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Post by whiplash on Jan 5, 2012 2:45:01 GMT -5
Whiplash laughed at her denial. He was enjoying this little hunt. He normally preferred to set his sights on bigger targets--after all, it was more impressive to take out someone larger than you were, and there were no shortage of Decepticons larger than Whiplash--but this quick little human was proving to be a wholly unique kind of challenge.
He came scrabbling around the corner, expecting to see her still running, and then skidded to a stop. She had vanished. As he was not used to taking on targets as small and maneuverable as Cira, he wasn’t used to the sort of tricks an agile opponent could pull. The Decepticon reared up on two feet for the first time since the encounter, peering down the ramp.
He extended the range of his scanners, picked up her heat signature, and immediately swiveled his head towards her. He was standing close, quite close, but Cira had been given more than enough time to aim while the young Cybertronian had halted, confused.
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Post by Cira Knight on Jan 5, 2012 5:30:34 GMT -5
Cira heard Whiplash getting closer. Pushing off the wall with her foot and arm gripping the bar nearest the column, Cira's legs suddenly flipped up in front of Whiplash. She launched herself into a mid vault, temporarily putting herself upside down as her feet shot forward while she fired at Whiplash's Spark chamber between the bars. The momentum allowed her to swing her legs onto the bars directly which promoted time to allow her to withdraw the other pistol. Clicking it off safety, she fired again, and then another time with both guns.
Cira set her feet on the base of the railing as she fired, then paused and flipped off from her sitting position before continuing to fire, braving a couple steps forward as she watched for a swinging arm or tentacle from Whiplash's equally agile figure. She went completely trigger happy, focused on her target Her aim was still true and unshaken as of now, and she was determined to at least to get him to listen to her. But her legs, those burned a little, and she was a little uncomfortable from sweating and minor burns.
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Post by whiplash on Jan 5, 2012 16:32:54 GMT -5
Whiplash’s chest was one of the broader, more heavily armed parts of his body, and the shots fired at his Spark Chamber didn’t do much damage, but they did hurt and alarm him. Immediately he hissed and dropped back down to all fours, making himself a (relatively) smaller target and protecting his Spark Chamber from further shots. “You know where to shoot!” He snapped as Cira re-oriented herself and came up, guns blazing. He lowered his head and hunched his shoulders, trying to let the thick armored pauldrons there take the brunt of the damage.
Cybertronians were common knowledge, but particular aspects of Cybertronian physiology was not. “Spendin' time with other Cybertronians, are ya?” He called even as she plugged round after round into him. It was hurting, and one lucky shot actually stuck him in the joint where his armored thigh met his body. Whiplash stumbled for a moment, nearly collapsing, but shuffled forward gamely still, lashing his tentacles out in front of him. It was a feint--he wasn’t trying to sting Cira, he was once again trying to get her to back down and throw off her aim.
“Around Autobots, maybe?” he hissed again, once more mock-rushing her. He wasn’t down, but Cira was successfully keeping him at bay for the moment.
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Post by Cira Knight on Jan 5, 2012 19:49:15 GMT -5
"And military peeps. Dad's a good fighter!" Cira smirked and leaped back then cross-stepped to Whiplash's right as she fired a few more shots at him before her clip in the right gun was empty. She ditched the clip and kept firing towards the underside of his right shoulder as she moved, feeling the rush of wind from Whiplash's abrupt feigning strikes with the tentacles.
Her knees burned a little, but she was in the zone now. She sneered. It was rather clear she didn't care what Whiplash really thought about her at this point. "I happen to LIKE combat." she considered daring another move to surprise Whiplash with her wrist blades, but that would require her to keep him here and, not running. She put the pistol in her mouth for a short second as she drew a clip from her backpack and installed it with another click by smacking it against her side. She kept firing with the other, not leaving her eyes off her target. One could say Cira was like Major Payne, she practiced unloading, reloading and cleaning her weapons blind folded - and upside down.
She then did something crazy. Glaring at Whiplash and his general figure, she ran at his right side with a burst of pent up energy. Her knees were bent to gain stability and efficiency.
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Post by whiplash on Jan 6, 2012 2:16:05 GMT -5
Whiplash didn’t respond to her comment about her father, which might have been a bit surprising if Cira had been expecting him to make a threat against the man. He simply narrowed his eyes behind his optics and continued to dart from side to side in small movements, doing what he could to avoid damage, occasionally feinting forward in a rapid shuffle. He did, however, have something to say about her last comment. “Combat?” He laughed then, genuinely amused. “You think this is combat, little human?”
Clearly Cira had never tested her mettle against an angry four-ton juggernaut of clashing steel. As she moved suddenly towards him, Whiplash decided that it was time to lash out. He wasn’t sure how hard he could hit a human without killing one, so his strike was more tentative than anything else--his clawed hand shot out suddenly, batting at her like a cat in an attempt to knock Cira off her feet.
If he missed her, he simply swiveled to keep her in front of him. If his hit connected, he would have actually shuffled backwards, crouched, waiting for her to pull herself up again--after which he would strike to knock her down once more.
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Post by Cira Knight on Jan 7, 2012 4:28:13 GMT -5
Having been moving at full speed, Cira couldn't exactly stop or even move to either side effectively at this point. She fired more as the arm moved straight for her. The hit was faster than she anticipated, it seemed her peripheral vision hadn't been very helpful in this case! The swipe nearly hit her straight on, and at the last second she managed to instinctively release her right retractable wrist blade and fired her gun towards Whiplash's face as she did so before blocking with the wrist blade first. It was about a foot long from it's release point on her wrist. They were clearly custom made and probably illegal to carry, but Cira was licensed to carry weapons of various sorts because of her duties with FLAG, so she got away with it.
The force of the swat against the metal and the rest of her arm hurt like hell, but it was better than getting hit in the ribs which would cause her to be less mobile. Getting just about anything damaged too much was bad for her because to survive she would need to be ready to move any appendage she needed! "I dare you to call me little one more time. You're small yerself!"
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Post by whiplash on Jan 7, 2012 4:44:45 GMT -5
Whiplash’s eyes widened behind his visor as his claws clanged against metal, and then, before he could react again, Cira was shooting at him in the face, and he screeched in anger as the battle-mask buckled and retracted, baring his four viciously green optics and his sharp, insectoid mouthparts. He quickly shuffled to the side, keeping his shoulder hunched in an attempt to protect his now much more vulnerable face.
“Yeah, but size ain’t everything!” He reminded her, cracking his tentacles, which hissed and spat most impressively. Of course, he wasn’t going to use them on her, but it didn’t hurt to try and look intimidating. He feinted for her, scuttled backwards, and then darted in from another angle, swatting at her once more. He was still trying to knock her down, but his plan was twofold.
If his reaching talons met with the steel of her blade, he would simply curl them around it and try and drag her closer. “Little human!”
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Post by Cira Knight on Jan 7, 2012 5:01:23 GMT -5
Cira would try to keep her distance every time Whiplash feinted and changed his angle. Her right eye twitched notably. She would sway/duck occasionally as she avoided a swat. She felt some of her hair get slashed off as some claws moved dangerously close to her. If he lifted up her right blade vertically and fired at the large metallic hand while firing forward as she charged directly with the other. If the wrist blade got snagged, she would fling her arm back and away with enough force to yank the claws clear away from her as she moved forward. Doing this allowed her to fire more directly for now, but that was all she could manage during these few seconds.
She wouldn't speak yet but the look on her face read: "size REALLY isnt everything". It was all a bit hypocritical of each of them, but she didn't care - she hated being called little and here he was calling her little anyway.
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Post by whiplash on Jan 7, 2012 13:36:50 GMT -5
Cira’s new determination to stay in one place was frustrating Whiplash. Normally he liked it when an opponent was slower that he was--it meant that he would likely win the fight--but this was a very unusual sort of fight, and it was getting on his nerves. “Hold still, you slagger!” He snapped, swiping at her again, only to be dodged once more. He hissed in frustration, recoiling as a shot lodged itself in the slightly-more delicate components of his left elbow joint, and, with a snarl, transformed.
In an instant the black motorcycle was roaring towards her, the tentacles still deployed. Whiplash actually swerve to dodge around Cira, but he struck out with his tentacles as he did, attempting to smack her in the stomach with a loop of wrist-thick steel. Whether or not he hit her, he passed her, and swerved again, coming back around for another pass.
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Post by Cira Knight on Jan 9, 2012 2:07:40 GMT -5
Cira got lucky this time since she saw the transformation. She was able to perform a forward leap over the tentacle into a roll, moving forward a few feet before bouncing up to her feet. It looked like she was throwing herself forward somewhat, but it was done to gain ground and keep moving. She fired her guns near the base of the current tentacle extended with her wrist blades still extended ready for usage. If Whiplash stayed in that form, she'd have to come up with something clever. "Eh stop yer bitchin, ya ain't lost yet." she smirked at the dark motorcycle and kept her arms raised to protect her centerline, though he was in his alternate mode she obviously knew better than to let her guard down because of those tentacles.
{"I'm startin' ta hurt an' burn a tad but I ain't lost yet either. I'd be kickin' his butt if I had that AA12 shotgun."} She watched Whiplash turn, ready to act once again as she considered her next move, whether it be defensive and/or offensive.
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Post by whiplash on Jan 9, 2012 18:04:17 GMT -5
It was probably lucky for Cira that she didn’t have the shotgun. If she did, then Whiplash would be earnestly fighting for his life, and trying to kill her rather than incapacitate her. She was clearly no pushover, but then again, neither was her young Cybertronian adversary.
Whiplash turned on a dime, roaring back towards her, driving straight for Cira and dodging to the side at the last moment, sweeping the tentacle closest to her low in an attempt to sweep her off her feet. He had to admit, he was somewhat impressed by how quick this human was moving, and how economical and precise her movements were. This, of course, came from Cira’s Parkour practice.
Once again, whether or not he knocked her down, he kept driving, turning to come at her for another pass. “Gotta say, you’re tougher than I thought you’d be. But you’re still just a human.” He knew he couldn’t keep up this pattern. A pattern gave her something to shoot at, but he’d see how she reacted to his third pass before he switched things up.
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Post by Cira Knight on Jan 9, 2012 23:22:02 GMT -5
Cira was able to dodge the first two passes by jumping forwards or flipping backwards in her stylish ways, but the third pass came quicker than she anticipated from a different angle as she temporarily put away her shotgun to try another attack. As she had been dodging and attempting to fire at the wheelbases of the alternate mode, she had run out of bullets in the left pistol. So she had to stop using both of them for the moment while she tried to get closer to the Decepticon. "Thanks, hey, no one's perfect!"
She narrowly avoided face planting the third pass, as she tried to sway forward into a controlled fall of sorts so she could latch onto the tentacle. In doing so (if she grabbed it), she hoped that as he retracted it and moved about again she could use the momentum from its movement to kick off the ground and fling herself at his alternate mode instead of outright charging. Outright charging would obviously be more predictable. Though doing this made her a bit vulnerable, she decided it was worth a try without much thought since she wanted to see exactly how far she could get with this...feisty Decepticon.
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Post by whiplash on Jan 9, 2012 23:48:02 GMT -5
“The slag?” Whiplash hissed when he felt what he thought was a human latching onto his tentacle, but what surely couldn’t be, because that would be a stupid and suicidal thing to--damn if she wasn’t grabbing onto his tentacle. This human was clearly crazy. “Get off!” He did not withdraw the tentacle, but rather lashed it, shaking it like a fastidious cat would shake a wet limb. When this failed to remove Cira, he growled, revving his engine in frustration.
“What, you want me to drag you to Lord Megatron? Because I will!” He put on a sudden burst of speed, letting his tentacle trail along the ground and dragging Cira with it. “Look, this is just annoying. Being shot at is one thing, but this is stupid.”
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Post by Cira Knight on Jan 10, 2012 1:00:00 GMT -5
Cira actually laughed, kicking off the ground with a wince as she tried to stay on when he accelerated. She practically bounced forward with a precision leap as she pulled on the tentacle and tried to leap onto Whiplash's alternate mode in attempt to get on the seat. She managed to get both feat near the end of the foot rests as she grabbed onto the handle bars. There was that familiar metallic clink as she leaned forward in her seat; the right wrist blade was released and she reached for the right front axle of the motorcycle, attempting to jam it. She winced as her wrists and knees burned from the earlier explosion and cuts from the glass.
"With Parkour ya have ta take risks!"
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Post by whiplash on Jan 10, 2012 1:25:34 GMT -5
Whiplash was trying to keep his attention on the tarmac ahead of him and Cira at the same time, but it was difficult, because she was doing something bizarre and complicated, and the next thing he knew he felt her settle into his seat. The young Decepticon felt himself fill with indignant fury. That human, that damned human was riding him! Nobody rode Whiplash but Whiplash! “You fraggin’--”
He started to swerve in an attempt to launch her off, but her knife suddenly found its way into his axle, preventing him from turning at all. With no choice but to stop, transform (not a good idea with a blade lodged in him; it would probably snap free, but it could do a ton of harm while it was rattling around in his insides) and simply keep driving forward, he gunned his engine. “That’s how you wanna play, huh?”
He sped up, accelerating towards the nearest wall. “I’ll survive the crash, human--will you?” If it was between letting this human subdue him like a common animal and smearing her all over the nearest wall, he would take the latter any day.
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