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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2023 22:15:42 GMT
Punch kept her eyes on the purple femme as she stepped out from the trees. Up close, she could see her guesses were right - purple flyer, built in weaponry, and a hint of nervousness. The long blades on her arms caught her own optics, and she kept a close watch, trying to see if she could pick out any other identifying features. She flicked her optics up to make eye contact when spoken to, though.
“I could ask you the same thing!” She retorted, “You weren’t here until I turned my back. Where’d you come from, anyway?”
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Post by Quinn on Sept 15, 2023 1:26:37 GMT
Quinn continued to slowly approach the Autobot, realizing she didn’t recognize her. Her ruby optics flicker nervously, normally always having information on possible opponents or targets. The Autobot didn’t seem keen on engaging her in combat, so perhaps she could glean some information from conversation… if she would disarm herself.
“…I’ll ask the questions, not you. Now toss your blaster away before I run you through..” there was a slight hint of hesitation in her voice.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2023 6:01:10 GMT
Unbeknownst to her, Punch was having a similar experience. The war, especially her unique position, meant she had at least seen most bots - but here she drew a rare blank. Fortunately, she had plenty of quick thinking skills to rely on: She had lured the purple femme closer, and she could infer from her posturing and voice that she wasn’t in it for the kill. She waited until the unknown ‘con was directly in front of her, slowly lowering her hands to unclip the blaster from her thigh, and then…
In one quick motion, Punch grabbed her pistol by the handle, and flung it towards Quinn’s face. Hoping it would distract her, she rolled backward, flicking out her faceplate and steadying herself on the opposite side of the arena formed by the clearing. She could feel her rifle heating up on her back, ready to go if the need arose.
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Post by Quinn on Sept 15, 2023 6:15:21 GMT
Quinn’s reaction time was normally at the same level of the most elite combatants, but this time she found herself caught off guard. Perhaps it was the long period of time in stasis that had dulled her senses, but she wasn’t able to dodge the flying pistol completely. She raised her arms to block the flying object, but was a few nanoseconds too late. The pistol clipped the side of her helm, causing her to stumble slightly. She held the side of her helm and saw small droplets of energon fall to the ground. Quinn turned around, her defenses raised as she swiftly sharpened her blades off each other, creating sparks.
“I didn’t want to do this… But remember I gave you a peaceful alternative.”
The small femme pushed off the ground with her pedes, dashing towards her Autobot opponent with breakneck speed, blades at the ready.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2023 17:52:16 GMT
Punch was barely back on her feet when she heard Quinn’s retort, and by the time she had looked up, she saw the purple femme charging forward. The long serrated blades projecting from her hands were certainly dangerous, and Punch knew she didn’t want to be on the other end of them. In these close quarters, she couldn’t move very far, and they were too close together for her to shoot, so she was forced to rely off her first instinct and hope for the best. She held her servos up to catch Quinn - forearms, torso, shoulders, whichever was the least sharp, and hopefully redirect her blades into the tree behind them. No easy task, and certainly not painless, but better than nothing.
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Post by Quinn on Sept 18, 2023 23:42:06 GMT
At her spark, Quinn didn’t want to kill this Autobot, even if she did hit her in the helm with a pistol. As she grew closer, her blades slashed towards Punch’s arms, hoping to subdue her to the point she was no longer a threat. She hesitated briefly in her strike, leaving an opening.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2023 3:13:08 GMT
The two robots collided hard, sliding back across the dirt from the impact. Even with Quinn’s hesitation, Punch’s catch wasn’t flawless: the long blades connected across one of her arms, and gashed the edge of her faceplate. She was able to redirect enough momentum to crash Quinn into a thick tree trunk, though, embedding one of her blades deeply into it. With the hope she was stuck, at least temporarily, Punch stepped back, steadying herself and touching at the wound on her face.
She looked down at the drops of energon on her fingers - it had been a while since she’d seen spilt energon, and longer since she had seen her own, but she smudged it away with the back of her servo and tried not to think about it right now. “Nice shot.” she grunted, dropping the meek facade and walking towards her discarded pistol. “I liked that faceplate, yknow.”
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Post by Quinn on Sept 20, 2023 3:28:15 GMT
Quinn was taken aback by the Autobot femme’s quick reaction, cursing under her breath as her blades only manage to inflict a superficial wound. She finds her frame hurled against the trunk of a large tree, a resounding THUNK echoed as her frame made contact. When she moved to regain her composure, she found one of her blades embedded in the trunk. When she tried to pull it out, she found herself stuck, the serrated edges helping the blade to pierce deep inside.
“…Slag!” She cursed as she struggled to free herself. Looking over her shoulder, she saw Punch approaching her discarded pistol, making her increase her efforts. She presses a pede on the trunk in an attempt to pry herself free. Despite her situation, Quinn wasn’t completely defenseless. With one arm free, she would be able to use her secondary weapon. Small projectile energy shards protruded from her free forearm, shards that would cut through foes like shards of glass.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2023 3:43:03 GMT
Punch faced away from the purple flier as she walked over to pick up her blaster, satisfied that she’s been lodged in place when she hears the pulling. “You’re not much of a conversationalist. In another time and place, I would’ve appreciated that.” The mortar launcher on her back cooled down, and she seemed like she was getting ready to leave, leaving herself open as she bent to pick up her pistol.
Assuming no particularly opportunistic ‘cons tried to take a shot, Punch would stand back up, and latch the pistol back to her hip. “Suppose I’ll just leave you here for the authorities, then?” Sure, Punch herself didn’t trust G.H.O.S.T., or whatever the humans were up to, but the ‘con didn’t know that, and it should at least work to intimidate.
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Post by Quinn on Sept 21, 2023 3:52:31 GMT
Quinn felt a mixture of fear and anger course through her energon lines. “The Autobot doesn’t even have the decency to deal with me herself..” she thought. She had no idea who this “G.H.O.S.T. entity or group was, but she didn’t want to find out. The thought of being captured and thrown in a cell terrified her. She saw an opportunity as Punch turned away, and in a desperate and rather dishonorable move, she flicked her arm towards Punch, launching a barrage of razor-sharp energy shards towards her.
After sending he attack, Quinn gathered all of her strength to begin to cut through the tree trunk. She raised the blade on her left servo and brought it through the tree with immense speed and strength
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2023 5:10:27 GMT
Punch had turned to go, considering the situation dealt with, but she didn’t make it far before a soft wooshing energy sound split the air. Before she could react, a swarm of energy blades pelted her; some missed, sure, but a few clipped her thigh, and as she recoiled, one found its way directly into the palm of her right servo. Her leg hurt, and she had buckled, but her hand hurt far more, causing her to grimace as she inspected the wound. It burned with an electric tingle, a sensation Punch wasn’t familiar with - the detective part of her mind knew these shards weren’t a standard weapon, but that was the least of her concerns. She heard Quinn slash free of the tree behind her, but took a moment to survey her wounds and gather strength before standing back up.
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Post by Quinn on Sept 21, 2023 5:16:06 GMT
As soon as she was freed from the tree trunk, Quinn turned to face her Autobot opponent. “No more games…” she growled. She pushed off of the ground and began sprinting towards Punch at breakneck speed. She took note the Autobot had sustained some damage from her shards, knowing this could make her easier to subdue, or more desperate…
As the Decepticon femme closed the gap, she chose to launch a flying knee attack at Punch’s chest. Subconsciously choosing a non-lethal attack.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2023 5:42:55 GMT
Punch had barely regained her footing when Quinn sprinted at her, knee first. While it would take a while before she was fully healed, she was able to brace herself against the purple femme’s attack, stumbling back from the full force knee rather than toppling over. With right arm, she grappled with Quinn, and with her other servo she reached for the mortar cannon on her back. She reached to grab at Quinn’s shoulders, hoping to take control of the situation. “You’ve got a lot of bloodthirst… for someone… whose leader… already gave up.” She grunted out, straining from the fight.
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Post by Quinn on Sept 21, 2023 5:51:55 GMT
After her initial attack, Quinn was now up close and personal with the Autobot. In the beginning she had wanted to simply gain information if possible, but her life as an enslaved assassin didn’t provide her with much ‘people skills’. Quinn’s skill set was primarily derived of stealth and surprise attacks, and grappling wasn’t much of her strongsuit. Punch was larger than she was, putting Quinn at a slight disadvantage, but she wouldn’t let herself go down so easily.
As she struggled to keep Punch from grappling her, the Autobot’s words surprised her, “…What are you talking about?! There’s no chance Lord Megatron would give up. He’s too determined to conquer everything in his wake.”
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2023 6:18:45 GMT
Punch’s size gave her an advantage in the grappling, and she wasn’t a stranger to fighting up close and personal, but her injuries and Quinn’s speed countered most of her advantage. However, she noticed Quinn’s expression change when she mentioned the war, and she tried to use that to her advantage.
She slowly drew her mortar cannon and led it towards Quinn’s abdomen. “You been living under a rock? Or just one of those fanatics?” With a quick trigger pull, Punch fired off a low charge blast in between them, just enough to - hopefully - give her some distance. Quinn had the melee advantage, and Punch didn’t want her getting the edge again. “You don’t sound too broken up over it, anyway.”
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