Trypticon Training Room

 

     This stark, spacious chamber is well-reinforced and shielded to stand up to the strain of many practice bouts. A training drone stands in one corner of the room, ready for a workout. The walls are sheathed in protective alloys that house sensors and cameras to project to the shielded monitors, allowing the combatants to observe their fight and progress. Off to the side are a few seats for spectators to observe the combatants and let out a cheer or two.

 

Contents:

Hun-Grrr

Comcast

Training Drone

Obvious exits:

West <W> leads to Trypticon Troop Quarters.

 

Comcast is once again in the training room coding up the drone for a very special scenario: Melee combat only. At his side are the Hammer and Sickle of the blacksmith Fulcrum. The seeker finishes his coding and closes down a panel. The drone counts down a timer until it activates, and Comcast picks up both weapons and stands ready to battle.

 

        With loud footfalls, the jovial and proud Khan of the Terror Clan strides into the Training Room. A boisterous laugh fills the general vacinity around him before he speaks, "What! A glorious day for a bit of training. Always eager to keep the rust from winning its wars against the lubricant in my joints! What is this? Hunters and Colleagues of mine are not here... only scarce few wish to train on this day of inactivity? Sad." Hun-Grrr clubs his chest with his right fist, "Salutations!"

 

Scrapper is also in the training room, doing battle with one of the other drones, possibly liberated from the New Crystal City Holo-Arena. But when I say 'doing battle', I mean more 'beating it over the head with an energo-sword'. The drone is on uber-easy mode (didn't think it /had/ an uber-easy mode, didja?). But anyway, Scrapper, with Springer's sword, is pretty much using it like a baseball bat in order to 'train' himself to be a good swordsman. This might not work. Upon Hun-Grrr's entrance, Scrapper offers a wave, "Salutations right back!" The drone, being on uber-easy mode, doesn't take advantage of the distraction.

 

Comcast looks up too as the jovial Hun-Grrr reveals himself, foolishly turning his back on the drone as it's timer ends and the training scenario begins. "Greetings, Hun-GrrmmmHUYven!" The Seeker gets struck by one of the drone's various bludgeoning devices, and gets knocked on his aft. "Drone, 10 astrosecond pause in program." He verbally stops the drone, and gets up.

 

Not turning his attention away, he waits for the timer to count down. The drone approaches again, this time lunging with a blade weapon. Comcast tries to move his hammer to block, but doesn't react in time to move the heavy instrument, and the drone gets a good jab in his arm. "Hnngh!"

 

        Laughter continues to come forth from the Terrorcon Commander... this time probably because Hun-Grrr watched Comcast get struck by the drone, "Oh my... Hunter... you look as if you require a little practice with your tools of trade." Hun-Grrr raises his hand up to salute the two of them, "My colleagues, how do you fair today? Your training goes well? Or..." Hun-Grrr looks to Comcast, "Or worse than expected?" He asks in regards to Comcast getting struck in the back.

 

Scrapper tsks as Comcast gets sent flying back onto his tushie. Scrapper is eeeeeasily trashing /his/ drone. "My training is going very well! I always thought that the Cybertronian martial arts was supposed to be a complicated affair," Scrapper slooooowly does one of the basic moves that any melee combat troopers would know to the drone. The drone barely resists, and falls to the ground, defeated by the courageous Scrapper! "But it's pretty easy."

 

When Hunter-Seeker is abbreviated, it's shortened to Seeker, not Hunter! Bah, nevermind. Comcast grumbles as he continues to fight the drone. This time the drone attacks from another angle, and Comcast quickly blocks the strike with his Sickle. However, he's unprepared with his Hammer, and makes a rather ineffectual stab with it, striking the drone almost harmlessly with the hammer's head.

 

"It's easy if it's on a setting for fighting Bumblebee, Scrapper." He says between blows, "You do realise that those things reset on a higher setting after you defeat them, don't you?"

 

        Hun-Grrr slowly ceases to laugh, merely grinning at the two training Decepticons, "Indeed they do, my comrade... so let's pray to your higher powers that you do not defeat the combatant inwhich you are currently facing." Hun-Grrr can't help but release another boisterous chuckle, "For you are having enough trouble with that setting..."

 

Scrapper first corrects Comcast, "No no, this is Beachcomber setting. I'm working my way up. And as for your second point, as a matter of fact, no I d- Gah!" Scrapper leaps back as the drone charges, now on the default medium setting. The drone wipes out a limb at Scrapper, knocking the sword from his hands and sending it clattering to the ground. Scrapper hesitates, giving the drone time to flail out a kick, sending the Constructicon sliding across the ground. The drone pauses, waiting for Scrapper to return. You'd almost swear the thing was laughing. Scrapper grunts and rubs his head.

 

Comcast continues to battle, although he does allow a mirthful smirk to form on his face. It lasts as long as it takes for the drone to get his next shot in. "Hrrgh! Doesn't sound as if this is going to be an issue, Hun-Grr.." he mutters as he drops the sickle to practice use of the Hammer on its own. He's a bit more agile with the weapon when he weilds it with both hands, but his technique with a hammer is way up there with Mario on Donkey Kong.

 

        Hun-Grrr turns his head and watches Scrapper take some abuse from the evil drone, "Oh... what an awful bout of bad luck, Hunters. Perhaps you two require better training than what these simple drones can give you? I, Khan Hun-Grrr declare that I will assist you in your combative stances and I will help to make you better Hunters!" Hun-Grrr clubs his chest, "Besides..." Hun-Grrr chuckles, "...It looks like the two of you could use it."

 

Scrapper slowly rises up and peers at the drone. The drone starts getting into a combat stance, ready for more melee training, but Scrapper ends the program. "Nnngh... yeah, you're skilled in melee combat, right?" Scrapper asks, walking over. "Surely you can show us a few moves. The next time Smokescreen makes the foolish plan of engaging me hand-to-hand, I want to make sure it's the last plan he ever makes!"

 

Comcast agrees with Scrapper. "Yeah.. oh, hang on. Drone: Shut down." He shakes a couple of joints as the simulated damage disappears, the pain merely a memory. He picks up the sickle again and approaches Hun-Grrr. "The sickle I'm alright with, and Sixshot even taught me a few fighting moves for when I'm unarmed. But there seems to be few people in the Empire who can teach me how to use a hammer." His voice goes a little quiet for a moment. "Well, except for Fulcrum, of course.."

 

        Hun-Grrr simply nods, his visage getting firm and hard, "Ahhhh aye..." The Elite Hunter mutters and reaches behind his back. A rather crude looking club magically appears within his grasp. A smile now appears on the Terrorkhan's face, "You want to better your fighting prowess with a hammer? What a wonderous weapon! Certainly it does not get the credit it deserves when you think of great weapons of the hunt!" Hun-Grrr releases another laugh, "Now... how do you usually attack with your weapon?"

 

Arachnae pads into Trypticons training room, an area that she had honestly thought would be unpopulated. This assumption was based on her notice of many useages of the NCC training arena.. However, that idea gets blown out of the water as she finds herself peering at other members of the empire. What was to have been a moments break in the tedium of cross formulating bio-engineered molecular based poisens to combat the nantite threat seems to be thretened by one of the few things she dislikes. Others watching her train.

 

Scrapper shrugs at Comcast, "Pfft, like we all haven't had a superweapon go insane and try and kill everyone at one point or another in our lives." Like, oh I dunno, ARACHNAE, perhaps? Scrapper walks over and picks his energo-sword back up. "I'd like a few pointers on using a sword also. Though I'm tempted to see if I can't modify it a bit. At least to get the green colouring to a perfect lime hue..." Scrapper walks over to Grrr and Comcast to watch, as there's probably going to be some overlap in the lessons, and it can't hurt to learn more.

 

<OOC> Arachnae is a superweapon?;>

 

Comcast gives him a fairly confused look, before picking up the hammer, and wielding it over his head. Again, think Donkey Kong. And while Comcast would doubtlessly save the day if flaming barrels started rolling up stairs, it's not really all that great against Autobots. "Sort of like this..." He says, realising how foolish he probably looks, with two spectators, no less. "And Scrapper? MY Doom device never backfired. Oh, except for that point where the feedback someone sent into it caused the entire program to short-circuit. But the people operating that satellite were lazy, anyway."

 

<OOC> Scrapper says, "Your super-drones!"

 

<OOC> Arachnae grins.

 

<OOC> Arachnae says, "Just read as if I were the superweapon and had gone nutso;>"

 

<OOC> Scrapper says, "Well, that wouldn't surprise me."

 

<OOC> Arachnae laughs

 

        Hun-Grrr gives a nod of his head to Scrapper and chuckles, "Of course My Comrade in Arms, of course. I would be pleased to impart my knowledge of the Hunt on any of comes to me and requests it. For a squad of better Hunters only serves the Empire better! Now, Watch and listen!" The Club is pointed towards Comcast now as Hungry turns to regard him, "Now you, Hunter, are in a perfect position! I mean look at you! You look quite menacing and intimidating! Now... were you facing a Minibot... perhaps they'd retreat in fear of the thrashing you'd surely give them! However... Hahahahoho!" He points to Comcast's midsection, "If they were competent, they'd have you on the ground double-over with a swift blow right-" he lightly pokes Comcast in the midsection, "-There." A bout of laughter erupts, "So do this!" Hun-Grrr holds his weapon in both gauntlets and pulls it close to his side... where the tip is jutting outward at a 45 degree angle.

 

Arachnae sidesteps along the wall, picking a point to watch what seems to be odd lessons. A brow lifts as she slides into an easy crouch, elbows on knees, wings curving over her shoulders to lend her the apperance of a gargoyle of some alien kind. Emerald optics narrow in thought as she begins to watch.. in a rather.. deeply interested way.

 

Scrapper says, "Yes, well you're not MSE. MSE builds most of the superweapons, and by golly if they don't backfire every so often then we're not doing our job!" He smiles behind his faceplate and nods to his much larger Gestalt Commander brethren. Scrapper listens and watches intently as Hun-Grrr horribly slanders minibots! Minibots have twink-courage. It is law! But Scrapper chuckles at the joke anyway. Scrapper positions himself next to Comcast and angles his weapon at 45 degrees, copying Comcast. Upon seeing Arachnae, however, Scrapper waves, "Here to pick up a few pointers from the trainer here?" he calls out.

 

Comcast is somewhat knocked back by Hun-Grr's slight tap. But Comcast isn't that strong, so hey. The Seeker says "Hmm.. I can already beat up a minibot," He says as if it's bragging potential. "Right.." he angles the weapon as Hun-Grrr has. "Hold it close.. okay.." The Seeker eventually assumes a posture with the weapon that is similar to Hun-Grrr's. "Right. Now what?"

 

        "Now what? Oh... hohohaha... Hunter... now you bludgeon the enemy to death with swipes of your deadly weapon!" Hun-Grrr laughs some, "I noticed you tried to impale that poor drone over there with the head of your Hammer... that is wrong... hoho... you do not want to do that. You want to swing the hammer... like this!" The club is swung, sort of baseball bat style. Hun-Grrr continues, "Either with both of your mighty gauntlets gripping it, or with one. Simply swing it like this... allow the weight of the Hammer's head to give the swing extra momentum!"

 

Arachnae tilts her head to one side, replying to Scrapper softly so as not to break everyones evident concentration. "Certainly. Have to learn something somehow." She smirks wryly, remaining as she is, intently watching with that crooked smile of hers.

 

Scrapper nods to Nae, "Come on over if you want in on the lesson." Scrapper takes a few swings as Hun-Grrr demonstrates, but since we're still on the club half of the lesson, it doesn't really do him any good. At least he looks semi-competant now, and he's in a good combat stance. "'Mighty gauntlets'?" he snickers, peering at Comcast. About as mighty as toast!

 

Comcast tries to ignore Arachnae's presence, and follows what his former subordinate did. "Swinging.. yes." He looks at how close he is to Scrapper, and decides to take a few steps away. Just in case. "I think both hands would work best for me." The weak Seeker says. "Okay.. here goes." And he does as he's told, and swings it.. more or less the same as Hun-Grrr does. "Huh, you can really feel the momentum at this angle." He muses at his efforts, and tries it a few more times.

 

        Hun-Grrr grins as Scrapper and Comcast do as he demonstrated. The Terrorcon Commander raises his club up in the air and waves at Arachnae, "Oh, Mighty Hunter, do join in! The more the merrier! I do so enjoy training with the Hunters of our Empire!" Then after a moment, the boisterous Terrorcon looks towards Comcast, "Very good, Hunter... a powerful swing you have there! But be fore warned... do not over swing! The Hammer's momentum can be dangerous to friend and foe alike... it can even be dangerous to you, its mighty wielder! If you overswing, the momentum will pull you with it... or... pray to your higher powers that you do not drop your weapon in the midst of the Hunt! Oh no... hahahah! You'd be in for the thrashing of a lifetime by your minibot opponent!"

 

Comcast continues to practiceon his own.. looking up at Arachnae. "I think I'm getting better here Arachnae. Perhaps a spar, while Hun-Grrr trains Scrapper?"

 

Arachnae hnns, peering at Scrapper a moment.. "You really don't want to see how I handle one of those things.... " Her wings shift a bit as Hun-grrr enters his suggestion that she join in. "Uuuuhhh... You see.. Uuhhmmm.." Come on, lie damnit lie!! Come up with something.. "I don't fight well..?" Now Comcast joins in.. "Bother.. " she mumbles standing up straight.. "Alright, if you really want to get your kicks tagging me, sure. I need something else to laugh at myself about." A shake of her head, optics tilting in thought before she pads over to join the grouping of metal wielding maniacs.. "Hnnn..." A shifting of stance, one foot slightly behind, one foot centered underneath, presenting her profile to Comcastwith one hand 'resting' at her hip, flexing fingertips about what appears to be the hilt of something.

 

Scrapper shrugs at Nae's response. "Hey hey, nobody's forcing you, Arachnae." Well except for the three people here. Scrapper shuts off the sword and watches as Comcast gets his lessons from the melee master. "Go Arachnae! Kick his Hunter-Seeker tailpipe!" He then looks to Comcast, "Go Comcast! Don't let a wussy non-Constructicon MSEer beat you up!" Scrapper then gets into his typcial Constructicon combat stance, which is a nice way of saying 'crap'.

 

        The Terrorcon Khan slowly turns his bulk around to face the Constructicon CO, "Oh Might Constructicon Hunter, you wished to leave the ways of the blade? Though I lack a sword... I can still show you how to perform some moves with my Battle Club! What! Yes! My Club is of a similar shape and size, it should not be hard for us to pretend!" Hun-Grrr laughs loudly, "I can not bring forth my Terror Halberd... because that is a Polearm, and utilizes different techniques. Hahahaha..."

 

Comcast chuckles softly. "Perhaps you forgot the outcome of our last little scrap, Arachnae." The DCI commander picks up his Sickle and stands in front of Arachnae. He makes his best swing with the Hammer. "But it's all about training, so don't worry."

 

Comcast misses Arachnae with his Blacksmith's Hammer attack.

 

Scrapper uuuuuhhhhhs at Hun-Grrr, and his optics widen from behind his optical visor. Every single word the Terrorcon just said went several metres over Scrapper's head. Yes, of /course/ a polearm, such as halberd, utilizes a different technique than a sword, but thankfully a battle club is close enough in order to pretend. But still, Scrapper nods, "Ha ha ha... yeah, that'd just be silly... using a polearm as a sword. Ha ha ha." Scrapper looks around nervously, as he's beginning to realize that this is much more difficult than reconfiguring an ion flux capacitor so it'll interface with a power flow regulator at a wavelength of .3 microns thus enabling the two to cofunction properly without all the gamma feedback you'd usually get with a typical default installation.

 

Arachnae offers Comcast a slight smile even as she gauges his movement, basing her own on having watched a few moments of his hammer swingin'. Her more forward foot slides backwards as she shifts her center of gravity enough to make the hammer's swipe pass far enough away from her to not hit, but still close enough to stir the air about her midrift. Continuing a fluid movement, she swings out with the hand that was grasping the hilt.. of a fighting knife, slightly longer than a more usual knife and slashes out at the momentarily exposed upperarm-shouler area of her opponant. "Actually, I did forget. How badly did yu beat me?" she inquires conversationally even as she slashes with that little blade.

 

Arachnae misses Comcast with her Long Knife attack.

 

        Hun-Grrr does something that looks totally rediculous... well atleast totally rediculous for a creature of his size, shape and for a weapon of the club's design to do. He stands in a fencing position and holds out the club as if it were a Foil, "Hahahaha! Sword Fighting is the hardest to train in... so Hunter, you've chosen a very worthy weapon to master, oh yes... hahahaha!" Hun-Grrr moves to get in a more natural stand for him, "Now you've got your swipes like this." He does a backhanded swipe, "And this..." And now a forehanded one, "Easy stuff... try it Comrade, try it! You will be pleased at the results!"

 

"You defeated me!" the Seeker responds amusedly. "though I've gone through some upgrades since then.. so you never know." Comcast dodges the blade as he returns with his Sickle, slashing at the arm that the knife extended from. "And hopefully I've learned a few surprises since then."

 

Comcast succesfully hits Arachnae with his Flaming Sickle

 

"That happens so rarely for me that I tend to disbelieve it when it happens." Arachnae chuckles softly before hissing at the sharp bite of a sickles' edge piercing her shoulder. A spin-twist away from Comcast and a glance to the light scoring across her shoulder before she looks back with a brow lifted, "Although I'm starting to remember now. Somehow, I think you may be the better in this one, this time." Her knife is flipped end over end as if being readied for a throw. But instead of a blade singing through the air, she skip-steps closer and low-kicks instead, dropping for an attempted leg-sweep.

 

Scrapper is not paying attention to the Arachnae/Comcast matchup, as he needs to focus on the lessons Hun-Grrr is giving him. "Well, I didn't really choose it, per se. It used to be Springer's, and I figured since Mixmaster didn't /steal/ it from me like he usually would, it must be a sign from Primus that I should learn how to use it." He's still proud of his brother for not ripping it off. Scrapper doesn't get the joke of Hun-Grrr looking silly, as he's not that knowledgable about combat stances. He takes a few tennis-style swipes. Forehand, backhand. He even tries an overhand serve. "Like this?" he asks.

 

Arachnae strikes Comcast with Sweep-Kick.

 

        Hun-Grrr nods his head and gives Scrapper a thumbs up, "Indeed Hunter, those are some mighty swings! You should be proud.. you are mastering the art very easily! Hahahahohoho now... there is more to swordplay than simple swipes... oh yes yes... watch as I..." he lunges forward with teh club, "..Stab at you! Haha! Hoho!" Hun-Grrr lunged and brought the club within inches of Scrapper's torso, "A sword can be used to impale as well as slash an opponent. There are numerous methods of doing both. You must find the manner inwhich you.. the great hunter are most comfortable with. Hahaha!" Hun-Grrr is very much enjoying this opportunity.

 

Comcast gets caught up in a complicated game of footsies, landing on his aft. "Hah!" he yells in surprise as he falls. "We'll see." The Seeker says, making a grab for Arachnae's foot as she swings it past. Using his free hand, and hopefully holding Arachnae still, He quickly shoots her with his arm rifle on a low charge.

Comcast succesfully hits Arachnae with his Energy Rifle(Low Power)

 

Scrapper gahs and staggers back, dropping the sword as he tries to avoid the hit that wasn't going to hit him anyway. The sword clatters to the ground for a few moments before Scrapper picks it back up. "Hitting things has always been something I've been decent at. Parrying is a bit too complicated." Scrapper takes a few practice stabs. "Just pretend like you're repairing Motormaster, Scrapper. Just pretend like you're repairing Motormaster..." Scrapper gets in a few good jabs against the thin air.

 

Arachnae grins for a moment as she sweeps Comcast but the expression slides to a wince as her leg is grabbed, setting her slightly off balance and giving enough pause to disable any movement out of a point blank range shot. Even on low level, the rifle elicits a startled 'Yip!' from the medical commander. "Yeah yeah..." She replies, slamming a wing-edge forward and down to knock Comcast away. "We will most definatly see."

 

Arachnae strikes Comcast with wing-slash.

 

        The Terrorcon nods as he crosses his arms over his chest and taps his foot every time Scrapper makes a stab at the air, "Yes, visualize your opponent if you want! A good strategy for any Hunter, comrade!" Hun-Grrr is full of motivation today, "There you go.. that was good... decent form. What! You'll be an expert with that blade in no time, indeed. Autobots will cower when they see you Scrapper... they will flee when you raise your mighty battle sword and cry your mighty battle cry!" Hun-Grrr pauses and grins, "Say... Honorable Hunter, what is your Battle Cry?"

 

Comcast gets up, leaving his abandoned Sickle on the ground (he had to drop it to grab Nae's foot,) allowing the Sweep Femme to get a chance to slice him. Perhaps distance is the better tactic to employ at this point. The Seeker's lasers have had a moment to charge, so Comcast unleashes a more powerful shot at Arachnae, before using his Antigravs to fall back.

 

Comcast misses Arachnae with his Energy Rifle(High Power) attack.

 

Scrapper is enjoying stabbing Motormaster. Die Motormaster die! He wonders if that would be a good battlecry. "I haven't given it much thought," he replies honestly to the Terrorcon Commander. "But I find 'Constructicons unite' works pretty good to scare off Autobots." Scrapper speeds up his slices and stabs, trying to work on his form and getting his feet in the right place for better balance. The one advantage of being shorter than his fellow Gestalt Leaders is that he has a lower centre of gravity. "Any suggestions on a good battlecry?" He's no good at such things.

 

Arachnae kicks backwards, wings fanning out briefly as she swiped at her opponant. Then she folds them in behind her with a snap, kicking upwards and flipping heels over head, backwards as the shot from Comcast flies underneath her. Someones been watching one too many movies.. Landing with wings fanning back out behind her, she shakes her head, "I thought we were working on melee Comcast?" The query is punctuated by that electrical *zot* noise as wingtips discharge a low level electrical pulse outwards. "'Case if this is no holds barred..." she grins a feral little merry grin, "I've got something I've wanted to try out..."

 

Arachnae strikes Comcast with Electrostatic bolt.

 

        Hun-Grrr looks puzzled over Scrapper's question. The Terrorcon Khan grunts and looks off to the side, "For you? Oh, Mighty Hunter there is only one great Battle cry that will bestow terror in the fuel pumps of our prey!" Hun-Grrr laughs loudly and raises his club up into the air. He then lets off a roar and shouts, "For Angelisk!" Hun-Grrr then chortles a bit after he lowers his club back to his side, "Of course... shouting anything and making a lot of noise works too. Hahahaha... come up with a powerful battle cry sometime and show me!"

 

Scrapper nods and says, "I'll give it some thought." Die Motormaster die is sounding better and better. And it wouldn't really matter if Motormaster isn't even there. Prepare to join my art collection? That could work. But Scrapper puts the thoughts of battlecries out of his mind so he can keep working on his form. Scrapper slowly inches his way over to the drone that had been on medium. It automatically activates and begins to move towards him, but Scrapper slashes it twice and then gets in a good jab on it. A drone on a higher level might have been able to avoid it, but Scrapper's pleased with the improvement. "Just like wielding a laser torch," he mutters.

 

        Hun-Grrr grins broadly as he places his Club back into storage. The Khan crosses his arms over his chest and gives a satisfied nod, "Excellent, Hunters, excellent. You continue to practice with your new tools of the trade... and prepare for the hunt. The Empire needs hunters with ever improving combative abilities. I've things to do now... hahahah do not heistate at all to call on me for more lessons... I am pleased to help in this way!"

 

Comcast grunts as the blast scorches his frame (simulationey.) "It's a spar, Arachnae. I'm trying everything out here, incorporating my energy attacks in with my new training.." And Speaking of which, the Seeker tries the hammer tactic again. He lunges in with both fists firmly gripped on the weapon. He Lunges, perhaps a bit less careful than his attempt in front of Hun-Grrr, but at least it's better than his previous efforts.

 

Comcast succesfully hits Arachnae with his Blacksmith's Hammer

 

Scrapper finally shuts off his sword, having been introduced to a whole new world of combat. No more silly punches for him! But then Scrapper realizes that a lot of these techniques, including the stance, balance, and focus is pretty much the same. Plus this'll help him chop off limbs when he needs more art supplies. It's been too long since a chair has been added to the collection. He watches Nae and Cast briefly, and figures Cast is going easy on the femme, gentlemech that he is.

 

Actually.. now that you mention it.. that's EXACTLY what I'm doing! Why didn't I think of that?

 

Arachnae nods as Comcast pretty much opens the floor for her trying out new tactics she's picked up in observation.. so to speak. "Very well then.." Attempting to side-slide out of the hammers pending path, a wing curves about and takes the brunt of the impact, panel buckling and warping inwards. She hisses softly, canting both appendages backwards, albeit one is held awkwardly, unable to close in tight behind her. Electricity dances down the damaged wing surfaces in twisting sprinkles of pale blue and indigo refractions. But no energy pours forth from the femme. Instead, she reaches across herself and draws out a length of dark tinged metal. First glance might make it out ot be a spar pulled from a wing. But it has a decided hilt to it, and a guard that curves over her grip gently. Twisting, she grips the hilt double handed and baseball-esque swings up from a tip-lowered position, aiming to slide at Comcast from the ground up. "Lets see what we can see.. shall we?"

 

Comcast is carved up again, both by Arachnae's blade and now her sword. "Aah! Well played.." The Seeker mutters as he fires up his sonics. A dull hum can be heard as the powerful speakers prepare to activate at a moments notice. "I didn't know you could do that." Comcast isn't intent on finding out the full extend of Arachnae's prowess, so he does his best to knock the weapon away from her.

Comcast misses Arachnae with his Seeker Pimp Slap attack.

 

Arachnae's followthrough is simple enough as Comcast slaps at where the sword and her had been. Her upswing is continued as she ignites antigrav and comes up off of the ground. Her grip alters on the weapon as she reaches the laps apex, the weapons tip now pointing downwards at Comcast. In the fall back towards the seeker, she replies even as the dullish dark metal begins to glow before incandescing into a full-blwon energy weapon, "Wasn't sure I could do it myself." She, and the now energy-blade drop towards Comcast with her full weight and momentum behind the tip.

 

Arachnae strikes Comcast with Phase_Blade-Energy.

 

"AAAH!" The Seeker cries out as he's impaled. Of course, he's not about to let a good opportunity go to waste, and unleashes his sonic blast, point blank on Arachnae. Hopefully this buys him a minute to wield his hammer again.

 

Comcast misses Arachnae with his Sonic Shreikers attack.

 

*** At this point I had a hockey game to watch ***