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Post by Cutlass on Sept 27, 2009 0:31:25 GMT -5
The orange motorcycle turned into the area, slowing the whole time. The rider sat there for several seconds, before flickering into oblivion. Cutlass didn't sense any humans, Autobots, or even Decepticons. Then again, he wasn't trying to hard. He had implemented a program in his processor that would randomly select a day that he would devote to practice.
He was designating the area that he wouldn't leave during this session, overall not too big, just what seemed to be an off road driving course and a little into the woods. He started moving forward, his two wheels well balanced over the ground. He was designating targets inside of his zone, when he reached the edge of his practice arena. Making a sharp turn, Cutlass revved his engine, shooting forward. Halfway across his circle, he initiated the transformation to his robot form.
His wheels moved so that they were sitting beside each other, while his seat turned into his legs. The gas tank and the front zone of his motorcycle form turned up to form his torso with the headlights on his chest. While his arms were popping out of the engine, his head also rose. Cutlass rolled backwards to his feet, the wheels on his back, the front of the bike having turned to form his chest. It was just his transformation.
Right after landing on his feet, Cutlass rose his arms, shooting at the first two of his targets without truly aiming. He had sunk into his trance, where he could fight without any mental difficulties. The two trees were holed, and another two were impacted. He was so focused, or unfocused, that anything could walk up to him and he wouldn't notice it. He sheathed his hand guns, bringing his energon blades forth. He charged a cluster of the Earth plants, stabbing into one with the sword and yanking it out. He swung his other arm, the bark in the plant feeling the bite of his blade. It slid out, not too difficult. He looked around, trying to figure out the next target he would assault. Before he was done, he would have to make this look more natural.
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Post by Interceptor on Sept 27, 2009 1:27:22 GMT -5
In his normal car mode (as seen in the sig), Interceptor detected a Decepticon up in the distance. Diminishing his signal, he'd be hard to read for the Decepticon. He saw him randomly describe two live targets up ahead. He noted how well armed the 'Con was with blades, where as he only had guns. To try or not to try? Hm. He could take it, he was quick. This would be a fun test. He already had an initial goal in mind.
Energon blades. Lovely. Well he had a surprise for him too.
Interceptor charged, initiating full turboboost, moving in a silver, faint blurr amidst transforming into his bot form, two machine guns at his sides, ready to be drawn quickly.
"Training, I see? Good to see you're not using 'live' targets." he smirked, aquamarine optics flashing brightly as he moved towards him in a blurr.
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Post by Cutlass on Sept 27, 2009 1:50:30 GMT -5
Decepticon or not, Cutlass was not deaf. He heard the silver car advancing in his direction. Heard, and reacted. As the blur approached, transforming into a robot, Cutlass had been leaping, to get out of the way and come into a new fighting stance. He brought up his arm, getting ready to slice the Autobot to shreds. he looked at the shining example of a robot, and his thinking was coming into play more. Who was this new comer?
Yes, I was training. Where do you really get off attacking me Autobot? What Cutlass didn’t realize when he said ‘Autobot’ like it was profanity, was that he had received so much misinformation throughout the war. And, plus, why would I be using ‘live’ targets when I could count on you to show your face? He ran to the side as this guy was quick to move in his direction. Cutlass tried to jump behind him, swinging one arm in a feint. If it worked, the Autobot would waste energy, distracted, trying to block. His right arm was the distraction, swinging up from an almost right angle to the ground, so as to slice up the silver leg. The left sword, Cutlass stabbed forward with that, leaving enough room so that he could launch himself out of the way of an attack should this larger(?) robot have hurdled its body at him.
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Post by Interceptor on Sept 27, 2009 2:18:32 GMT -5
"I'm glad to see I'm kind of needed." Interceptor replied with a smirk as he shifted into his first retaliation.
Interceptor saw the feint coming, but was still on guard of its potential movement, so he stopped on a dime and shifted his leg back, immediately directing himself closer to the path of the blade that was striking straight forward at him.
His arms already up on guard, they shifted in another blur and the right one parried the long Energon blade. Rocketing forward with impressive force, the other hand stand checked just above and beyond the right hand doing the parry, which actually turned into a lose but forceful grab. The speed and strength of the move in addition to his weight could very well quickly send the blade zipping towards Cutlass's own leg straight in.
He moved in fast and sure enough that the arm stayed parallel to the ground with the hand against the checked point, ready to slam an elbow into chest plate/collar area just as the knife was threatening to stab down....This guy seemed quick, it might not work at its full potential...but it would be a good attempt regardless.
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Post by Cutlass on Sept 27, 2009 22:10:23 GMT -5
As his left arm shot forward, Cutlass felt his opposition grasp his blade, pushing it down. Pure reaction, Cutlass took a step back using his left leg, whilst simultaneously spinning on his right. In doing so, he twisted his arm clockwise, trying to weaken the hand's grip, while pulling it away from Interceptor. After doing that, Cutlass tried to leap towards his right some, to get a better angle of attack on the bigger bot. As he was moving through the air, he ducked to avoid the arm that seemed poised to deliver a tight elbow. Even if he couldn't get his left sword free, he moved, and landed in a tight crouch.
His right arm moved backwards, windmilling back, before coming across in a horizontal slash to the back of Interceptor's knee joint. It wasn't a strong enough attack to cut clean through the mechanics, but it could possibly cause the robot to lose his hand if he decided to block that way. Cutlass had his left leg up, and shot it forward towards the ankle nearest him. The difficult balance of the act was going to cause him to fall backwards if he didn't take appropriate actions. He hopped, moving his right leg farther under him, so that it could take his weight without difficulty. If Interceptor decided to take advantage of his momentary lapse of balance, this could be a tricky situation to get out of.
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Post by Interceptor on Sept 28, 2009 11:57:15 GMT -5
Interceptor had half anticipated the elbow to be fairly avoidable, especially on a smaller bot. It wasn't really a problem though; at that point in the move, he could alter his stance for just about anything. So he improvised and held fast to the arm that he had, gripping it tighter since the grip was a little loose than before.
His hand being so much bigger, he twisted it counter clockwise roughly as he shifted into his next move, moving to the right and into a more frontal 'horse stance' for a moment to face Cutlass from a different more frontal angle. Interceptor rose his leg into a high knee, blocking the slice and shifted the leg into an opposing snap kick as Cutlass's own kick was delivered just right after the slash. The lower half of the blade grazed down shin a bit, sparing slightly, but it wasn't enough to stop him as he kicked out and held onto the other trapped blade.
((If i misread anything or confused you again, just message me later today if you see me on--will be on at least in the evening.))
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Post by Cutlass on Sept 28, 2009 21:46:39 GMT -5
Cutlass felt his arm being wrenched in the direction he had been turning it. The bigger machine wasn't going to give him a break. He felt his free blade biting into the armor of Interceptor's shin. It didn't take too long for it to be ripped out when the same foot shot forward, catching him in his face and chest.
As he fell, Cutlass retracted his right energon sword. His arm reached towards his leg, gripping onto that pistol when he hit the bottom of the fall, not being allowed to completely crash down, suspended by the captured limb.. He yanked it out of the sheath, firing twice at the giant foot, then several more times at the hand holding his arm in an excruciating twist.
The mentality that erupted from the arm gave Cutlass a little to think about. You're not going to give me a break, are ya'? Cutlass was considering the option he had hoped he would never have to use. Triggering a feature to disconnect his arm from his body. He would use it too, if nothing else rid him of this agony. After the last few shots, his arm slumped down, ready to make its travel up to blast at the head, should he think that he had the need to.
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Post by Interceptor on Sept 29, 2009 2:45:12 GMT -5
Interceptor quickly yanked his foot back, but still got snagged by the exploding energy of the pistol, yelping a bit as he did so. He tightened his grip on Cutlass's arm, however, and kept his foot behind his fore one, almost behind the right fore foot.
He fired the two machine guns at his waist towards the new small gun that Cutlass just used on him, resting his damaged foot lightly on the ground as he executed his retaliation further. Two larger rocket launchers appeared on his shoulders. With a whir and glow of bluish energy, he suddenly leapt back letting go of the arm he held. Interceptor went back in a silver blurr almost a whole meter before he fired the swarm of guided Energon missiles at him, landing in a kneel.
"Nope, I've hardly begun." He replied as he fired with a wry smile on his face.
As soon as he finished firing, Interceptor briefly transformed back into his car form before moving in a wide, silver blur around Cutlass, spreading a black substance about less than a couple meters around them, oil slick. He moved slightly outside the wide circle as he went and a flame thrower shifted into existence at his back end, and then a large wall of fire ripped up about the area he'd drawn out. He skidded to a stop as he briefly jumped through the fire with out much harm coming to him, and transformed again almost right in the spot he'd been at when he fired the Energon missiles before. Now there was a wide ring of fire aroudn them.
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Post by Cutlass on Sept 29, 2009 22:01:00 GMT -5
Cutlass hadn’t really expected his plan to work. He was surprised how the bigger robot reacted. He had been released, Interceptor jumping back and launching missiles at him. As soon as Cutlass hit the ground, he forgot about the machine gun shells that had pelted his torso, arm, and would have hit his gun if he hadn’t shoved it up under him. He flipped over, trying to dash away from the crazy Autobot. He felt a number of the explosives detonate on his back and legs, more blowing up around him, and knew that if it wasn’t for his mad scramble he would likely be laying in pieces, not being able to process a possibility, let alone move.
Laying face down, Cutlass heard the sound of a car peeling out. He looked up to see that the silver transformer had set an inferno around him. Slowly pushing himself up, Cutlass shot off at Interceptor, as he forced himself to run towards the blaze, on weak legs, and jump through. On the other side, he landed hard. He had likely taken a number of shots on the way through. He tried to push himself back up, not getting himself up higher than onto his hands and knees. Cutlass was screwed, and he knew it. No matter what, he’d either face the insane Scalpel, or whatever mad medic the Autobots employed, if they kept him as a captive that is.
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Post by Interceptor on Sept 30, 2009 4:59:45 GMT -5
Interceptor limped a bit as he walked over to Cutlass, putting most of his weight on his right leg, the one that didn't receive the cut and the gun shots. If he were bullet proof like KITT, KARR and Goliath, it might have been more bearable; hell, he probably would have been more healed by now, but he obviously wasn't. However, that didn't mean he would run away just yet.
Having already been with in the ring of fire, it was quickly dying down in volume, but was still very hot. Interceptor had just moved inside of the ring, Interceptor now had to turbo boost back out of it because as soon as he approached him, Cutlass succeeded in fleeing the ring. Quite frankly, he didn't blame him, but he still had the option to access fire again if he had to. "Yow! That's hot stuff there!" he mentally winced a bit as he sprung up in a dramatic demeanor as he emerged outside of the ring, but did his best to hide it.
Interceptor slouched a bit as the Energon Swarm Missile launchers on his shoulders merged into themselves and folded behind his back, shifting away from a slightly larger weapon hidden on the right side of his back and shoulder area. At some angles, his form actually seemed to be slightly bulkier on that side because of this. His hands remained up on the defensive just in case.
"Seriously, is that all you got? I was hoping for a longer duration." Interceptor chided, limping over to him.Interceptor was pretty honorable in this sense, but that didn't mean he lacked an attitude.
"I could kick you around and stomp on you given the submissive position you're in. The look in your optics tells me you know I could turn you in right now unless you found a means of escape. Really, where's the fun in THAT? I may not be a 'Con, but ya gotta admit, this ended quickly lest you got somethin' up ya sleeves, which I really hope you do. What are you going to do, 'Con? You've got me quite curious."
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Post by Cutlass on Oct 4, 2009 1:01:26 GMT -5
The processor that was Cutlass's mind was working rapidly. It had a plan of action, knowing he would die if he stayed here too long. He pushed himself into a roll, pulling out both of his guns in the process. Coming up on one knee, a barrage of shots fired from those guns, heading for Interceptor. The majority was heading towards his torso, and his head, others aimed squarely for his arms and legs. Cutlass launched himself up onto his legs. He threw another number of shots to Interceptor, before running in another direction, then jumping up into the air, spinning whilst he performed a front flip. During his stunt, Cutlass started to rearrange his parts. Hopefully, when he landed, Interceptor would be injured enough for him to get away. Either way, Cutlass did hit the ground on his two wheels, and then he started shooting forward. He started swerving, if it only lasted a few moments, he was doing good enough.
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Post by Interceptor on Oct 4, 2009 2:47:36 GMT -5
Trying to save his left leg (and himself), Interceptor performed a funny-looking dance move, trying to dodge at least most of the shots. They came almost all at once, and he barely had time to react.He quickly swayed to the left and lifted up his left arm. Snaking it outward, he moon walked to the right and BARELY dodged the two right shots. The energy practically grazed his left leg while the other higher blast hit his right arm more directly. He flinched even more and avoided the rest of the blast."Woah!" he shook his right arm. Damn I wish I had KITT's healing abilities. he winced from the burning pain and straightened himself up.
Interceptor activated the Rail Gun (aka The Eraser), one of his favorite weapons. It was one of the most powerful weapons of his, which was capable of obliterating tanks. The set back, however, was the kick. It emerged from his back, causing him to hunch over a bit in his bot form like he was carrying a heavy backpack. Cutlass was close, in the middle of doing a flip, even. It would be a grand shot if he caught him, but he wasn't THAT high on confidence. It was high, but it could always be higher.
"You're not getting away! Say hello to a little buddy of mine!" Interceptor didn't waste time and deepened his stance as best as he could upon speaking and firing. He aimed straight for Cultass's spark chamber. The kick as so immense that Interceptor skidded back yards.
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Post by Cutlass on Oct 4, 2009 14:36:36 GMT -5
Cutlass pushed himself up. That blast had been terrible; his leg had been hit well enough that he would have a painful limp, and several pieces of his arm hurt while the wheel on the right side of his shoulder was terribly mangled, with the rubber hanging off, in many places terribly melted.
While he had still been doing his flip, and almost finished transforming, Interceptor had shot. The way he had been moving kept him from dying, but the price was that the back half of his alt. mode looked like it had just been stepped on by a giant dinosaur. That was how badly the back frame had been twisted and cracked by the blast. His wheel had barely moved back into place, his leg still mostly looking like a mangled half of a seat. Where his right hand used to be, that had become embedded into his leg, mostly. The shot had blown him out of his ongoing transformation, reversing it. That... Is enough to cause me to have a ton of trouble getting away, let alone transforming. Cutlass waved the remainder of his wrist. He tried to reach with his left hand, gripped that gun, and blasted a few shots at Interceptor's giant gun.
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Post by Interceptor on Oct 5, 2009 21:30:06 GMT -5
Interceptor jumped back, but was a bit slow because of the gun's weight. He began to turn and ran to the right, but the blasts were large enough to still catch the gun before he tried to stow it away in his back. The main barrel took enough damage, along with some of the base, to the point where if he tried firing it again, it might just explode in his back, and Interceptor definitely didn't look forward to that.
Having 'lost' a little weight now, Interceptor pivoted around and activated the set of missile launchers on his shoulders and arms, stopping to release a pair of Energon swarm (guided) missiles at Cutlass. "At least I still have these! No way I'm lettin these get busted up!"
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Post by Cutlass on Oct 5, 2009 21:45:12 GMT -5
His shots having connected, Cutlass didn't know if they did enough damage to render the weapon inert, or if Interceptor just didn't feel like using it again. Either way, it folded itself back into the back of Cutlass's opponent. Cutlass fired a few more shots, when the bigger robot had those devastating missile launchers unfold back out onto his shoulders. He shifted his aim to the missiles, then ran to his right, from the 12 o' clock position, to the 6 o' clock position, from Interceptor's point of view, if he didn't turn with the movement.
Damn, Cutlass hoped they were unguided missiles, because, there would be enough left for him to be injured much worse than he already was, even if he wiped out a number of them. His reaction prone processor homed in on one possibility, he turned, sprinting straight towards his bulky opponent, unleashing a few more shots, and continuing his charge.
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