaps she may have won after all in the long fight, someone coming from behind and hitting him in the back of the head with a hammer and a sniper shooting him twice in the spine wasn’t something he would call fair. Then again, he hadn’t always been fair, so then again aybe he’d had it coming. Taggon refocused himself on Catscratch, waiting for her next move. He needed to experiment with a new tactic…and she would be the test subject.
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Raiza
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Post by Raiza on May 30, 2015 13:37:52 GMT
"Oh, good start", Catscratch purred as she sent the whip back to her, attaching it to her waist. Catscratch loved to purr comments to her opponents. It was a way of teasing with playfulness. Sometimes her comments can make her opponents turn from aggressive to calm. An emotion manipulator. A tense relaxer with the use of wording. Who knew her words helped like a lullaby? Catscratch smirked before she jumped onto the ceiling with her claws digging into the stone. Her heels made the same clanking noise as before as she crawled on the ceiling towards the mouth of the cave. "See you around", she sneered with a purr before disappearing.
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Post by Taggon on May 30, 2015 23:51:33 GMT
Taggon watched the femme disappear, off she went. As soon as she had come. Taggon tossed his knife into the air once, letting it flip several times before he caught it by the handle, and sheathed it. Cat scratch wasn't running in cowardice, no, he could tell she simply had decided she wouldn't waste her time fighting instead she would rather be elsewhere. He hadn't intimidated her, and she hadn't intimidated him, both had proved they had a cool helm when it came to combat. Or at least the start of it. Taggon recalled the last time he was defeated; it had been with a Decepticon femme about forty feet tall. She had kicked his skid plate. He had put up a fight, but her size was something that had deceived him, causing him to believe he had the advantage in speed. He had, but she had not been far behind him in that department, not to mention her plasma missiles had aided her in acquiring victory. Taggon had known he would have died that day had he not run. Now? Taggon wanted to face that femme again, see what he could do. This time...he would approach her from a distance. Hand-to-Hand combat with someone bigger, stronger, and almost as fast as him was something he felt like he could not afford to risk.
It was femmes like Catscratch or Hotwire, mechs like Stalaken and Tallymark that Taggon knew he could counter well. They too depended on their own agility to get the job done, but Taggon could usually figure out their moves, and then play along with them, recycling their aggressive maneuvers against them so that he would gain the upper servo quickly. He had been able to predict some of Mire's moves in the fight with her, but she had done the same to him. They had both walked away, only one had been victorious, and one had been forced to visit the medical bay. Taggon gave a small sigh as he stared in the direction which Catscratch had left. Perhaps one day they would have a real fight, and he would be able to see what she was really made of. So far he knew she kept herself in check with her flirtatious and calm manners...but she would lose control some if he tapped a delicate part of her past. To use mentioning of Kaon, maybe even guessing at what kind of terrible experiences, generalizing and playing with words would make her lose control. Which meant yes, something dark had happened there. Nonetheless, she was gone, and Taggon was now shifting his focus elsewhere.
Taggon turned to Astrinal, "That was brief. Nothing much to report ma'am. There were some things I picked up...but I am unsure on how to precisely pass judgement. She wears a mask though ma'am." There was no need to say he was working upon peeling at it. Why go to so much sweat over a femme? Taggon was seeking out Cybertronians which he knew had wilder natures which could be used as tools, and in time, those tools could prove useful. He just had to make sure the tools he selected could be cleaned of...how would he put it....'rust'. Taggon's processor gears turned patiently, as he made a few more calculations on a few other matters, a silence ruling the dark corridor as he faced the wall, thinking.
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Post by CallMeAst♥ on May 31, 2015 4:08:57 GMT
Astrinal had seemed to drift off, not really listening to Taggon. She'd turned to look at the ground and her surroundings, then back to Taggon when he was done talking. She looked at him for a few seconds, which then she turned and began to walk off. At first, it seemed like she was ignoring him, which the mood instantly changed. Swiftly drawing a throwing knife, Astrinal turned at a 180 degree angle and threw the knife. Astrinal didn't want to intentionally hurt Taggon, but merely test his attention span. Was he watching her every move? Or did he finally accept that Astrinal would never randomly throw a knife- or better yet get into a fight with him.
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Post by Taggon on May 31, 2015 5:59:53 GMT
Taggon continued to dwell on his plans and thoughts, when Astrinal began to move. She silently turned around to walk away, never motioning for him to follow, but nonetheless he quieted himself, letting her walk off. She never replied, which made him wonder if she was in need of alone time like she had after the events in the bar, when he had unintentionally brought up the topic of war in the midst of her cheer. It irked him still, how he could be a kill-joy. Astrinal continued to walk casually though, so she was either concealing her emotions, or she was just done here. Taggon had known her to simply leave after a small period of time, to just spontaneously fade off...but she usually liked to do it when no one was looking. Taggon had been facing her when she turned around quietly. It wasn't suspicious, but Taggon was puzzling over what she was up to or what her own move was. She didn't beckon him to follow, so he did not. She hadn't seemed in the slightest disturbed, and yet she was leaving. Then again, she had no logical purpose here.
Taggon would have shrugged to himself, should Astrinal not have suddenly whirled around and thrown a knife for him. The blade flashed as it headed for him, flying through the air. The throw had come literally out of the blue, with no logical reason to suspect her of such an action. As a spark beat passed by, Taggon forced himself to react, shifting his chest to the side, both his feet were planted, his right arm tucked to his chest while the other outspread some as the knife came. He had been granted little time to react, and had not seen the move coming since he had not expected Astrinal to attack at all---thus the knife skimmed his left shoulder, slitting a cut in the inward-positioned shoulder wheel. The room was quickly filled with a screeching sound before the knife planted itself in the wall behind Taggon, where Catscratch had been seconds ago. Taggon's tires had not been filled hardly at all, so the screeching ceased within the moment.
With his attention fully drawn to Astrinal, Taggon arched one of his optic ridges behind his mask. Her body had not been tense before she had thrown her knife, and it was not tense now. His visor continued to face her as he eased where his pads were planted, so he could move quickly once more if need be. Taggon waited for her next move, not attacking since he had yet to see what he had just stepped into. He needed to observe her more before he himself would know what to conclude. His body indicated no confusion or interest, just an emotionless posture, ready for action.
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Post by CallMeAst♥ on May 31, 2015 6:17:15 GMT
Astrinal stood in place, her front facing Taggon. The green femme held a small smile, almost as if she were humoring herself. Astrinal kept herself relaxed, she beginning to pace. Taggon was one who observed before fighting, but not really seeing the fight beneath. Astrinal pulled out a knife and began to twirl it in her hand, hopefully letting Taggon observe her hand tricks. Though, slowly her her other servo, she withdrew a blow gun from her side holster. She did this multi task movement for a few seconds, only to make Taggon wait. Then, when turning to pace the other way, Astrinal swiftly brought her blow gun to her lips and shot off two needles. The needles weren't covered in any form of poison or toxin, just plain old needles.
Astrinal began to chuckle, shaking her helm. She was really having fun. but what would make it better was Taggon's own reactions.
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Post by Taggon on May 31, 2015 7:02:14 GMT
Observing someone was something Taggon always tried to do before or as he was fighting. Like a book, Taggon would start at the first page, and then keep turning and looking from there. What he had first seen was indeed an attack, and as she brought another knife up to twirl it around, Taggon simply narrowed his optics. He remained as was, stone still as he watched her every move. her knife spin was something that was meant to catch the optic, and unfortunately for Astrinal, she gave it away to him before she even started her next move. The slight smirk was one which held small amusement, meaning she had something up her sleeve. Her optics glinted it as well, not that Taggon needed to know this. She could have been wearing a mask just as he did, and he would have known what she was up to; They had been working together a while, and when it came to those with fast reflexes--they often multitasked in a variety of ways. Taggon sometimes would use words, since in someone's sub-conscious they always expected someone else to complete their sentence. This could be an effective tactic if engaged in knife-throwing. Distractions of any kind were, and thanks to them, one person often could achieve victory.
Her subtly was praiseworthy, but she still moved, and Taggon multi-tasked often, whether inside or outside of combat. The dart-gun was fired, thus sending the two projectiles straight for him as they whispered through the air. Taggon saw them coming, instead of dodging once more, he slid his servo over the hilt of his large dagger used previously for slicing through Catscratches whip, gripping the hilt of the weapon. Taggon's right servo blurred as he used the broadside of his blade to rapidly slap the darts out off course, nullifying some of their speed as they too were sent into the stone. Taggon flipped his dagger so that the blade tip was no longer pointing to the ground. Taggon slowly walked to the side, his optics fixed on Astrinal, watching her closely...it was crossing through Taggon's mind that she could try to use her surroundings to her advantage. What was the point of all this? Taggon noticed she wasn't using her deadlier weapons, so this was a spar, no doubt. The only question that was to be asked was who would win; which Taggon intended to give the answer soon.
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Post by CallMeAst♥ on May 31, 2015 7:24:17 GMT
Astrinal chuckled smugly to herself, watching as Taggon deflected the shots. Ast began to circle around the vehicon, only wishing for the vehicon to do so as well. While doing so, Astrinal returned Taggon's look, beginning to mockingly study Taggon as well. Without looking, or giving away her next moves, Astrinal gripped the strange device she'd found in the cybertronian capsule eariler, and firmly held down a button on it's hilt. Nothing in Astrinal's arm jolted, it just hung there like she was normally walking.
Then, releasing the button, Astrinal swiftly changed weapons to a throwing knife and tossed it at Taggon. The knife oddly missed Taggon, breezing past his left side. If Taggon turned around to see where the knife went, Astrinal suddenly- 'disappeared'. Her figure closed like a hologram, shrinking in a blink of an eye and disappearing.
Silently, the real Astrinal swiftly changed from behind some rocks, grabbing the incoming blade by the blade and flipping in her hand. The knife did cut her palm, but not enough to stop her from attacking. Astrinal hence kicked off her left ped and preformed a mid height round house kick, and to come back around with three precise knife cuts to Taggon's throwing shoulder. The attacks were in a combo fashion.
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Post by Taggon on May 31, 2015 8:11:42 GMT
She was in the humorous mood obviously. Taggon was focused on the image of Astrinal, who quickly drew another blade, as to launch the sharp object at him. Taggon gave a small leap straight forward rolling on the floor and halting in a squat like stature, only to find that his commander faded into nothingness. Rustling sounded behind him, in the faintest form, causing him to turn slightly around before the kick Astrinal had intended for his mid section went straight for his upper chest, thanks to the squat. This was not the only blessing however. Astrinal had come from behind, but she had made the estimation of where he would be. Taggon had intended for his roll to land him near to Astrinal, as to strike. Now she came from behind, but the distance between them had increased, enough for there to be more time to react, yet she wouldn't be too far away in the sense that she would miss.
The kick did land on his chest, causing him to grunt and be scooted back a few inches, his feet scraping against the stone floor. The slicing for his shoulder followed, a blade creating a long slice across his shoulder pad, though it never fully breached the first layer of armor, due to the extra distance, her blade was slicing him with the tip. Before the second one followed Taggon snapped his left servo upward, though it was not at all to deflect the blows. No, his hand snaked for Astrinal's right servo, the agenda of the hand to wrap around her right wrist. If the servo fulfilled it's mission, the vehicon would give the wrist a sharp and powerful yank, as to prevent her second blow from reaching him, all the while the arm would get in the way of the third, as Taggon would let go, allowing her to skid off, away from him without landing her next to blows should his aforesaid maneuver work.
Even then, Taggon would not cease in his counter measures. He would throw his own knife for the ceiling above where she would land, the knife would detonate upon impact, sending rock hurtling for Astrinal. Taggon never grinned, though he knew he may have forced Astrinal's servo to do a few moves he knew she might.
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Post by CallMeAst♥ on May 31, 2015 8:27:17 GMT
After the series of both blocks and attacks, Astrinal found herself underneath a series of falling rocks. Drawing her sword, Astrinal used it to deflect the rocks. They would fall towards the side, but causing Ast partial impact results. Once the rocks stopped falling Astrinal found herself spread apart from Taggon. Then, silently, Astrinal slightly crouched in a stance, holding her sword to have the tip point at Taggon. Then, with one of her servos, she motioned for him to attack in a cocky fashion.
"Your Turn." She spoke shortly.
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Post by Taggon on May 31, 2015 13:21:53 GMT
When his mind had been a much more....simple place, Taggon had viewed Astrinal as an enemy, not only that, but since he had beaten her she had become an inferior life form in his optics, and some of his programming even told him she was no doubt some kind of scum scraped off the side of a slum, and remodeled to look like she was good for something. IN short, his programming, when it had retained a much more firm grip on his mind and soul, caused him to believe that he had beaten her, she was thus inferior, and it was his job to see to it she died one way or another. Then time played around with him, batting him back and forth, until he found himself doing what he would have thought the silliest things; he was voluntarily mining for the Autobots, he was serving Astrinal who had ironically become his superior, and he himself was an Autobot by his own choosing. Now that they were fighting again, small memories of them colliding before washed through the back of his helm, though it all blipped through his mind within the seconds of the femme landing gracefully, and batting the rocks aside. They were fighting again, but to him, it felt strange that there was no hate any longer, though he knew why. It was just funny; he had come to believe they wouldn't fight again, though he himself was starting to enjoy this little play-battle. Yes, that was the word for it. This was a play-battle. Of course, he would still fight like his life was on the line...
After Astrinal parried the rocks, challenging for him to continue. Taggon found he was actually smiling behind his mask for the first time in--well, all week. In response to her previous dare, out of Taggons arms came one stick each, each thick stick-looking object which had clicked out of the sides of his fore-arms literally fanned into large bucklers, with razor-sharp ridges, much like a saw version of a shield, which solidified, as they both spun beginning to swirl faster and faster. It had been but a second since Astrinal's soft words, Taggon surged forward as to engage, it was a simple tactic, and there were many counter attacks to this, but Taggon had his own plans. At ten feet away from Astrinal, Taggon shot up his left arm, letting the saw-shield fly from his arm, which was another one of it's abilities. The saw itself was capable of cutting through a sol;id block of steel, so she would have to react quickly of course. As for the other blade, Taggon just continued to step forth, but did so as to control his every move. If Astrinal did what he believed she might, he would be ready for her. The saw can roaring for the femme's chest...
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Post by CallMeAst♥ on Jun 1, 2015 3:33:06 GMT
Since Taggon and Astrinal's spar, the Head of Surveillance realized that Taggon's accuracy and speed had gotten' much better. In her opinion, she assumed Taggon had been waiting for an opportunity like this. Leaning backwards, Astrinal used her acrobatic frame to dodge the hurling blade entirely. For a split second, her backplace had arched at a negative 90 degree angle. Swiftly, Astrinal performed a back handspring to move back onto her peds. Then, almost instantly, Astrinal charged forward with her blade extended.
Once she was in close range, Astrinal prepared her first attack, swinging her sword towards Taggon's torso region.
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Post by Taggon on Jun 1, 2015 7:26:01 GMT
Astrinal's evasive maneuvers were applaudable, Taggon would give her that. While Taggon was the calculative type, he held a small secret during this fight, something which he would prefer Astrinal not to know; he was improvising almost entirely. Tagn was making an effort for reading her moves, and thus so far she was not doing precisely what he had thought she might; but nonetheless she was still setting the proper stage that he desired in this combat round. His saw dug into the wall behind her, giving him the opening for the kind of attack she used, the one of the attacks which would be perfect for using the shield to his advantage. Taggon had known she was more likely to dodge the shield than to deflect it, hence she would use her dodge as a part of her next move. She had resided to swordplay, which meant things would get---entertaining. As Taggon continued to run forward, in the same amount of time which Astrinal got to her feet once more to charge and slice, Taggon gave a jump.
As he did so, Taggon tucked his legs into his chest, performing a perfect summer-salt in the air as his single saw shield was used to jut out in mid flip, deflecting the blow from the sword which had originally been designed to cut into his chest. Taggon landed on his saw-shield embedded in the rocky wall, his back exposed to Astrinal for but a split second, before his tucked legs sprang, shooting Taggon backwards semi-barreling over Astrinal, his back plating missing her helm by a foot. The vehicon's form whistled as it curved through the air so that he would land behind her, facing her back with his dark blue visor. Taggon's legs landed in a squat-like stance once more as the fist without a saw-sheild was brought back, and within the second he had landed was shoved forward, his clenched left servo aimed for landing a solid and hard punch to the center of Astrinal's back. Taggon was playing semi-defensive now, still retaining his calm attitude and less vicious weaponry, not at all using brass knuckles or sharp blades to dig into Astrinal's spine, but he had punched for her back with almost full force.
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