Ironhide (
heavyweaponsbot) wrote2014-06-28 04:00 pm
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IC INBOX || DEER TOWN
[There's a lot of beeping noises. Someone trying to push buttons and accidentally mashing down the entire keypad.]
[Several times.]
[Eventually there's a grunt--]
There. Now. Leave--
[BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP.]
[Several times.]
[Eventually there's a grunt--]
There. Now. Leave--
[BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP.]
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just a spar
i'm not interested in killing anyone
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Very well
I accept those terms.
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field by the lake
see you there
[SHE'LL BE WAITING]
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[NYOOOOM. He will be.]
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when amara sees him, she figures... he's big. he's metal. reminds her a bit of the old hyperion bots, honestly, but not as shittily built. he's barely transformed before she's summoned her arms and flung herself at him.]
HEADS UP, BIG BOY!
jabs how do i write fight scenes
[She should have mentioned the arms.]
[Still - he's quick to meet force with force. Swinging his own heavy arms up to meet her attack.]
red how do i write
You're huge! Even the Constructors weren't this big!
i have no idea
[He takes a step back, rolling his shoulders.]
I am average by our standards.
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[... you know. Somehow.]
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amara was bracing for impact from him, but the unexpected move throws her off and she stumbles. he's far too big for her to phasegrasp, so she takes the moment ironhide might need to sort himself out after the fist fades to digistruct her pistol into her hands and fire at him. it's nothing special, not a corrosive imbued weapon like she might use on a robot back home, but she's also not aiming to kill him, so.]
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[It only makes her stagger. And he frowns, heavily. Before throwing his arm up to ward the pistol shots off his face. More vulnerable there. His other fist strikes downward -- not to hit her, but the ground nearby. To try and jar her off her shooting stance.]
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How --?
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Told you it would be fun, [she says with a smirk.]
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[Sorry, Amara. That's clearly the most important thing here. Your giant floating hands. Which he's going to attempt to pass his own huge hand through.]
[Are they real?? Holograms??]
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[they're solid, right now. they stop his hand gently, and there's a feeling of electricity to them.
amara's arms are burning again, but she's too obsessive about fighting to care.]
What, you never met a little person who can punch your lights out?
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[He sounds skeptical as he says it. But keeps prodding one of the arms. Man, if they could weaponize something like this...]
No. Humans have fought with us. But we have taken the brunt of the attacks, always.
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[she's seen enough by now and has enough similarities back home to be pretty unfazed by the concept of giant, sentient robots fighting alongside humans.]
That's what I do, too. I'm the team tank. [the hand he's messing with pushes him away; though while amara is strong, she doesn't have super strength. without using her powers behind it, it probably just feels about as much as any other human trying to push his hand away.] You look the same. Short, squat and made to get shot in the face and not die.
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[The universe is a weird... weird place. No doubt about it.]
[He pushes at it a bit once again, seeing if it'll suddenly display the same sort of power it had before. Aside from the electrical tingles -- Ratchet would have a field day with those.]
I have done that and it is unpleasant.
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Heh, I've been shot before too. Not in the face, I couldn't survive that. But other places. It's always no fun.
[she crosses her arms, tilting her head.]
How'd you come to humanity, then? They build you?
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[He gestures at his face. Where the ugly scarring is located, his "eyelids" half welded shut from the damage.]
We landed on their world. An artifact of ours was located there, and the war for it was threatening them.
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she has the squint up to see where he's gesturing. hard to see little details in this big ass pile of knives.]
Mmm. [she's not surprised warfar was involved. a sad reality of life.] What's your name? Do you have one?
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[More so when those big shoulders shrug.]
'Course I do. Ironhide. Weapons master.
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[there's a short beat while she looks him over - as best as she can, with the height difference - before focusing on the cannons on his arms.]
Are those all you have?
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