Ulysses-Σ47
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Post by Ulysses-Σ47 on Feb 10, 2012 21:29:11 GMT -5
The crush was cushioned by the snow, but the blows still hurt. Yet, Ulysses didn't let go. One slam. Nothing. Two slams, the same. Three, four, five. Not a bloody thing.
Then, on the seventh, he kicked up with both his legs, straight into the arm and the small of the giant's back. He pulled himself out of the snow. Dizzy, and very, very sore. And wet.
He hated water. He staggered, stretched, and got back into a comfortable fighting position; big boy was growing frantic, and he could win this. Not easily, but he could. He would. He waited for the ragdoll-machine's next move.
The crash of a metal pipe outside started him, along with the fwump of snow. His hand was back for his sword, getting a grip. One machine his size was bad. But a big one AND a trained fighter? He didn't like those odds. Not yet, anyways.
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Post by Nikolai [39] on Feb 10, 2012 21:44:32 GMT -5
Nikolai massaged his throat, and stared balefully at the other stitchpunk. His machine eye didn't give away much in the way of emotion, but with the spotlight off, the scratches and torn fabric around it was very plain to see. Evidence of a desperate installation. Nikolai's throat recovered and he cleared it. The snow didn't bother him. He didn't like it, but it didn't bother him.
He took a deep breath. His limbs became less tense, and he shook his arms and legs out while Ulysses was catching his own breath. He rubbed his elbow and rolled his neck. His optic went back to the lazy, half-lidded, quiet grumpiness that seemed so natural on his face. He thought for a moment. He got back into his stance, but this one was different. Instead of the open, wrestler-like machine-based wild stance, this one was tighter- more focused. His legs were closer together, and he was standing instead of crouching. His body angled sideways and his arms pulled to his chest in what was close to a boxing stance, if not a bit lower. Nikolai was used to fighting against opponents that took three times as long to take down. He wasn't about to stop here.
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Post by Ulysses-Σ47 on Feb 10, 2012 21:53:48 GMT -5
Oh, big boy wanted another round? Ulysses shrugged, and, after one more stretch, took his stance. It was a boxer's stance, perhaps a bit less open, and he lead with his left, as though he were going to fight right-handed. Considering everything up to this point, it was just another layer of confusion.
If he registered that the eye was installed, and not his entire being, he didn't care. As far as he was concerned, as long as the taller Ragdoll wanted to go, he'd keep beating him into the ground. It was that simple. He didn't always start things, but he happily finished them. And he'd finished things far bigger than one misshapen bandit ragdoll.
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Post by [NPC] Machine on Feb 21, 2012 14:20:20 GMT -5
Oh, what was this?
Some silly, silly ragdolls, in the middle of hunting territory, just play fighting around? Or perhaps they really were fighting. How could something so simple really know for sure?
The machine that had spotted the two dolls this deep in traitor territory was rather small compared to its brethren - it seemed like a mix between a lizard and one of the siren machines, capable of making a loud warning sound to alert others if it wanted. The expandable bag that controlled its volume quivered slightly as it watched, more from anticipation than from readying to use its voice. These dolls were distracted, all it had to do was take them by surprise.
The stealthy creature swept sideways silently, meandering easily between the trash piles that lay between it and the two sparring dolls.
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Post by Nikolai [39] on Feb 21, 2012 16:16:07 GMT -5
As Nikolai prepared to re-enter the fray, his eye spotted something. Something behind Ulysses. There, right in front of him, was the white outline of his soul in Nikolai's machine eye. And, behind it, a darkness. His heart ran cold. Dark spots were always machines. He froze. He opened his mouth very slowly. "I am not meaning to be alarming you," He started slowly and quietly.
"But there is a machine moving in on us. From behind. It is not very large, but there is something on it's back. I cannot tell. It does not know I have seen it yet." Nikolai's hand, very slowly, moved towards the hilt of his sword. During the fight it had become glaringly obvious to him that the one he fought was no machine, and was not in league with them. And so, because of this, his objectives now shifted in the wake of the Beast's approach. Now, instead of a second threat, the other was a Stitchpunk, one with considerable fighting skill. A possible asset.
For now, Nikolai's brain whirred with possible strategies on how to deal with this monster. His normal optic opened to a pinprick, and his hand found the eyepatch at his neck. He re-covered his eye and blinked once or twice as the pupil of his normal eye grew after being closed. He cast a hasty look around their small fight area- And then his eyes settled on the snow that lined the bottom of the cave- Deep enough to hide a body.
Or two bodies.
Nikolai brought up a fist, pointed two fingers to the snow, held it up flat in a palm, a 'wait' gesture, then pointed first to the machine and then the side wall of the small alcove they stood in. The message seemed to be 'We should dive into the snow when the machine passes out of sight". Nikolai watched the other carefully. He knew it was abrupt, he knew the other might not buy it, but they were both in danger right now, and Nikolai prioritized the machine over everything else.
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Ulysses-Σ47
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Post by Ulysses-Σ47 on Feb 28, 2012 0:48:18 GMT -5
Big boy stopped, and was blinking. Ulysses repressed a smile beneath his mask, even as his mind whirred with possible reasons. He knew he was outclassed? No. There was barely any sound, but with the thud of the pipe, it could very well be-
"I am not meaning to be alarming you, but there is a machine moving in on us. From behind. It is not very large, but there is something on it's back. I cannot tell. It does not know I have seen it yet."
Or it was that. Ulysses weighed the odds that the big Russian was lying to him, to get an advantage. Then, the other covered up his machine eye. You didn't get rid of an advantage just like that. Not unless you were crazy or arrogant, and it was clear he was neither. He nodded in understanding.
The hand signals were crystal clear, and, even more to Ulysses' liking, they made sense. If big boy could see the thing, it would work. He too, grasped for his sword, his other hand sheathing his combat knife. He knew what to do.
Down on your signal, big'un.
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