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Post by Baku on Nov 9, 2018 22:41:41 GMT
Seeing the first movement, the mech flicked his wrist, a long sword being produced by the motion before swinging up to meet the larger, scorpion-like blade that had come at him before he kept his distance from the disgruntling amount of blades coming from his opponent's stomach. Letting his visor and battlemask drop to cover his faceplate, his crimson gaze tore through them both as he locked focus on Dropskip for the moment. With his left servo holding back the tail with his blade, his right shifted into a path blaster before he pulled it close to his torso to keep it away from the flailing blades, aimed, and fired towards the core of the swirling mass that was Dropskip's center of arms...
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Post by Amphesiina on Nov 12, 2018 4:49:24 GMT
Tribarrel gave a soft smile back to her companion, then began to stand up. "Alright- Thank you. But... Well now I ruined that." The femme turned her helm and nodded back to the dance floor. "Back to dancing? Or to the bar." She said with a smirk.
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Post by sarune on Nov 14, 2018 23:41:07 GMT
The moment his scorpion-like blade connected with Baku's, the corpse stuck on the edge burst apart, shattering into dozens of pieces that went all directions like a handmade grenade which would have peppered Dropskip if not for the way his blades blocked the shards. Each of which was large enough to deflect the mech sized pieces, although not without providing enough of a distraction that his opponent was allowed to pull up his pathblaster and fire. It's molten packet launched at such a speed that there was no real time to react at such ranges, which would have left a bullet in the other mech's torso if not for how one of his blades (only now retracting after blocking a shard) intercepted the shot, with thermo-energon burning brightly the projectile connected but failed to melt through instead denting the blade severely as well as pushing Dropskip back.
In the process causing Dropskip to stumble, although not for long as one blade whipped out piercing the ground to readjust his footing before he flicked the limb, sending him hurtling to Baku's right before another group of blades pushed against the ground hurtling him at the mech from another direction. This time coming from the right, significantly faster than before as two blade-arms flicked at his pathblaster in a pincer movement while the scorpion-blade flew for his helm.
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"Whatever you want, Tri. Pretty sure I said we'd be going at your pace." Circuit assured with a kind smile as she tilted her head to the dance floor before her expression twisted just a little darker, a slight warning of her next movement as she slowly lowered herself into Tri-Barrel's lap pushing her back down onto the seat but not with enough force she wouldn't have been able to resist.
"My legs feel tired though, you'll have to carry me."
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Post by Baku on Nov 16, 2018 0:54:48 GMT
Grunting a little at the sudden charge, he did his best to keep track of the swift mech's movements as he moved his blaster up to meet the tail this time, his blade catching the pincers as he let off a few rounds at the tail's joints, ducking just in time so that the scorpion-blade wouldn't but scrape his helm, no matter what it ended up doing after the blaster bolts. "Alright, scorpion king- You've made your point!"
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Post by Amphesiina on Nov 16, 2018 20:42:56 GMT
That was a successful notion in the distraction department.
Tri-barrel blinked in dumbfounded confusion that widened a bit as the femme sat down quite easily onto her lap, then she returned the slithery smile with one of her own. "You're smooth~" The femme's vocals purred out as her servos rested on the thighs of the femme. That was- until her attention was torn away.
" HEY-!! THERE'S A FIGHT GOING ON OUTSIDE-!" A young mecha called out, and the attention on the dancefloor broke as the music screeched to a sudden stop.
Tri-barrel looked up at the femme in slight confusion. "Not sure that's worth leaving this for..."
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Post by sarune on Nov 16, 2018 21:41:08 GMT
In another scenario Steelcore might have intervened, using the opportunity Dropskip's distraction had created to stab Baku in one of the openings the other mech's assault had created. This time though, the opponent in front of them wasn't his target, rather a costly barricade that would pay for their disruption either today or some other time. So rather than assist his fellow mech, Steelcore instead walked into the club, his footing confident but at the same time mindful of the energon that spilled across the floor sometimes creating puddles which if he'd stepped in would have stained his armour at best and left him to stumble where it was thickest. A slight problem when it came to being quick but sadly one he couldn't avoid without being reckless, as well as one he was well versed in dealing with due to Dropskip's more common tasks, of which a nightclub had rarely featured in.
It's dark lighting and neon glows ironically did well to disguise some of the energon now seeping down the ramp into the club below, although the growing screams from below suggested it wasn't a perfect cover. A pity since the music had been rather enjoyable as it bounced in the main stairway, a ringing echo that felt lively even as the screams did nothing for him, something which could likely not have been said for Dropskip if he was here, although Steelcore was more willing to believe the hyperactive mech would never stand the walking and instead smash through the stained glass of the staircase onto what appeared to be a dance floor a few hundred feet below.
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Left behind by his partner, Dropskip had little time to notice the disappearance of the other however as his tail skimmed over Baku's helm, his optics watched eagerly for any wounds such a strike had caused, although that was sadly interrupted when a pathblaster shot blasted against the tail's upper joints where the thermal protection was lesser but not non-existent preventing the magma shots from burning straight through but instead popping the joint out of place. A painful experience that Dropskip wasn't able to entirely ignore as his tail swung back causing a sickening snap as the metal bent further, now enraging the mech rather than defeating him.
The flurry of strikes that followed where more deadly than before, for where the first few strikes had been blocked by Baku's blade this time four different blades struck out flying like spears as they tried to pierce each of the mech's limbs from directions where the blade would perhaps only successfully defend against one or two strikes if he was lucky.
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Down below, Circuit let out a groan that wasn't in the slightest bit entrancing, far too irritated for such emotions. It was instead the sound of a femme who'd been cheated out of something she'd enjoyed as she looked down upon Tri-Barrel.
"Oh you have no idea how much I'd like that, if there's fighting going on though it won't be long before the riot foam kicks in. It's best we leave before I end up with goop in places I didn't even know I had," Circuit complained, before cuddling into Tri-Barrel, nuzzling her cheek against the other femme's shoulder and chestplating. "One night, just one night without an issue, is that too hard to ask for."
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Post by Baku on Nov 17, 2018 2:26:41 GMT
Letting a huff leave his mouthplate, Baku did not appreciate the increasing amount of blades that were coming toward him as the afterburners on the heels of his feet kicked in, pushing him backward and shooting a bit of flames in Dropskip's direction. Noticing that the larger mech had left from the corner of his optic, he grunted in displeasure as he sheathed his sword and pushed his fists forward, a sudden whirring noise spinning up within his forearm before a volley of 20 mm neutron rounds rattled their way through the air at the bladed mech before him. He couldn't suffer letting these ruffians get away, not like this.
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Post by sarune on Dec 20, 2018 23:11:10 GMT
OOC: I can edit if necessary, not overly happy with this post but I felt I needed to finally get it out.
Surrounded by the glass stairway on all sides, Steelcore's optics stared out into the mass of the crowd with an intense stare that scanned across the face of every femme in the room as well as a few of the more feminine looking mechs. Many of who with the arising awareness of something having went wrong were moving away from the stairwell, as well as the energy pools which were now forming at the base of the structure only a short little walk from where the large mech currently stood. His servo pulling back as pieces of his form retracted and shifted, revealing a gigantic cylinder which soon began to form into the intimidating shape of a fully charged plasma cannon. It's purple light just one of many in the room, as more than one mech overlooked its presence as just another strobe light from the ceiling above.
A critical mistake for one, as Tri-Barrel turned to look into the light, her face enlightened by its glare and pinned down by the nuzzling of Circuit. Only the lack of sound in the now silent club gave warming as the sizzle of burning plasma filled the starewell, Tri-Barrel used both servos to throw Circuit off, sending the femme crashing into the table behind her as she tried to move away. Her frame attempting to lunge to the side.
But far too slow for the plasma cannon as it fired with a blaring discharge, the glass infront of him was burnt through barely a second before it slammed into Tri-Barrel's chest, melting armour and internals without mercy before it connected with her energon tank, igniting the volatile fluids within as her form exploded sending shrapnel in all directions as the miniature detonation was followed by true screams of terror.
The club floor went wild, as chaos reigned. Within the shards of a shattered table, one femme remained in stasis-lock.
:: Jobs done, Dropskip. Time to tidy things up. ::
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Up above and far from finished, Dropskip's frame was visibly damaged as he strode forward on three bladed appendages, each of them digging in with enough force that every time he pounced forward he did so in great leaps. Far more than enough that by the time the larger mech had come to a stop, Dropskip was already there to meet him, singed from the flames but largely unwounded due to his frame's design which coated most of his form with thermal-energon. Such as was the case now as out of his thirteen blades, only the two broken ones and the three currently in use for movement where out of use. In turn, allowing him to throw forward as three blades flew down from above to cover his centre, while the five remaining sliced forward straight towards the newly deployed neutron blaster just moments before it could fire.
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Post by Baku on Dec 20, 2018 23:33:37 GMT
His reactions, he had hoped, were as quick as the other mech's leap. While the neutron rounds were firing from his wrists, his sword blade again slung out from below his right wrist, aimed to impale Dropskip the moment he flung forward, which the bladed mech did... That's when Baku heard it, the plasma shot ringing out in the club below. Whatever their objective was, the bigger one had managed it... As the old sort of went in his processor, it was time for "an optic for an optic..."
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Post by sarune on Jan 5, 2019 23:20:02 GMT
A single blast of the neutron path blaster errupted across the night sky for all to hear within the proximity of the district, it's distinctive crack thunderous with the relative silence of the usually booming nightclub. There was no time for a second shot however as the first slammed against a shield of blades, only barely hindering Dropskip's momentum, while the other appendages struck out slicing through the metal barrel with barely a sign of resistance. Just an instance before another was forced to parry the larger neutral's blade which if given a chance might have slid through the gaps in his shield. Instead only sliding to the side as four of his attacking blades where forced to intervene, leaving only the one that had cut through the barrel to continue downwards. Narrowly missing Baku's abdomen with the angle of the assault on the gun forcing the blade to wizz by only inches from connecting as the heat left a scorch mark on his stomach, trailing the path of the near critical strike.
It was not the end of the blades journey however as it continued onwards to catch the newcomers kneecap from above, cutting into the metal with surgical precision then leaving just as soon. A clear hole punching from the tip to the bottom of the kneecap in a strike that would surely cripple the other mech.
Before he could finish it off though, two of his parrying blades shifting in for a lunge that would thrust deep into the mechs chestplate, Steelcore arrived from below. His armour undamaged but a smile across his face that showed the mission had been accomplished just as surely as his confident strut.
"Dropskip, clean up here. District security will have heard those shots with the music gone, I don't want to be here when they arrive."
His blades pausing in the strike then, Dropskip blinked barely an instance, then rather than strike he pulled back slinking to the other mech's side before he transformed, his entire form shifting in the process until he could only be described as a hovering blade pointed forward like a lance, while his accomplice transformed into a heavy SUV. With a squeal of tires then they were gone, disappearing into the distance while sirens neared closer and the screams from the club below filled the night of chaos.
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Post by Baku on Jan 6, 2019 0:12:42 GMT
Roaring out in pain from the sudden strike, his blade's deflection and Dropskip's strike pushed him into a kneeling position as he did his best to right himself in preparation for the next attack. When it did not come, however, the mech looked over to where his assailant had retreated back to. Cursing under his vents, he could only do his best to stand as the duo transformed and sped off without finishing the aerial mech. Struggling to stand at first due to the shred in his knee-joint, Baku growled at himself as he noticed the new hole that had been sliced into his left forearm. His overshield slowly recharging to help keep the energon in, he was thankful that Dropskip had missed the main energon lines, but had instead damaged his internal wiring and one of the three neutron guns within.
As he looked in the direction the two had fled in, he debated following despite his injuries when the sound of sirens brought him back into the present moment. With clarity returning to him, Baku sheathed his blade and did his best to transform into his jet form, shooting up from his position at the entrance before nose-diving down to some of the floors below. As he flew and his auto-repairs did their best to kick in, he would receive a signal from a floor on the moon much lower than where he was presently at.
"Scrap it, Kiyu... What did you get yourself into down there?" Baku grunted internally before making a beeline to the smaller mech's position within the planet...
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