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re_alignment_logs2012-12-06 11:57 pm
herald_ramjet) wrote in re_alignment_logs2012-12-06 11:57 pm
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[closed] Attempt at boss battle number two
WHO: Ramjet, Megatronus, Prima
WHERE: Around/above Haven
WHEN:Around now (today/tomorrow)
WHAT: Attempted Herald Smackdown.It's a threesome
WARNINGS: Violence, Ramjet, some temporary mutilation etc.
It didn't matter if things weren't exactly as they should... there was the smell, the taste, the presence of chaos in the air, heady like rariefied energon. It had Ramjet somewhat distracted, and he'd let himself be pulled in towards the Haven and the Junk Pile.
His energies itched.
To lash out, to destroy, to change. To turn this world, or anyone he could come across inside out and maybe empower a Glyphless or two. For now, he'd separated from Prime; the damage was done anyway.
And so he stalked, nearly vibrating, aura flaring about him and burning the reality around him into tortured nothing and then beyond, as it twisted.
It was almost enough to miss the faint, insistent call that something was... coming.
WHERE: Around/above Haven
WHEN:Around now (today/tomorrow)
WHAT: Attempted Herald Smackdown.
WARNINGS: Violence, Ramjet, some temporary mutilation etc.
It didn't matter if things weren't exactly as they should... there was the smell, the taste, the presence of chaos in the air, heady like rariefied energon. It had Ramjet somewhat distracted, and he'd let himself be pulled in towards the Haven and the Junk Pile.
His energies itched.
To lash out, to destroy, to change. To turn this world, or anyone he could come across inside out and maybe empower a Glyphless or two. For now, he'd separated from Prime; the damage was done anyway.
And so he stalked, nearly vibrating, aura flaring about him and burning the reality around him into tortured nothing and then beyond, as it twisted.
It was almost enough to miss the faint, insistent call that something was... coming.
no subject
And he was fast, that was easy to tell. There were a few choices and Ramjet, while he did prefer Vector's half-arm-length's distance style of fighting, was at the least familiar with Fallen's style.
A style which obviously didn't appreciably differ between the past and the present. Or future, in this case. Avoiding the lunge, given that Megatornus was so much larger, would be harder than not to do, unless he was going to flee.
So instead Ramjet teleported just enough sideways to make sure his wing was out of reach even as they crashed together, at least one huge dent partly crushing the side of his cockpit where most of the Firstforged's weight hit. It didn't matter. Ramjet dug his free hand into the arm that would've torn a wing off, claws on the tips burrowing down and the aura that had nothing to do with Unicron seeping into the cracks.
For a brief moment, they were face to face, Ramjet's faceplates splitting open.
"How does the madness and sideways, non-angular angles of unreality differ from entropy and chaos, Megatronus?" The whisper slid along no angles, wavering somewhere between as Ramjet's makeshift mouth rasped right against the side of the grille Megatronus called a mask. Perhaps being up this close, it would be obvious he was no simple creature of Unicron, even as a Herald.
And then Ramjet quickly teleported away again, but only so far, appearing behind the Prime and lashing out with his wingblade.