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Post by Cira Knight on Jan 10, 2012 1:49:19 GMT -5
"I'm not afraid of walls." Cira snorted, releasing the blade as they got closer. It was severely damaged from the high speed rotation of the axle, almost useless now. It was not strong like Cybertronian metal, unfortunately, but it was worth the sacrifice. As they got closer to the wall, Cira tried to steady herself by balancing on the seat while holding onto the handle bars as they sped closer, her knees burning - she was pretty sure there was a glass or metal shard stuck somewhere in the cloth and above her right knee joint; grunting, she moved a foot forward onto the base of the handlebars and leaped up.
Once both feet contacted the wall, she pushed off with all fours into a back flip, putting herself a handful of feet away from Whiplash as he moved full speed towards the wall in the short remaining distance. She landed with a thunk, wincing in slight pain. That damn explosion had made her worse off than she'd like. It would take broken bones or a knock out to stop her from moving though.
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Post by whiplash on Jan 10, 2012 2:48:30 GMT -5
Whiplash transformed before he hit the wall. The knife was free, and he had no reason not to, now; he twisted like a cat as his momentum carried him forward, his lithe form easily accomplishing the feat, and, like Cira, landed with all fours against the wall, springing off. He didn’t land as far as she did, and when he crouched, it was still on all fours, with his four optics narrowed and his electro-whips lashing.
“It ain’t the wall you gotta be scared of, human,” he growled, and lunged for her. There was nothing subtle about this pounce; it was a full-bodied leap, his front claws open and outstretched, once again in a manner reminiscent of a feline. Whiplash had not expected the battle to last that long, though in truth it was still shorter than many he had endured before, while fighting larger Cybertronian opponents.
This human was just so irritatingly slippery! And he had to be so damn careful not to squish her! He was very grateful that his superiors didn't sent him on missions where he was supposed to capture targets, because he knew that he would end a lot more of them in failure if such was the case.
Cira probably wouldn’t have too much difficulty avoiding his first pounce, but he skidded, laughing as he did. “I think you’re slowin’ down, human! An’ I’m just getting’ warmed up!” He sprang again.
Whiplash would probably have more luck capturing his prey if he didn’t stop to taunt her so much.
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Post by Cira Knight on Jan 10, 2012 6:37:11 GMT -5
Cira cross stepped back once and off to the side just a little. As she stepped back she withdrew her right pistol and a clip from her opposite pocket. By the time she settled in her stance temporarily, Cira had raised the gun and aimed at Whiplash's upper body just nanoseconds after he transformed and turned around. But she only got to fire once before she had to move again.
"Hey, pain is weakness leavin' th' body." She cross cover stepped off to the right and added a cartwheel and took the chance to fire towards his Spark while she could. "Ya know I really WAS just out here on a run." she tried to remind him, doubting she could reason with him at this point.
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Post by whiplash on Jan 10, 2012 13:30:17 GMT -5
Whiplash was already crouched, so it wasn’t terribly hard for him to push himself further down to protect his Spark, but in return he took a hit to the base of one of his tentacles. It wasn’t damaging, but that was only through sheer luck on Whiplash’s part. He flicked the tentacle angrily. “Yeah, well, if that’s the case, I hope you’re ready to have a lot of weakness beat outta ya,” Whiplash snarled as he turned to face her again, moving easily on all fours.
Reasoning with him might be a bit out of the question, but it seemed she could keep him talking, and if he was talking, he wasn’t attacking her. “Sure, you just happened to be out runnin’, armed to the teeth. And you just happened not to freak out when that harmless little motorcycle turned out to be a Decepticon warrior. And you just happened to know how to fight me, and where to shoot.” He shook his head slowly, his optics trained on her face. “Lot of coincidences, little human!”
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Post by Cira Knight on Jan 10, 2012 19:15:54 GMT -5
" I've been long since trained by the best of the best, there's no coincidence with that, foo! You should see all the shit the operatives carry, I'm lightweight compared to them! 'N dont call me little dammit!" What Cira was saying was true, whether or not Whiplash believed it. Angry once again, she charged and aimed low, firing rapidly as she withdrew another clip and moved it to one of the upper pockets she could easily reach in. Her left wrist blade still crossed her center-line as she moved. It was obvious she wasn't going to drop any time soon, especially with her getting pissed every time she got called little.
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Post by whiplash on Jan 11, 2012 0:42:33 GMT -5
“So you admit it! You were sent to take me out!” Whiplash crowed triumphantly. She had just admitted that she’d been trained, and though she protested that she was a lightweight, she was still carrying much more weaponry than a normal human would. That cinched it. She had to be working against the Decepticons. He clenched his claws, and the sturdy metal left miniature furrows in the concrete. “And you are little!” Then she charged straight at him, her blade at the ready. Whiplash gave a low, burbling yowl and charged right back, propelling himself forward with all fours.
Her blade was impressive, but he had two fistfuls of them, and then unfurled as he leaped, fingers outstretched to garb at Cira, like a cat pouncing on its prey.
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Post by Cira Knight on Jan 13, 2012 3:20:54 GMT -5
"No, I didn't say it like THAT." Cira growled sharply as she ducked and tucked a wee bit off to his left to narrowly dodge Whiplash's furious charge. Instead of dodging to either side or moving back completely out of reach, she moved forward as she pivoted. She cross stepped with her left foot forward as she ducked low, then dragging her left foot back as she moved slightly away from Whiplash's body towards his side, she then pivoted to her left to face him more directly in a well formed left neutral stance.
As she pivoted, Cira was aiming for the area that Whiplash had left open while lunging that arm forward and jabbed up from her low stance with all the force she could muster from her anger. "I been trained fer years, I wasn't sent ta just specifically target YOU. That's a small possibility in actuality. Gosh yer paranoid."
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Post by whiplash on Jan 13, 2012 3:40:54 GMT -5
The blade jammed itself between of the armor plates that covered Whiplash’s upper arm. He gave a brief hiss of pain, but his momentum carried him forward. The blade would likely have snapped off in his arm, and may have even wrenched Cira’s wrist a bit. He landed, skidding, his front claws digging into the concrete while his legs scrabbled to bring him around.
“I ain’t bein’ paranoid. I’m survivin’, is what I’m doin’.” He narrowed his four eyes at her. If Cira knew more about Whiplash, she probably would have understood why he was the way he was, and why his personal philosophy (that everyone was out to get him) actually made sense to him. However, psychoanalyzing the murderous nine-foot robot was probably the last thing on her mind at the time. Energon was slowly trickling out of the wound that she had inflicted on his arm.
Whiplash reached for the blade with his free hand, but it was difficult for him to pry it loose, so he gave up. This wasn’t working. It would be so much easier if he could just kill her, but dead humans told no tales. “So you’ve been trainin’ for years, eh? If not for taking out Decepticons, then what?”
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Post by Cira Knight on Jan 13, 2012 3:53:23 GMT -5
"Not ta hunt the enemy. For self defense, dude. I'm female, and admittedly, small, even though I hate being called that." Cira's right eye notably twitched. "I have an intense passion fer Parkour 'n Martial Arts. I first started training in Kenpo Karate when I was a teen, ta train for the job that I would have when dad said I was ready ta take over his role as liaison with the 'Bots. Plus well, I'm female, so learnin' self defense is helpful for survival, just as you wanna do now. I have to protect myself from rapists, gangs, Decepticons, and other baddies after all."
"Look, if ya really wanna know more about me ya can ask me POLITELY and we can time out da fightin', as fun as it is." Cira offered with a wry grin, wondering if he might actually be smart enough to consider it.
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Post by whiplash on Jan 13, 2012 4:09:43 GMT -5
Whiplash tilted his head slightly. He didn’t look any more relaxed, but he was listening to her. Cira was at the very least holding off any immediate attacks with her rambling. He personally didn’t see what being a femme had to do with more or less self-defense, but he had been born in the middle of a war, and everyone was fair game for all sorts of nasty fates among the Decepticon ranks.
He did understand what she meant about the small thing; Whiplash was one of the tinier Decepticons. He didn’t know anyone who was smaller than he was except for the symbionts. Her size gave her story a little bit of credence, but he remained unconvinced. “Makes sense,” he growled, utterly ignoring her request that he be polite. “But seriously, you work with the ‘Bots and you just happened to find a Decepticon? Even you hafta admit that’s kind of suspicious.”
His body language was caught somewhere between “murderous rampage” and “caution,” but it was still between the two, so Cira was doing pretty well for herself.
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Post by Cira Knight on Jan 27, 2012 1:38:46 GMT -5
"Dude, if ya knew me better ya'd think differently." Cira smirked, ignoring his tone for now, though of course she didn't completely per se. "I run in hella random places on a daily basis because I'm an exercise maniac. I can't sit still. I don't just hang out at a park. I run to and from work most days, I jump across small buildings, occupy random parking garages, run through parking lots...I go everywhere these feet 'n hands can take me. I don't mind getting dirty either." Cira leaned on her less sore leg for a bit, but her fighting stance was still a very wary one. "I go to parking lots to practice jumping over vehicles without setting their alarms off quite regularly because it's good exercise - and fun when people give you double takes as ya pass by."
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Post by whiplash on Jan 27, 2012 2:10:01 GMT -5
Whiplash’s optics narrowed and he held himself perfectly still, listening to Cira’s spiel. Frankly it all sounded rather flimsy to him. He gave Cira the once-over. She did seem rather fit for a human, less squishy than many of the ones he’d come across so far, but that didn’t mean anything. It could just mean she was a soldier, or that she was just very conscientious of her appearance.
There was a chance that she was telling the truth, though. Cira had managed to hold Whiplash at bay for another minute, and that was one minute more that she wasn’t fighting for her life. “That’s stupid. Why would you do that?” Evidently it didn’t occur to Whiplash that Cira did all of those things because she might enjoy them. “Unless you were preparing to run for your life or something. Very convenient that all those things you described happen to be very useful right now, huh?” Whiplash was apparently counting Cira’s ability to avoid setting of car alarms as a current combat advantage. It was more likely that he just wasn’t paying very careful attention to his words.
He shook his horned head slowly. “Looks like your story is falling apart, human. Again.”
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Post by Cira Knight on Jan 27, 2012 3:51:13 GMT -5
Cira grinned and performed a little handstand, walking around on them before standing up into a little spin. "Think what ya want, but it's my passion, been so ever since I was little." she gestured towards her waist with a left hand. It was true, Cira still remembered the times when she was out and about in the neighborhood practicing jumping over trashcans, random vehicles, and climbing trees. "I incorporate it with dancing, too!" Cira did a little bit of the Melbourne shuffle, following it with a backwards running man and completed it with a sideways spinning kick which looked like something you might see in some human martial arts. "Normally I'm on my own, but I do take friends with me sometimes." she smiled then, keeping a regarding, but looser stance now as she watched Whiplash warily, aiming to not piss him off again.
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Post by whiplash on Jan 27, 2012 4:29:40 GMT -5
Whiplash flinched when Cira performed the handstand, rising up on two legs as she did so; when he realized the gesture was harmless, he settled back into his four-legged crouch, watching her. Despite the alien anatomy of his face, he was clearly extremely puzzled by what she was doing. It would seem the best way for Cira to defend herself against Whiplash was to thoroughly confuse him.
He watched her dance, and as she did, he finally started to realize what was going on. She wasn’t some kind of soldier, sent after him. She wasn’t kind of operative. Clearly, this woman was something else entirely: crazy.
He had the misfortunate to stumble across a complete lunatic of a human, one who just happened to know how to handle a gun. Wow. As she continued her strange, alien movements, Whiplash’s optics half-shuttered in a deadpan, distinctly unimpressed expression. “I dunno what the Pit is wrong with your processor, but you look real fraggin’ stupid right now, gyrating around like that.”
Cira was doing well for herself; if Whiplash thought she looked stupid, then he wasn’t feeling threatened. When he wasn’t feeling threatened, he wasn’t attacking.
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Post by Cira Knight on Jan 27, 2012 5:28:11 GMT -5
"While most people may not believe me, I'm totally a-okay in th' head." Cira replied, sticking out her tongue with a weird 'dur' look on her face as she pointed to her skull with a right index finger. "Obviously ya Cybertronians aren't too familiar with our planet's many different dance styles. I explore a select few, but that's just me. Dance isn't any sort of fighting style, it's just for fun. Stupid can appear to be fun and vice versa. And of course, it may or may not be practical. Dance is practical in da sense it's a good distraction though."
Unaware of the conclusions Whiplash had just made about who she was, Cira was still hoping that maybe, just maybe she could get away from this mech safely with out obtaining additional damage. She'd have to see to some burns and cuts later to make sure she didn't get any infections.
She was actually calm enough now that she decided to take out a water bottle from the small backpack she had and chugged some water from a purple jug. {"Some work out that was!"}[/i][/color] she thought with a bit of sarcasm.
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