-Onslaught finally returns after his short trip, walking up into the spectators area and almost immediately noticing his seat having been taken. Shrugging he begins searching out an empty seat, when someone from a few rows back waves towards him and beckons him over, to which Onslaught goes and finds himself an empty seat next to some unmarked femme who apparently knows him - instantly involving themselves in conversation.
-Enfilade finally looks up from the big cannon to Calenture, as if surprised her boy-friend has yet to speak a word of greeting to her.
-Moonlight isn't hurt much, and she isn't mad, but a bit of despair creeps into her feelings. She's not making a difference and everyone's ganging up on Blitzwing. But she's not a quiter either, so once again she takes the offensive on Whiplash. She really doesn't seem interested in fighting Nightclaw as she tries again to shoot the Medusasaur...besides, she had told Whiplash she liked the turret where it was.
-Byline babbles a stream of play by play in the absence of Neelsaan, who knows reporting, or Guerrius, who knows combat. Half his commentary is wrong, but it's unlikely his intended audience will ever know the difference....
-Calenture's lips curve into a small smile behind his mask as he notes Fils peering at him fromthe corner of an optic. Keeping his voice pitches to more personal levels, he teases softly, "replacing me with a bigger gun?'
-Blitzwing cringes, and flatout screams in pain as his turret is ripped in half. He basically falls out of tank mode, bleeding profously. He fires his blaster feebly.
-Nightclaw leaps off at the very moment Blitzwing transforms, in fact with the intention of leaping on to Moonlight, as he sails through the air aiming straight for Moonlight, two arms outstreched and ready to push her upon the ground.
-Enfilade says softly, "I'd rather have you than Recoil any day."  Recoil seems to be on Enfilade's mind as she caresses the big gun. "I'm...no fun today," she murmurs.
-Onslaught watches the fight, as he whispers to the one who called him over, ensuring that his conversation is less than fully audible by EVERYONE around him.
-Calenture turns his head to peer at the weapon in Enfilades hands. reaching over, he rests a hand on one of hers, stilling the caress. "We all have cycles like that."
-Moonlight would really be more impressed with this fight if she wasn't in it. Blitzwing's scream has a demoralizing effect on her, and Nightclaw's assault on her person isn't helping, but she still doesn't back down...deep down she fears what would happen if she did. Outwardly she merely grumbles to herself as she takes a shot at Nightclaw from where she lies.
-Onslaught mutters to Onslaught: "Next time ... do something ... this it'd ... ... nice if ... ... ... people from ... organization ... at ... give ... a few ... ... I ... ... well ... ... you've ... in ... a short ... ... time without ... ... ... me suspicious. I ... ... ... ... Just ... sure ... ... ... files ... ...  and I'll ... sure that what you ... ... you'll have."
-Enfilade quietly takes Calenture's hand in hers and squeezes it.
-Byline grins and zooms in his camera on the Field Commander and her boyfriend....smile for the camera, Cal!
-Nightclaw looks down at Moonlight and bares his fangs into a sort of smile, before growling, moving only slightly to avoid the blast, but keeping the bulk of his weight Moonlight, moving his head upwards and then quickly downwards, mouth opening as it happens in preparation to bite into the femme.
-Calenture returns the squeeze, visor slowly brightening. Any other display of affection is kept to himself, PDA's arn't good for publicity.
-Whiplash is hit by Blitzwing's retaliation hard enough to be thrown backwards into the dust. Those watching closely would detect a splatter of black fuel, but her expression registers no pain, only a fierce and somehow triumphant focus on the battle as she pulls herself to her feet, catching her balance and bringing her tentacles forward. With a grin that reveals a glint of her white fangs, she brings the tentacles forward and lights them up. For a moment the illumination is a little sporadic, then it steadies as she sends out a crackling shower of sparks.
-Blitzwing lumbers up to his feet, and doesn't have an ounce of quit in his frame. Pain? Oh yes...but thats the price of being your own biggest fan. He jumps into the air, transforming into the death from above mode. "Hey Lash....Catch!"
-Enfilade's head snaps up at the attack on Whiplash. Yeah, she and the Medusasaur have been on the outs, but she doesn't want to see Whiplash dead.
-Moonlight doesn't relish the thought of getting bit. Rather instinctively she reaches out and gives the leonine beast a smack in the face. (Think Dorothy slapping the Cowardly lion in the origional Wizard of Oz).
-Whiplash's tentacles may have been lit with electricity, but that's not very effective against a barrage of missiles from an unexpected angle. As the missiles hit, an explosion of dust rises into the air, and as the dust starts to settle, a dark tentacled form lies still near the edge of the arena.
-Nightclaw is a classic combatant, and quite frankly isn't one to focus on the falling of a partner, instead changing his tactics up, as he gets smacked in the face. The smack however doesn't faze Nightclaw, as he merely hops off of Moonlight, and unsheathing a set of claws on one paw, swipes at her, looking at the airborne Blitzwing all the while - the action itself being more of a 'come here and save her if you want' sort of thing.
-Byline is delighted of course....carnage is always attention-getting! He zeros right in on Whiplash.
-Calenture's head turns sharply only to see Whiplash fall to a missle strike. his grip tightens on Fils hand, frame vibrating once.. "Damn."
-Blitzwing comes down to save the danzel in distress, by ulling above Nightclaw, and transforming. Into tank mode...he just falls. "Move Moonlight."
-Onslaught growls softly to himself as he sees Whiplash fall, looking over at the femme next to him before shaking his head, and standing to get a better view of things.
-Moonlight wimpers slightly in response to having a set of claws sink in...that's /never/ a pleasant feeling. Out of the corner of her optics, she notes that Whiplash is down, and strangely is not comforted by the thought. But as undisciplined as she is, she tries to focus on the task at hand. Again she switches weapons, going back to the sword, which she swings hopefully at Nightclaw on her way to following Blitzwing's 'suggestion'.
-Starfire's blue optics widen, surprised and worried, and she looks around to see if anyone is going to help Whiplash... Her part of this is over, isn't it?
-Enfilade gets on her radio and snaps out clearly, "Somebody get a medic out there."
<Decepticon> 2nd Lieutenant Blitzwing  sounds legimately concerned. "Someone make sure Lash is okay."
<Decepticon> Lieutenant Moonlight emphatically agrees, "Definately."
-Nightclaw fangs glint in the light as they come to bear in what might appear to be a grin, as he leaps into a backwards sommersault, narrowly avoiding both Moonlight's sword attack, and Blitzwing's rapid plummet and landing upon his feet. Almost as quickly as Nightclaw lands, he springs into motion, claws on both paws over extending as he leaps upon the tank and begins to furiously and rapidly scratch away at the armour, over and over and over again, with a ferocity and speed befitting of his beast form, tearing into Blitzwing as if there would be no next cycle.
-Enfilade lets go of Calenture's hand. "Dammit...Cal, I'm sorry, but whatever's takin' those damn medics, I guess I oughtta...you know, take care of Lash."
-Blitzwing again gracefully falls out of tank mode, not only gushing fluid, but know coughing it. He points his blaster meekly from his back, but he's clearly the prey, and no longer the hunter.
-Moonlight morbidly wonders if it were she who were lying there unconcious if anyone would care this much. But she keeps the thoughts to herself and half-'heartedly' takes another swing at the fercocious beastie that has turned once again on her big friend.
-Nightclaw turns to look over at his fallen comrade in this battle...looking too long in fact as he gets angrier by the moment, a low rumble becoming a growl as the rage builds up inside him. It's within that moment that Blitzwing's laser blast rips his attention back to the matter at hand, putting a nice hole into his shoulder. If not for that blast perhaps Moonlight's sword would have found its mark, but Nightclaw has other things in mind, as he moves back, transforming into his robot mode once again, and snapping an arm back, swings it forth to hit the injured Blitzwing, and hopefully slow the mech down.
-Onslaught leaps to his feet, and finishes his brief conversation angrily, stomping out of the spectators stands and straight for the inner arena where Whiplash has fallen.
-Blitzwing had too turned his attention from the battle, to look at the femme he attacked. He's disgusted with himself, he hates to attack femmes. At that moment a hand hits him upside the head. He returns in kind. "Fall you slagging piece of...whatever the frag you are!"
-Moonlight is getting frustrated at her inability to hit, her inability to help her friend. With frustration comes anger, and part of that is because she had watched Whiplash go down. With an exclaimation that is nearly a scream, she charges at Nightclaw, throwing herself against him in another attempt to make /something/ happen.
-Nightclaw is perhaps a tad too angry, as his focus has become clouded. The large mech of an opponent's punch was easy enough to dodge as it was all in his setup to retaliate, however Moonlight's rapid approach almost went unnoticed until it was too late, knocking Nightclaw to the ground. As Nightclaw's form hits the ground, he stirs, and seemingly holds back on his reflexes to hop back up, instead pulling an energy whip from subspace and launching it towards the legs of Blitzwing, hoping to knock him down as well.
-Enfilade moves towards the arena, swing wings flaring, and hesitates just short of jumping into the ring to get Whiplash. Then, slinging the cannon over her shoulder, she steels herself and jumps.
-Blitzwing oblidges the mech...by jumping on top of him.
-Onslaught moves himself through the arena, ignoring the ensuing combat around him, and making his way straight for Whiplash. Unlike Enfilade he might have taken the longer route, but is still determined to make it to his fallen friend.
-Moonlight shrugs and decides to kick Nightclaw while he's down. It's not like she's into all that fighting honorably slag after all. She just wishes /someone/ would come and take care of Whiplash. She's not professional enough to feel good about seeing her other friend go down. It's just as well she doesn't know Nightclaw...she /can/ feel good about kicking /him/.
<Decepticon> Enfilade says, "Redline, are you available?"
<Decepticon> Redline says, "Affirmative."
<Decepticon> Enfilade says, "Can you make a call at the Karkas Arena?  Whiplash requires assistance."
<Decepticon> Lieutenant Moonlight says, "And be fast."
-Enfilade moves carefully across the arena, trying to stay away from interfering with the fighters--or drawing their fire.
<Decepticon> Enfilade says, "YOu concentrate on the fight."
-Whiplash hasn't moved ... which is perhaps for the best.
-Byline morbidly records the whole thing...hoping for a stray shot to strike Enfilade, though he doesnt' say so aloud. What drama!
-Moonlight wouldn't dream of attacking someone that was there to help Whiplash...
<Decepticon> Redline says, "I shall make as hasty a trip as possible."
-Calenture watches Enfilade move to the rescue of her friend. He stands, leaping over a few seats in order to get tothe edge of the arena itself, visor darkened once more.
<Decepticon> Enfilade says, "We'll meet you at the door."
-Enfilade picks up Whiplash. Yes, the wounds are bad but unlikely to be fatal, and after so many years in the trenches Enfilade knows as well as most medics what a fatal wound looks like. As carefully as possibel she carries the Medusasaur to the arena entryway.
-Nightclaw is beginning to wonder why he let Onslaught talk him into this...oh well. Blitzwing's large form coming down on him - piece of cake to dodge, as Nightclaw begins rolling off to the side. It's the unexpected leg waiting for him as he rolls out of the way that catches him off guard once more, and launches him back a little, prompting him to leap back to his feet. Nightclaw snarls at Blitzwing and Moonlight, as he shakes off his recent pummelling, and looking back again to his fallen comrade, runs straight at Blitzwing shoulder first.
-Starfire is getting a good, hard look at war again, up close and personal. She's not as clueless as most would think; she's seen combat, shot and been shot at, but all for a reason, all because it was necessary. This... was not.
-Onslaught covers Enfilade the entire time, grumbling various things to himself, and none of them sounding pleasant in the least.
-Redline steps into the arena with a bit of a scowl on his face. He's not too entirely thrilled at having to tend to someone in this place for the second time. He strolls over to where Enfilade is standing. "Redline reporting for duty, Enfilade. Where is Whiplash?
-Blitzwing growls, pausing to caugh up fluid. He's got one shot left, and you bet he will make it his best. He recoils from the blow, and unleashes a forearm shiver to the throat of the other mech. "Game Over."
-Enfilade gently lays Whiplash down at Redlines' feet. "Ther'es your job. You know what to do."
-Redline pulls out a medkit and sets it on the floor. He kneels down and pulls out some tools. He begins to repair Whiplash's wounds, getting her stabilized before he changes and begins work inside his field hospital mode.
-Moonlight frowns, not liking this one bit. But her mind is eased slightly by the fact that Whiplash has been taken away, hopefull for some care. This horrible nightmare won't end until either Nightclaw falls, or she and her friend fall. Obviously it is her preference that Nightclaw falls. To aid that event, she once again swings with her sword.
-Enfilade nods. "Keep an optic on her, that she doesn't try to crawl away when half healed. Her fight is over for tonight." She looks over her shoulder. "And I imagine Blitzwing joining you shortly."
-Whiplash's optics flicker dimly back on. She feels something touching her, and the optics light up brilliant violet, as she jolts upright largely through reflex. Her last conscious thought was of a missile heading right toward her, and so battle mode kicks in quite automatically.
-Redline nods his head. "Well she won't be going anywhere in a very short order." He looks down and pushes Whiplash back down. He transforms into field hospital mode and his rolling door opens. Three medical droids come out with a gurney. They pick Whiplash up and roll her into the hospital. "I shall await whoever else needs assistance," he states calmly.
-Blitzwing tries to pull himself up but can only get to his knees. He looks to Moonlight appologeticly, before turning back to face his foe.
-Calenture reaches to grip the railing, watching Whiplash get carried out of the arena. With fingertips digging into the rail, he forces himself to look back to the fight.
-Whiplash snarls as she's picked up unceremoniously, and lashes out at the droids, spilling her own fuel in the process. She was never one for medics, and certainly never one to like being manhandled.
-Enfilade looks up at Calenture, down at WHiplash. She wonders why she's standing guard over the Medusasaur after their recent run ins, and, deciding that duty is done, returns to Calenture.
-Nightclaw gets sliced across his chest plate by Moonlight's sword which sends him reeling backwards, and luckily out of Blitzwing's strike. Once more, he shakes himself out of it, soft grumbles emanating from his vocals as the anger from Whiplash falling still pervades his thoughts, and with one quick motion pulls out a laser pistol and points it square point blank at Blitzwing's face, looking at the mech as he retorts (and coincidentally speaks for the first time), "Correction, this is game over for you....Blitzwing." and with that Nightclaw pulls the trigger, not an ounce of emotion upon his face, as the very moment after pulling the trigger stares blankly at Moonlight, pistol now aimed at her.
-The force of the blast knocks the mech silly, bending him backwards over his own knees. He's unconscious, and his face is smoldering.
-Whiplash fights against her restraints furiously, thrashing around herself and threatening to damage herself more.
-Enfilade ponders whether or not to retrieve Blitzwing who has received, in Enfilade's mind, exactly what he deserves. "Redline, do you need help getting that...." then she bites off, and moves forward. "Whiplash, settle down!"
-One of the droids gets pushed backward but it shortly straightens itself out and injects Whiplash with a sedative. "Resistance will only lead to further injury," the droid says mechanically. The three droids wheel Whiplash all the way into the field hospital before coming back out with another gurney, ready to pick up Blitzwing who has just fallen.
-Enough is enough! Moonlight is no warrior, and she has always been a bit undisciplined. Naturally she kneels down beside Blitzwing and calls his name, putting a hand on his shoulder, but not shaking him. So what if it leaves her open to an attack.
-Whiplash's head snaps around and her gaze fixes on Enfilade .. the optics blaze in outrage for just an instant before the sedative takes effect and she slips back into unconsciousness.
-Onslaught sighs and is none too happy about how they seem to be treating Whiplash, but unfortunately not much he can do, except for hope things will be okay.
-Nightclaw tracks Moonlight to where she kneels beside Blitzwing, levels the laser pistol at her, and fires a shot off. He's not about to have mercy against either of them. He has a job to do, and that's all there is to it...once that's done, whatever he wants to do is his business.
-Byline films this gut wrenching drama for the audience at home!
-Calenture nods to Enfilade, asking tersly, voice a subtly rasped murmur, "How is she?"
-Moonlight is brought back to reality as the laser sears into her body. She whips around to face Nightclaw once again. She wishes she was in a bar, but since she isn't, she'll just have to make do with what she's got. In her anger she leaps right at the beast, wanting it to be over with either way, and she doesn't really care about the outcome now.
-The three medical droids wait patiently to retrieve Blitzwing's fallen body. They're wise enough not to approach too close to the battlefield lest they get blasted by a random shot. Inside the hospital, the mechanical arms work on Whiplash.
-Enfilade says to Calenture, "Up an' fightin' as usual. NOt my concern no more."
-Calenture lifts a brow behind his mask but says nomore, watching as the next combatant is hauled out.
-Nightclaw brings his own sword out of subspace, pulling back to not only to begin to swing the sword, but to dodge the pounce, bringing the sword down as Moonlight flies past.
-Enfilade growls, "I'll see if I c'n find a /real leader/ to send her flowers."
-Moonlight grumbles some more, wishing that /anyone/ besides this offworlder will win, and since she doubts it will be herself, she's pretty certain she'll be disappointed. But that doesn't mean she should give up. From subspace she pulls her trusty whip, dropping her sword to the ground as she does so.
-Onslaught looks over at Enfilade, and isn't sure whether he should comment, keep to himself, or what to do. In fact, his thoughts are a jumble...this is just not a good time. If one more thing goes wrong this cycle, so help him...
-Calenture's visor blinks, his head giving a shake, "A real leader would know that she wouldnt appreciate flowers..Or anything other than a general observance and a return to her tasks immediatly after she is repaired.'
-The droids catch a moment when the combatants are away from Blitzwing's fallen form and grabs the Decepticon. They quickly but carefully roll him over to the field hospital. The door rolls up again and the three droids roll Blitzwing in next to Whiplash. Another set of medical arms begins work on Blitzwing.
-Enfilade grumbles, "I c'n manage that, Calenture....so maybe I /should/ send flowers instead."
-Nightclaw catches the whip in his hand, accepting the great amount of pain that courses through him as the energy still strikes his frame, yet he flinches not, as a grin appears upon his face. Nightclaws continues to hold the whip, as his shoulder mounted rocket launchers are aimed straight at Moonlight, and without hesitation, fire.
-Ouch! That hurt! Moonlight really isn't used to taking a beating. In any other situation she would be long gone by now. But somehow she doesn't think that running away fits within the rules. So, she stands her ground, declining the use of her whip for something more personal...like her fist.
-Enfilade looks at Calenture and says, "I thought Whiplash was my friend, but lately I've compiled some evidence to the contrary."
-Onslaught looks over at Enfilade and shakes his head, "It'd probably be better you didn't. Not that I should be interrupting your conversation with Calenture...but flowers are definately not going to be getting near Whiplash...even if I have to personally sit there to ensure of that." grumbles to himself about 'silly business' or something that sounds awfully like it, before returning his attention to those in need.
-Enfilade raises an optic at Onslaught. "You and Lash share some opinions, then?" She asks coolly--far too coolly, and perhaps hinting at dangerous undertones.
-Calenture's head snaps over to focus his attention on Onslaught for a moment. His frame gives a barely noticable shake before he gives a shrug, speaking to Enfilade once more, "Sometimes your friends do things to you for your betterment." His fingers sink back into the metal of the railing.
-Enfilade mutters to Calenture: "... would hardly say ... an attempt to not only undermine my  ... outright ...  counts as "betterment."
-Inside the hospital the droids prepare another gurney for whoever the next fallen combatant that happens to fall. The arms work on both Whiplash and Blitzwing inside the hospital and another set of arms gets prepared for the next one.
-Onslaught mentally ticks off a few too many things...things that would make any normal mech snap out of anger...Onslaught however isn't in the sort of mood to be toyed with with such a question, as he growls back a response to Enfilade, "Listen Enfilade, and listen VERY carefully, because I'm not about to repeat myself. I know what you're referring to...and if I DID think that way, do believe me, I would've voiced my opinion on it by now. I haven't, because I don't. Whatever I've said to you, about how I feel, is how I feel. That's all. However, should you want to question such things, please...do so now. I tire of all these little 'bumps' I seem to be receiving on the ride that is this cycle..."
-Enfilade nods formally to Onslaught, accepting his words as truth. Her wings sway, questioning what all's happened to him, but....no. Not the time to ask.
-Calenture freezes, turning to peer at Enfilade,head cocked to one side for a moment as his/her mind works feverishly around those uttered words from Enfilade.. Then Onslaught joins back intothe conversation, causing more perplexing confluxes of emotional responses.. "How.... " he searches for a proper response for his facade, the split level of thinking taxing him just slightly as 'ghost' wars momentarily.. Cal wins... "Excuse me but.." He releases the railing, voice as melodious and genteel as it is usually, "What feelings exactly are we speaking of?"
-Onslaught glares at Enfilade, even though one could hardly tell with his visor and all...but for some reason, her question, or perhaps stray comment has spurred him on. The flood gates have opened, and when they'll close is anyone's guess, "In fact Enfilade, there really isn't much more to say on the matter...there never was." looks over at Calenture, and doesn't bother thinking his responses through - no hesitation for an angry Onsy, "I was referring to feelings of her being a capable leader. I hough I was clear...any other feelings that may have been insinuated are moot. I'd rather have my 'leadership' as it were questioned...might give me some time off, since I wouldn't dispute it...I have no right to."
-Enfilade rolls her optics. "Frag me...let's not bring up /anything/ other than professional matters, okay?" But she doesnt' wait around to see if they agree. She turns, still clutching Recoil's cannon, and stalks out.
-Nightclaw rolls with the punch, head moving back to lessen the full brunt of the blow. Nightclaw allows the punch to become the focus of attention, as his hands remain at his sides, poly-fibre coils beginning to shoot forth, and aim for Moonlight's legs in a vain attempt to entangle her footing and pull it out from under her.
-Calenture gives a slight shrug, "Look, I'm just asking for clarification before I open my vocoder and express *myself* Onslaught." He pauses, then gives a shake of his head as he watches Enfilade stalk off, "Primus how I love that femme.. and thats going to be the death of me, I know it." he mutters softly.
-The mechanical arms inside the hospital continue to work on Whiplash and Blitzwing. He's fully aware that both are active but only Blitzwing is functional. Redline is glad that Blitzwing didn't react the same way Whiplash did upon awakening. He keeps sensors on the match, waiting for the next combatant to fall so that he will be prepared for both the victor and the fallen one.
-Onslaught sighs and tightens his hands into fists...but keeps them at his side, anger obviously welling up within him...yet his vocals take on a more calm tone than they had, "Calenture...I'd be more than /happy/ to oblige you your clarification then...would you like further clarification beyond my pointing out I was referring to her leadership? Supposedly? Please...let me know...I don't want to have things unclear..."
-Blitzwing grunts slightly. "Where's Moonlight?"
-Whiplash is fortunately still sedated.
-Redline emits from his speakers inside to Blitzwing. "She is still on the field of battle but it does not bode well for her."
-Moonlight is really hurting now, and is busted wide open...well, maybe not really, but she's obviously in a great ammount of pain. She actually cries out as this most recent attack strikes her and she falls down. From her place on the ground she curls into a fetal possition and tries to mentally push away at the pain enough to keep going, to get in one more shot before following her two friends to the path of unconciousness.
-Calenture turns to really look at Onslaught for a moment, noting posutre, body language.. He gives a shrug, spreading his hands out, "Hey... You brought up insinuated other things. I simply asked for clarification of the topic matter. Now that you have centered the conversational topic on the apparent questioning, whether true or not, of my lady's ability to provide concrete and solid leadership, I do not feel the need to bring up anything else..' His head tilts to one side, visor glimmering softly, "Unless you have something gnawing at you that you think you should express to prevent any future misinterpretations of wordings.."
-Blitzwing sits up... "What are the chances of you letting me back out there?"
-Inside the hospital one of the medical droids prepares another sedative, this one for Blitzwing just in case he decides to get rowdy. "The chances of you heading back out there are non-existant in your current state. Moonlight will fall before you will be fit enough to exit."
-Onslaught begins to laugh, softly at first...but as he looks to Calenture, he looks back at the crowd of people assembled - in specifically to where he was seated next to that femme, and finds himself unable to restrain the laughter breaking out from inside, doing his best to calm himself enough to respond to Calenture, "Nothing gnaws at me that I would wish to share with one such as yourself...nothing at all...for even if I did share but a smidge of what may be gnawing at me, I'd probably not see the next cycle...so best to keep these thoughts to myself. Thank you ever so much though for the offer..."
-Calenture drops his hands back to his sides, giving another tiny shrug, "Alrighty then." he sounds like hisusual fluffy self, aside from word choice, "Although I question just *exactly* whatyou mean by one such as myself."
-Nightclaw smirks as he levels his laser pistol at Moonlight now, tsk-tsk'ing as he regards her, carefully studying her, "Don't fret...you'll join your friends now. You fought admirably...a shame it ends now." and once again, Nightclaw levels his laser pistol at his opponent, and fires off a shot. Regardless of what happens, he transforms into his alt-mode, and looking towards the crowd proudly roars - a pleasant sort of end to what has transpires. And enough to allow him to carry out the business he's REALLY here for.
-Moonlight screams just once before passing out, but it sounds more like an angered scream than a painful one, though there's quite a bit of pain in it as well.
-Blitzwing puts his head in his hands before sitting back on the table. "This is my fault. She's /my/ responsibility, I let her down."
-Onslaught waves a hand dismissingly to Calenture as he shakes his head, "Calenture...I meant nothing bad. By one such as you, I meant more along the lines of one who is happy and has what they want and need...needing not to concern themselves with....certain....things." once again his attention seems to be drawn to the spectators stands.
-The door to the hospital rolls up again and the three medical droids head out to pick up the fallen form of Moonlight. A second sedative is prepared for Whiplash just in case but the mechanical arms continue to work on Whiplash and Blitzwing. The droids pick up Moonlight and cart her inside the hospital, the door rolling back down for the moment.
-Nightclaw roars once more as he begins padding out of the arena, oblivious to most of the goings on, but stopping in his tracks as he notices Onslaught, and begins walking over.
-Calenture's lips curve into a rather cruel smile even for her behind that mask s/he is wearing. But a consumate actress, his voice doesn't waver. "If you think I'm all happy and carefree, Onslaught.. You got the wrong idea. But hey.. don't let me ruin your illusions." some amount of bitterness creeps unknowingly into his voice.
-Whiplash's optics flicker again as the continued repairs take effect. Through the fog of the sedative, she struggles for consciousness against what she perceives to be a threatening situation. Objects restrainging her, touching her... the white fangs bare in a snarl.
-Onslaught sighs as his currently distraught mind is fumbling much more than it normally would...why did 'they' have to come this cycle? "Calenture, my apologies...everything is relative...perhaps I was comparing you to me at this moment...but again, apologies...I take it ALL back....all of it..."
-Blitzwing hobbles over, swating the drones like they are flies. He stands guard over Moonlight's bed. "Is she going to be okay?"
-The straps holding down Whiplash don't seem to be able to contain the surprise struggling of Whiplash and they fall off her. The door gets jammed on something, not being able to close all the way.
-Whiplash's body jolts upward again, pulling away from the straps. She drops to the floor and shifts automatically to MedusaSaur mode, the claws digging into the surface beneath her. Still a little fogged from the sedative, and not entirely repaired, she fixes upon the opening ahead of her and leaps for it, breaking free.
-Calenture gives Onslaught a lengthy stare before he simply states, voice flat, "You... my friend..need to find someone you trust to talk to.. Cause whatever is occupying your mind is putting you in a dangerously unawares state of being."
-Onslaught nods to Calenture and seemingly shakes off whatever bad mojo seems to be running through his head, "You're completely right Calenture....completely right. In fact, I have someone...sadly they're not around. I appreciate your advice, and can only hope you'll accept my apology for my words...I'm...not myself right now."
-Whiplash bursts out of the confines of the field hospital to find herself at the edge of the arena. Only, it's not as she last saw it. The fight seems to be over, the floor splattered with fuel and bits of armor and the raked markings of struggle. She shakes her head, clearing it a little. The motion sends a jolt of pain through her partially-repaired structure, reminding her again of threat, and she spins around toward the nearest motion (hapless spectators), lighting up her tentacles around her and hissing.
-Moonlight grogily comes to...it took less to knock her out completely than it did to take out the more seasonsed fighters. And, since it took less to knock her out, it took less to bring her back. It isn't long before her optics open and she moans slightly.
-The door grinds, trying to shut all the way before Whiplash manages to sneak outside. The arms continue their work on Blitzwing and Moonlight, not having any other real function.
-Nightclaw smiles as he watches Whiplash's actions. Onslaught promised him that he'd be intrigued...and he is. However, that doesn't change what needs to be done - a contract is a contract, and should he not accomplish his task, it'd be his head on the line.
-Calenture gives another one of those endless shrugs, "Who's ever really themself?" He chuckles for a moment, "Well... Its over." he nods to the arena.. "Moonlight lasted pretty long." abrupt subject change.
-Whiplash looks around as someone unfamiliar radios her. Gradually her tentacles power down, though she's still on edge, trying to make sense of what happened between the time she last was conscious and now. She scans the surroundings, looking for her opponants, whom she doesn't see (seeing as they're in the field hospital), and her unknown team-mate, whom she does finally find, still there in the arena. She tries to put together a sequence of events.
-Nightclaw bares his fangs into a smile as he moves himself slowly and carefully towards Whiplash's new position, leaving his approach to Onslaught for a little later.
-Whiplash spins sharply toward Nightclaw. "What happened?" she demands without preamble. "Where are the others?"
-Nightclaw transforms fluidly back into his robot form before responding. Taking a fairly long look at Whiplash before even uttering one word, "Simple...I finished them both off. I believe they're being taken care of...glad to see that you're better. I got worried..."
-Starfire suggests softly to her comrades that they have a lot of work to do tomorrow, and maybe they should return to the barracks now. The show is over, and it wasn't much fun to see comrades pounding on each other, either, so the youngsters agree readily enough.
-Blitzwing is starting to thrash things around...he's seething. He looks over Moonlight, disgusted with himseldf, with being in a hospital, and is disgusted with Onslaught's self rightous nature. He begins screaming into his radio.
-Whiplash's optics flash a little brighter. "'Taken care of'?" She stands up into her robot mode as well, stepping up to Nightclaw. "Didn't I say no killing?!"
-Moonlight makes a slight errrrrrr sound as she tries to move and is met with pain. She stops moving and attempts a weak smile. "Would someone stop him from shouting? It's hurting my audials," she says to no one in particular.
-Nightclaw shakes his head, however his facial expressions aren't there, "By taken care of, I mean repaired. They're being repaired...I'm not here to 'kill' anyone."
-The door slams shut right after Whiplash slips out the door. An audible growl can be heard eminating from Redline's speakers in grim disgust at letting Whiplash slip out when she wasn't in a fully repaired state. The medical droids begin work on Blitzwing as the arms continue to work on Moonlight.
-Whiplash looks ready to go another few rounds with her mysterious team-mate. In fact, the tentacles begin to power up yet again, before Nightclaw's words reach her with the assurance that Blitzwing and Moonlight aren't in fact dead. She backs off a little and looks Nightclaw up and down. "Who are *you* anyway?"
-Moonlight has always been a very good patient. She isn't so eager to face the world at half her strength. Though it certainly hurts to be worked on, she bears it with patience.
-Calenture watches Onslaught curiously as the radio-hiss and click is the only way he can tellthat the other mech has beendistracted.
-Redline becomes aware that both his patients have reached the self-healing stage. "I can release both of you if you wish. HOWEVER, neither one of you may engage in combat until you have passed a fitness examination by me," he says, rather coolly.
-Nightclaw continues to look Whiplash over...more curious than ever. "A friend...at least of Onslaught's. The name's Nightclaw....and if I recall, you'd be Whiplash. You seem to be much more than Onslaught told me..."
-Moonlight grins wryly at Redline. "I'm sure you're used to people agreeing with you and then disobeying, but believe me, if I have /any/ say in the matter, I wouldn't be fighting until you give the go-ahead."
-Whiplash says, "Friend of Onslaught's, hm? Fine, wonderful. You're the last one standing?"
-Nightclaw nods as he looks around the arena, a small smile growing on his face, "It would seem so...yes."
-Whiplash inclines her head to him with a faint smile. "Congrats, then." She looks around, though as if still searching for something and distracted. "So where *are* the others?"
-Nightclaw turns his back as he begins making for the arena exit, turning back to respond, "Thanks...and I think your friends are inside the mobile hospital there...excuse me...not sure there's much left for me here. Not going to find the answers." and in yet another fluid motion, he transforms yet again, slowly walking towards the exit in his beast mode.
-Blitzwing grins "thank you Redline, I have an errand to run. If youll open this door, I will avoid fisticuffs until you see fit." He's lying like a 50 cent rug.
-Redline raises the door up a little bit. "I shall release you, Blitzwing, but if I find out you have not kept your word your next stay in the medical bay shall be a longer one, and quite possibly less comfortable," he states firmly. The door rolls the rest of the way up and lets the patients out.
-Moonlight stands up and painfully takes a few steps towards Blitzwing, much more concerned for him than for herself. Of the three Decepticons, she had witnessed the most friends fall, and that isn't sitting too well with her.
-Blitzwing scoops Moonlight up...gently, and walks out the door.
-Moonlight looks up at Blitzwing. "Where to now?"