Arcee: -is BANGING on the door-

Bonecrusher: *grumblingly gets up - at least blackout isn't here to bitch about door-banging, and pries the door open*  WHAT?

Arcee: -leaps at him, somehow managing to snarl and grin at the same time, hands grabbing  and tearing and ripping at wiring, plating, whatever she can get her hands on, swigning fists connecting with armor-

Bonecrusher: *whoa OKAY THEN, growls and grabs one of her fists as it winds back for a punch, ducking down and heaving her over his shoulder, flinging her at a wall*

Arcee: -crashes into the wall but gets up again, charging at him, crossbow out and firing before it's even fully functional, several arrows shto in rapid succession-

Bonecrusher: *roars in pain as the arrows connect, snarling and stumbling back a bit at their force before hunkering down, lashing out with his mine scoop, going straight for her neck.  he's blind in one optic, he's probably going to have some downfalls in this fight, and he's going to get it done.*

Arcee: -she leaped aside, growling as it snagged at her shoulder, then springing up and subspacing her weapon as she grabbed hold of the scoop, twisting, then yanking him towards her, fist smashing foward to connect with his face-

Bonecrusher: *howls and jerks his scoop backwards as she twists it, more of a knee-jerk reaction than anything, and slashes at her chest with one set of claws, catching a seam - this is all feeling a lot like Tracks right now, but this time he doesn't feel bad*  WHAZZAMATTER, PINKIE, DID SOMEONE PISS YOU OFF AGAIN?  *said coyly, with intent to piss her off*

Arcee: -she grunted as he caught her with a claw, then reached out and jammed her fist into his midsection with all of her strength- Yeah. You.

Bonecrusher: *braces himself on his feet as she punches him, then throws his weight forward and slams her into a wall*  WHAT'D I DO THIS TIME, LITTLE GIRL?

Arcee: -pinned against the wall, she lashed out at him, taking hold of his shoulder plating- Does it matter? -riiiiiip-

Bonecrusher: *snarls and reaches one hand to grab her head - pretty much her whole head, considering the size difference - and squeezes.  hard.*  YOU SHOULD HAVE A REASON~!

Arcee: -hiss, attempting to wrench away from him, yanking down on some of his fuel lines roughly- Because.

Bonecrusher: *slams her head back against the wall, harder than he had expected but not harder than he feels safe with, driving a knee up into her abdomen*  FINE.  IF YOU DON'T HAVE  A REASON - *slams her head back again* - I WON'T FEEL BAD ABOUT THIS.

Arcee: -slamslam, owowow...she growled, twisting out of his grip this time and slammign her head up into his face, hopefully smashing right into his eyes- I don't feel bad about it either. -ripping through one of his fuel lines, not oen of the major ones, but enough of one to hurt, she grinned maliciously at him, watchign the blue energon drip-

Bonecrusher: *pulls back, snarling in pain and anger as she slams right into his already slagged optic, and slams a fist into her chest in retaliation, claws latching on the armor and looking to rip it right off*

Arcee: -she just snarled at him, refusing to speak until she'd worked out all of her frustrations on him. She reached up and attempted to knock his hands away from her chest, twisting a leg around his and giving him a shove backwards-

Bonecrusher: *stumbles back at that, one arm flailing as he tries to regain and keep  balance, lurching forward and headbutting her, one hand dislodging from her chest but the other making up for it by latching like a vice and prying it up at one corner*

Arcee: -she growled at him, her head beginning to ache something fiece. She then shifted and brought one of her smaller guns online, aiming it at his knee and firing away.-

Bonecrusher: *drops like 22 tons of brick wall as his knee gives out, dragging claws along her chest and bodily throwing her as he does so*  SLAGGER! 

Arcee: -howling as she's thrown, slamming against the wall and pausing there for a moment, Primus he threw hard- Talking about yourself again, hmm?

Bonecrusher: *smirks viciously and forces himself back on his feet, ignoring the sharp pain in his knee*  TALKIN' ABOUT BOTH OF US, PINKIE.  *slides into a defensive position*  I DIDN'T GET TO FINISH TRACKS, MAYBE I CAN FINISH YOU INSTEAD.

Arcee: -twirling her crossbow aimlessly, for the moment- Hmm, no, I don't think so. -it stopped tiwlring, and she squinted at him as she took aim- Not this time. -she fired at him three times, the shots fast and furious, her aim was good but vision was fuzzy-

Bonecrusher: *he's really not  liking this getting-shot-in-the-chest thing very much, especially since his knee doesn't really like him sliding back on it - he goes back down into a kneeling position, claws curled against the ground*  IF YOU WOULD PREFER, I'LL LET YOU PIN ME THIS TIME.  *is still smirking, even if now he's just getting pissed off*

Arcee: -she gave a little snort, she wasn't going back over there to him, at least not yet.- I pinned you last time too. -though that didn't last long, either way! She had! She cocked the bow at him again, not firing yet-

Bonecrusher: *leers a bit*  YEAH, BUT IT WAS SO FLEETING, AND I KNOW HOW HARD IT IS FOR FEMMES TO PIN SOMEONE SO MUCH STRONGER THAN THEM.

Arcee: -leers right back at him- Maybe so. Either way, you're the one on the ground, and I'm not.

Bonecrusher: *nods a bit at that*  YOUR POINT.  *and then lunges, throwing himself at her, claws extended*

Arcee: -point for that one, but at a nsty price. She grunted as her crashed against her, sparks flying. The bow was gone now, her hands attempting to move fast and furios to gain access to the plating of the spark chamber, she was feeling a bit uneasy, and she had a feeling that getting away from him wouldn't be easy-

Bonecrusher: *he digs his claws into the one seam of her chestplate that he hadn't previously gotten to, ripping at it with vicious ferocity, baring his teeth as she tries to rip at his plating - he contemplates something and then snarls, ducking his head to actually bite at her audios, gnashing his teeth - she picked the wrong  time to fight him if she was looking for him to hold back, it seems*

Arcee: -she growled in pain but didn't stop what she was doing, ripping and tearing just to get to his casing. One hand finally came up and smacked him upside the head, then moved back down to rip off the panellign that protected the case-

Bonecrusher: *snarls and drags his teeth through her audio, before reaching a hand up and grabbing her by the side of her head, whipping it to the side and grinning viciously*  I WONDER HOW IT WOULD FEEL TO RIP YOUR FUEL LINE FROM YOUR NECK.  *and my oh my, he really is eyeing that line*

Arcee: -she slammed her hand into the chamber and snatched at the wires as her neck was tilted crazily to the side, optics slitted and glaring at him as well as she could, now practically deaf on one side- Try it slagger, and see if I dont manage to get this spark out of your chest faster than I die.

Bonecrusher: *stills, engine rumbling angrily in his chest, teeth still bared, hissing*  I WOULD THINK YOU'D ENJOY IT, EITHER WAY.

Arcee: -she gave them a tug- Try me.

Bonecrusher: *smirks, tilting his head slowly, as to make his intentions of actually biting her clear*  I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO BE MORE CAREFUL WITH THOSE WIRES, BUBBLEGUM.  YOU'D NOT LIKE THE RESULTS.

Arcee: -she frowned a bit, glaring at him- You sever that fuel line and I'll kill you.

Bonecrusher: THINK YER GONNA KILL ME EITHER WAY.

Arcee: *blink.*

Bonecrusher: SO, I SHOULD AT LEAST GET A CHANCE TO MAKE IT WORTH YER WHILE.

Arcee: -she just stared at him, hiding the confusion. She was wso intelligent but so dense sometime- Whatever, Crusher. -her fingers were wound tight in the wires, in case he decided to mess with that oh so important line, her grip tight and unrelenting. -

Bonecrusher: *ticks his claws against her half-pried open chestplate*  IF YOU'D PREFER, I'LL JUST GRAB YOUR  WIRES.  WE'LL SEE WHO HAS THE STRENGTH TO PULL FIRST.

Arcee: -well hell.-

Bonecrusher: *heh.*

Arcee: -that had utterly backfired. She knocked his hand away with her free one, jerking warningly at his wires- No.

Bonecrusher: *groans a little*  I'M STILL REELING FROM A DELICIOUS INTERROGATION WITH THE VOK IN OUR CUSTODY, PINKIE.  I WOULDN'T BE PULLING THOSE WIRES UNLESS YOU MEAN FOR ME TO START SOMETHING.

Arcee: Interrogation, huh? I'm assuming your kind, with lots of pain and suffering, huh? -she didn't jerk again, but didn't let go, either. She wasn't stupid, she let go she was going offline fast-

Bonecrusher: *makes a delighted noise*  FACE-RIPPING AND SCREAMING AND PAIN.  IT WAS DELICIOUS.

Arcee: Ah. I'm sure it was. Wish I'd been there. -stares at him, unreadable expression on her face, grip unrelenting-

Bonecrusher: IT DOESN'T MATTER.  IT WOULDN'T HAVE LASTED.  *growls now, pissed at the memories*  OPTIMUS PRIME DECIDED TO RUIN MY FUN.

Arcee: -frowns- Well, that's annoying. -slight hand twitch, JERK!-

Bonecrusher: *howls out, dropping his head to her neck, teeth clenching against armor - not wire, thankfully, claws twitching and digging into her chest*

Arcee: -whoops, she wasn't sure if she'd hurt him, and her grip relaxed a bit, glaring down at him as he bit against her, and she shoved his head back and away, grinding it into the ground- Watch it. -she retightened her grip, giving them a rough, hard jerk-

Bonecrusher: *snarls and bites at the hand grinding his head against the ground, claws jerking downwards against her chest, a few claws sliding in to scrape along wires similar to those in her hand*

Arcee: -she stiffened, a low, low growl escaping from her vocals, hand tightening on the wires and jerking them to right before the breaking point- What the hell are you doing?

Bonecrusher: *winces at the pain but hooks two claws around the wires in her chest, careful enough to not sever them, but definitely in there.*  I'M BALANCING THE FIGHT.  *smirks through the pain*  WHAT DO YOU THINK I'M DOING?

Arcee: -she growled in mild pain, slooowly letting go of those wires- staring him hard in the face-

Bonecrusher: *doesn't move his claws, leering up at her - slag, she had gotten in his chest twice, he's not about to give up his one shot!*

Arcee: -slag. she reached forward, grabbing his head and slamming it into the ground, repeatedly-

Bonecrusher: *snarls and slides his claws against the wires with every thud, scraping at them* I HAVE NO QUALMS SHREDDING THEM IN MY HANDS, PINKIE.

Arcee: Dammit, Crusher. -she sounded annoyed, shoving at his hands that held the wires in her chest. She ignored any pain that there might be, pushing hard against his hands, trying to get him to let go-

Bonecrusher: *loosens his grip slightly* I TOLD YOU I WOULDN'T HOLD BACK.
Arcee: I never doubted you. -she stared at him idly- Would have thought less of you if you did.

Bonecrusher: SMART GIRL. *idly looks up at her, not letting go of the wires quite yet* SO, WHAT GOT YOU SO PISSED THIS TIME?
Arcee: Hmph.
Arcee: Everything.
Arcee: Do I need a specific reason?

Bonecrusher: I DON'T KNOW. MOST WOULD THINK TRYING TO RIP MY SPARK OUT - FOR THE SECOND TIME - WARRANTS A REASON.
Arcee: Well I didn't want you dead. -defensive- Just you know...in excruciating pain.

Bonecrusher: OH. *deadpan* THANKS, REALLY. I APPRECIATE PAIN MORE THAN DEATH.

Bonecrusher: *frowns* DO YOU WANT SOMEONE TO FIGHT YOU, OR DO YOU WANT SOMEONE TO TORTURE?
Arcee: -grinning now- Maybe a little bit of both.

Bonecrusher: *leers at her, claws twitching against the wires again* WELL, FAR BE IT FOR ME TO DENY A FEMME HER WHIMS.
Arcee: Uh huh. -stares levelly, eyes flashing at him as she stared-

Bonecrusher: *and.... scraaaaaaaaaapes the wires, still leering* C'MON, PINKIE. *hisses* TORTURE ME.

Arcee: ....-she gave him a glare, wincing under his scrape- Fool. I'm not so good at torturing. It's easier to just kill you. I don't really want to do that.

Bonecrusher: *sneers* THEN PRACTICE. DON'T YOU WANT TO BE GOOD AT SOMETHING? OTHER THAN SITTING AROUND AND BEING USELESS?

Bonecrusher: *tugs slightly on the wires, not cutting them in the slightest - damn good control*
Arcee: -she gave a little growl- I'm not useless. -she reached at him, snagging his own wires in her hand, gripping tightly- Show me, then. Teach me.

Bonecrusher: *snarls* YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE ASKING ME TO DO, FEMME. THIS CLOSE AFTER PULLING MYSELF FROM THE EDGE? *actually wraps his claws around the wires now, tensing slightly around them* IF YOU WANT ME TO TEACH YOU, YOU'LL HAVE TO PART WITH YOUR SPARK, YOUR BONDS, YOUR EVERYTHING. BECAUSE I WILL LEAVE NOTHING INTACT.
Arcee: Then what good is that? -she glared at him, jerking lightly on his wires- Removing my spark, my bonds, destroys me and there will be nothing left to teach.

Bonecrusher: *loosens his grip suddenly and drops his hand to the ground, glaring up at her* I'M NOT A VERY GOOD TEACHER. I GET CARRIED AWAY. *motions vaguely at his optic* THIS WAS ALL THE DAMAGE TRACKS COULD GET ON ME ONCE I GOT STARTED.
Arcee: -blinks- Hmph. I dare say I did a better job.

Bonecrusher: YOU DID. I MUCH PREFER YOU ON TOP OF ME, RATHER THAN ME ON TOP OF HIM.
Arcee: Oh, really.

Bonecrusher: *purrs* I ONLY SPEAK THE TRUTH, PINKIE.
Arcee: I'm sure I'm better to look at, at any rate.
Arcee: -knocks him upside the head, not hard-

Bonecrusher: *smirks* A HUNDRED TIMES BETTER.
Arcee: -lifts a brow- You are insane. You do know that don't you?

Bonecrusher: OF COURSE I DO. *idly looks at her* IF I WEREN'T, I WOULDN'T LET YOU TOP ME. NO SELF RESPECTING DECEPTICON LETS A FEMME GET THE UPPER HAND.
Arcee: -optic roll- Crusher...you have things wrong with you. Seriously. -releases the connecting wires in his chest as well, eyeing him-

Bonecrusher: *nods easily* I DO. MANY, MANY THINGS. MOST OF THEM GET SOLVED WITH ENERGON.... OTHER TIMES I TAKE IT OUT ON DEFENSLESS MECHS. WHICHEVER IS MORE READILY AVAILABLE.
Arcee: Defenseless mechs, like Tracks? -grin-

Bonecrusher: .............

Bonecrusher: YEAH.

Bonecrusher: LIKE TRACKS.
Arcee: Hmm. -leans forward- At least I'm not defenseless.

Bonecrusher: *tilts his head in agreement* OBVIOUSLY NOT, CONSIDERING THIS IS THE SECOND TIME YOU'VE GOTTEN UNDER MY ARMOR.
Arcee: -grins, hints of a smirk-

Bonecrusher: I REALLY SHOULD JUST DUCK TAPE YOUR ARMS TO THE WALL NEXT TIME YOU JUMP AT ME. *deadpan*
Arcee: I'm just that dangerous -coos at him-

Bonecrusher: *innocently* MAYBE I JUST THINK YOU'D LOOK BETTER ON MY WALL.
Arcee: You're wall. -bland- I think it would be nice to see you splattered all over the floor.

Bonecrusher: *shakes his head* I'M REALLY QUITE BAD AT SPLATTERING. TOO MUCH ARMOR, HOLDS ALL THE LIQUIDS INSIDE.

Bonecrusher: BEEN DROPPED A FEW TIMES BY SEEKERS TO KNOW THAT.
Arcee: Yeah, I've noticed.
Arcee: -snorts in laughter-
Arcee: -sits up, adjusting her weight- Now what? You can't teach me without killing me. Huh.

Bonecrusher: *idly* YOU COULD JUST START PULLING THINGS AND SEE HOW MUCH IT HURTS.
Arcee: True...-snags one of his fuel lins by his neck, yanking on is and leeeaaaaning back, pulling as hard as possible-

Bonecrusher: *groans, shuddering at that, and hisses between clenched teeth* BLUNT PAIN ISN'T TORTURE!
Arcee: You told me to pull and see if it hurt! -grinning happily, reaching over and grabbing a hold of another teeny wire by the fuel line, pulling on it-

Bonecrusher: *shifts underneath her, forcing himself not to throw her off - let her play* IT HURTS BUT IT ISN'T TORTURE. I'VE DEALT WITH WORSE DURING MY TIME WITH BLACKOUT.
Arcee: -peer- Okay. So. Show me without killing me, then?
Arcee: Can you handle that?

Bonecrusher: *shutters his working optic for a moment and then reaches up, digging his claws into the side of her neck, just missing important wires - and twitches his claws, bringing them into a fuel line, not cutting it - just bending it under his claws, like bending a garden hose while it's running* COULD KILL YOU LIKE THIS, BUT THAT'D BE TOO EASY. *smirks* YOU SLOW THEM DOWN, THEN YOU TAKE THEM APART SLOWLY. DON'T JUST PULL AND YANK - THAT'S BRAWLER FORMAT. YOU'RE PLAYING INTERROGATOR.
Arcee: -she was still, and unmoving, listening and not really daring to move as he moved- Okay.

Bonecrusher: *lets his claws pull back, scraping them along the wire roughly before lowering his hand to the ground, finally* YOU'RE NOT AN ANIMAL. TAKE YOUR TIME. *leers* I HAVE ALL NIGHT.
Arcee: -she leaned forward, trying again, wrapping hands around hi lines, bending lightly, letting her fingers dig in. She twisted slowly and tediously, not trying to snatch or pull, instead trying to manipulate, twist, turn, but not quite to the breaking point-

Bonecrusher: *growls and tilts his head back, feeling her twisting but not snapping, bending but not breaking - it hurt, no doubt about that, but he's been through far worse* YOU CAN DO BETTER. USE YOUR IMAGINATION. *locks his optic on her face, hissing* YOU'VE GOT ONE OF THOSE, RIGHT?
Arcee: -she gave him a little scowl- Hey, I'm not like you, I haven't had years of practice at this, slagger.

Bonecrusher: *smirks* I KNOW, THAT'S WHY I'M TELLING YOU YOU CAN KEEP GOING. YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT TOO FAR IS, YET.
Arcee: -she reached further in, carefully disconnecting a few of the lesser important wires, then again, what wire in a mech wasn't important? She pulled them out and set them aside, then reached back in, picking through what she could say, twisttwist, bend bend, woops, snapped that one, oh well, wasn't her-

Bonecrusher: *lets out a low, hissing snarl as she digs into him, scraping his claws against the ground to force himself from reaching up to grab her - his defense mechanisms are hard to rewire but he does it anyways - she wants the practice, he'll tell her when she really hurts him*
Arcee: -Hmm, lets see, continues with what shes doing, ignoring his reactions for now, or at least not acknowledging him, ignoring him would be quite dangerous. She abandoned her work on his neck, random wires sticking out at odd angles. She moved back to his chest, where she could do the most damage. She reached back in, hands deftly picking at the wires connecting the casking, fingers brushing against the casing, scratching it, undoubtedly a tinsy bit painful-

Bonecrusher: *snarls and knocks his head back against the ground as she scratches his casing, arms twitching violently* IF YOU'RE GOING TO CONTINUE, DISABLE MY MOTOR FUNCTIONS, YOU IDIOT! FIRST THING YOU DO WHEN YOU'RE GETTING INTO SOMEBODY'S CHASSIS!
Arcee: Ooh, did I get you? -reaches over and disables those functions, eyeing him-

Bonecrusher: *hisses, switching to his comms so that his dentals are free to be ground together* :: NOT ENOUGH TO GET ME TO BEG. YOU WANTED TO BE TAUGHT. ::
Arcee: ::Hmm.:: -continues working on his chassis, feeling free to knock around in there abit more roughly, though not causing any unecessary pain-

Bonecrusher: *groans, wondering vaguely if turning off his motor functions was such a good idea - he can't move - well, of course not, you moron, that's why you do it-* :: DISABLING A MECH'S ABILITY TO MOVE IS TORTURE UNTO ITSELF, ARCEE. IF THEY CAN'T SHIFT TO DISLODGE WHAT PAIN YOU'RE CAUSING, THEY'RE GOING TO PANIC. :: *not that he'll panic, not yet, he's way better than that.
Arcee: ::Oooh. Makes beautiful sense.:: -moving more freely now, she pulled on some of those casing wirse, hands scraaaaping up against the casing, oopsie!-

Bonecrusher: *lets a small yelp loose through the comm, trying to throw her off but duh, he can't move - okay, that is a little worrying.*
Arcee: -oooh, she made him yelp! Goody. She reached into the casing itself, fingers brushing against the spark itself, digging in and under it, not trying to rip it out, but attempting to cause as mus pain as mech-ly possible-

Bonecrusher: *can't help but shriek a little at that, throwing himself at her mentally but only able to physically shudder - slag she's going straight for the kill!* :: YOU CAN START SMALLER THAN THE SPARK! :: *doesn't hide the hint of desperation in his voice - can't, really*
Arcee: ::But I don't want to. I don't plan on killing you, calm down.:: -continues to work her fingers beneath his spark, wondering idly if she could get it out and hold it. Could be wother a try. So, tries!::

Bonecrusher: *oh goddamn- howls and shudders harshly because no one gets that close to his spark and yet he can't help but push her on* :: IF YOU'RE GOING TO DO IT, DO IT! ::
Arcee: ::-Do what?:: -innocent, digging deeped, feeling it give slightly, the intensity of the energy throbbing in her hands, and she glanced at him, wondering why he was pushing her to go on when he was clearly in pain-

Bonecrusher: *screams - never done this never done this, his spark doesn't want to move, slaggit!*
Arcee: ::Want me to stop?:: -hesitates-

Bonecrusher: *yes he fucking does! * :: WOULD YOU STOP IF I WERE NEMESIS?! ::
Arcee: ::No.::
Arcee: ::But you aren't Nemesis.::
Bonecrusher: :: YOU'RE TRYING TO TORTURE ME THROUGH PITY? :: *SNARLS at her* :: YOU WANTED TO LEARN, YOU'RE LEARNING! ::
Arcee: ::But I don't want to kill you, you fool.::

Bonecrusher: :: YOU WON'T - STRONGER THAN THAT - DONE THIS DOZENS OF TIMES TO WEAK LITTLE AUTOBOT FEMMES LIKE YOU! :: *is pushing back screams* :: YOU PROBABLY KNEW THEM. I MIGHT HAVE DONE THIS TO YOUR FRIENDS. ::
Arcee: ::Okay.:: -that had done it, she not so gently lifted it out, holding it in front of her, hands shaking slightly from the energy-

Bonecrusher: *screams incoherently, working optic fixed on his own stupid slagging spark and that's what it looks like and this is what it feels like oh, wonderful - his spark pulses, unused to being out of it's protective casing and this probably isn't very good for it at all*
Arcee: ::I'm putting it back.::

Bonecrusher: *can't even form a coherent sound, just cries against the pain owowowowow-*
Arcee: -hurridly lowers it, settling it gently back into it's resting place, medical hands working now, reattatchign wires, closing the casing, repairing what she could-

Bonecrusher: *groans incoherently oh primus that hurt--! *
Arcee: -shakily reconnecting everything- ::You okay?::

Bonecrusher: :: ...........f-f-fine. ::
Arcee: ::Sure...?:: -very concerned-

Bonecrusher: *moans and tries to shift his head, optic shutting off so he can just appreciate the fact that his spark is right where it's supposed to be* :: f-fine. ::
Arcee: -she didn't want to give him his mobility back until she was sure he wouldn't slag her- ::okay...::

Bonecrusher: :: .................... ::

Bonecrusher: *man, that had not been fun. and he's a sadomasochist, for crying out loud!*
Arcee: -staring at him, looking worried- ::You sure you are okay?::

Bonecrusher: *struggles to think of anything more than "thankprimusmyspark"* :: ....'s.....not done that 'fore. ::
Arcee: -reaches over and shakily onlines his mobility, hoping he wont come after her-

Bonecrusher: *moans aloud now, shakily moving a hand up to grasp at his chest* oooh.
Arcee: -edging away-

Bonecrusher: .....*eyes her* 'm not goin' after you.
Arcee: Good. Cause we gotta go get Elita.

Bonecrusher: *groans* gimme a minute, you just pried my still beatin' spark outta my chest.

Bonecrusher: 's not made for that.
Arcee: I'm sorry.

Bonecrusher: 's ok.

Bonecrusher: .....'ve jus' never had it done before.
Arcee: Yeah. Well you took it well.
Arcee: -nod-

Bonecrusher: .......nngh.... *pushes himself up onto his elbows, glaring at her* 'cos you didn't do enough first.

Bonecrusher: y'build up t'that.
Arcee: -nods- We'll practice again another time.

Bonecrusher: mm... we will.
Arcee: -grins-