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2015-02-08 Clear Improvement

From Transformers: Lost and Found

Clear Improvement
Date 2016/02/08
Location Lost Light: Recreation -- Practice Rooms
Participants Rodimus, Ultra Magnus
Summary Rodimus is getting better at hand-to-hand fighting. But not at pet names.

There are very few things on this ship that Rodimus shows up to with the same remarkable punctuality that surfaces when it's time for him to go a few rounds with Ultra Magnus -- or, well, his more Minimus form. Sometimes he's even a little early. Sometimes he's a lot early. This time he's just kind of punctual, which would be unremarkable, if not for how very Rodimusy he is. He pongs off the doorway and into the room in a rush, skidding over the threshold seconds before the tick of the hour: "Am I late?"

Only ahead of him by a very narrow window of time, Minimus Ambus draws his head up in a visible startle as Rodimus essentially ricochets into the practice room like a projectile. Resetting his vocalizer as he twines his hands loosely behind him, Minimus pauses for a moment as he reflects on whether he has ever heard this question pass Rodimus's lips before in all of the course of their acquaintance. He practically stalls for a moment, the knit of his helm reflecting his moment's baffle. It makes for a hiccup of delay between query and answer, though his reply is: "Ah-- no, Rodimus, you're ... right on time."

Rodimus's smile widens across his face with a brilliant glow. "Good! I got caught up in -- well, never mind." The haste with which he cuts off suggests it was definitely not a Magnus Approved activity, so Minimus doesn't need to know about it. He crosses over to Minimus and circles him with a crooked smile. "I've been practicing, you know! You might be surprised how well I do now!" Or ... he might be surprised by what little difference it makes. Time to find out.

"Good," Minimus says. For praise, he's very stern about it. His frown measures Rodimus with the long glide of his glance from the crown of his helm down to his giant feet and then back up again. "I'm glad to hear you've been working on it." He works himself looser, visibly: trying to shake out some of the tension that writes itself up his spine, the wariness in the slim lines of his frame. He is notably quicker to relax than he was the first time they did this, though it still clearly takes an effort for him to do so. "Honestly the reports that came back from Prion were concerning enough to make me think everyone could use the workout."

<COMBAT> You start a sparring match with rodimus. Your combat number is #494.

<COMBAT> Minimus Ambus has joined the combat as a soldier on team 1.

<COMBAT> You join combat #494.

< Weapon set to: Blaster_Pistol

<COMBAT> Rodimus has joined the combat as a soldier on team 1. (Minimus Ambus)

<COMBAT> You make Rodimus join combat #494.

< Weapon set to: Blaster_Pistol

<COMBAT> Minimus Ambus has changed weapons to Sparring.

<COMBAT> You change your weapon. Action and target have been reset.

<COMBAT> Rodimus has changed weapons to Sparring. (Minimus Ambus)

<COMBAT> You change rodimus's weapon. Action and target have been reset.

<COMBAT> Minimus Ambus will attack Rodimus this turn.

<COMBAT> You set your action.

<COMBAT> Rodimus will attack Minimus Ambus this turn. (Minimus Ambus)

<COMBAT> You set rodimus's action.

<COMBAT> rodimus's team set to 2. (Minimus_Ambus)

<COMBAT> You set rodimus's team.

<COMBAT> Minimus Ambus has started the combat! Pose and pick your first action.

"I know, right?" Rodimus sounds much too delighted when he said, "Who can believe the Decepticon Justice Division would come after us." He waxes smug, and adds, "Or that we'd beat them up." He's being a little optimistic there. He bounces from foot to foot as Minimus relaxes, watching as he falls into a ready posture. He moves easily into a waiting stance, light on his feet and ready to strike the very moment that Minimus signals his readiness. "Too bad we were on the ship. We could've pounded those creeps into scrap metal." Extreme optimism.

Minimus gives Rodimus a familiarly exasperated look. Resettling his stance as his hands lift to a more ready position, he lifts his chin up and suggests, a little dryly: "Let's see if you can pin one rather small and irritable soldier to the mat before you start saying you're going to pound the entire Decepticon Justice Division, hm?"

<COMBAT> Rodimus has changed stance to banzai.

<COMBAT> Triggering new turn.

<COMBAT> Rodimus attacks Minimus Ambus with Sparring - Moderate Stun wound to Chest.

<COMBAT> Minimus Ambus attacks Rodimus with Sparring - Light Stun wound to Chest.

<COMBAT> Minimus Ambus has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.

Rodimus moves in with a solid hit, and follows it with a twist around to come in for another strike. His grin goes wide as he takes a lighter hit from Minimus, and he's cocky when he says, "How about that, eh? Small and irritable, are you? You're gonna be way more irritable when I take you to the mat."

By rights he should be smarting from the hard crack of Rodimus's blow against his central core, but what Minimus Ambus growls is: "I will be delighted if you ever manage." It is likely not that surprising that there is less power behind his drive than there might be if, say, he were wearing heavier armor. Dancing lightly on his feet, he reorients on Rodimus with narrowing scarlet optics and moves in for another strike. "Your gloating is a little premature."

<COMBAT> Triggering new turn.

<COMBAT> Minimus Ambus attacks Rodimus with Sparring - Moderate Stun wound to Chest.

<COMBAT> Rodimus attacks Minimus Ambus with Sparring - Light Stun wound to Chest.

<COMBAT> Minimus Ambus has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.

Laughing right up until Minimus smacks him back -- and then chuckling through it -- Rodimus says, "I'd love to see you delighted." He grins down at Minimus with a fool's charm, all too eager to risk a hit if it means delight. He braces and pushes in, closing the distance between them from strike to grapple as he moves aggressively to engage. "My gloating isn't premature, it's pre-- pre... prescient!"

<COMBAT> Rodimus will subdue Minimus Ambus this turn.

"Is it?" Minimus turns into Rodimus's blow so that it glances off him, though now his eeling swiftness is well within Rodimus's greater reach. His eye quick and assessing as he moves, he goes, "We'll see," in a tone gone distinctly more remote despite the incredible wattage of Rodimus's grin.

<COMBAT> Triggering new turn.

<COMBAT> Minimus Ambus attacks Rodimus with Sparring - Moderate Stun wound to Chest.

<COMBAT> Rodimus subdues Minimus Ambus!

<COMBAT> Minimus Ambus has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.

<COMBAT> Minimus Ambus will escape Rodimus this turn.

<COMBAT> You set your action.

Rodimus dives right into a solid blow with all the careless recklessness that one could possibly expect from him. It gives him the range and the reach to catch Minimus's arm, and keep his hold, throwing him down and following after. He moves quick, trying to catch Minimus's limbs before he can slither away. "Ha ha ha," Rodimus says -- says! -- but it's followed by a warmer rumble of true laughter as he shifts over him. "Come on. Be delighted."

Minimus Ambus attempts to control his fall with by rolling into the landing, but first finds his limbs initially fouled in Rodimus's grip and greater reach. He slides against him in a slippery wriggle of metal skin, twisting with startling agility for somebody usually as mobile as, you know, a giant armored truck. He looks intently focused. "What did I say," he breathes in another low growl, engine revving rising heat close beneath Rodimus, "about being premature?"

<COMBAT> Triggering new turn.

<COMBAT> Minimus Ambus attempts to escape from Rodimus but fails!

<COMBAT> Rodimus continues to subdue Minimus Ambus.

<COMBAT> Minimus Ambus has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.

Sibilants hissing over a rippling laugh, Rodimus repeats, "Prescient," back down at Minimus. When he slides, Rodimus follows; when he twists, Rodimus rolls. He possibly puts a little too much attention into trying to roll Minimus beneath him chest-to-chest, but Minimus hasn't wiggled away yet. His gaze sparks and the flames on his chest serve as warning for the heat of his frame.

<COMBAT> Rodimus has applied a -1 modifier to rodimus.

"This premature smugness of yours is exactly why worrying about you is both my personal and professional--" Minimus bitches even as he continues to squirm and slide in seek of an escape. He is less self-limiting in his struggle as he thrashes to break the hold.

<COMBAT> Triggering new turn.

<COMBAT> Rodimus continues to subdue Minimus Ambus.

<COMBAT> Minimus Ambus attempts to escape from Rodimus but fails!

<COMBAT> Minimus Ambus has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.

Sliding his hands up Minimus's arms to his hands, Rodimus pins them overhead once he's sure enough of his grip to make it stick, while he tangles the thrash of Minimus's legs in a very effective giant-puppy-paw pin. "Worrying about me." Warm air breathes between them from the vent of his fans, and his smile could ignite as he noses his head down into the space between them to ask, "Is that what you do? Worry? Besides, who's smug?" You, Rodimus. You're smug.

"Yes." Minimus's helm knits again, its edge creasing as he meets Rodimus's gaze. He frowns into the brilliant force of his smile. "Always." He finally goes still beneath him and lets his head thunk back against the mat. His fingers flex and twist against the mat and then loosen. His hips shift in one last twitching squirm. After a beat, all be it with some reluctance, he says: "You have been working."

<COMBAT> Minimus Ambus will pass this turn.

<COMBAT> You set your action.

<COMBAT> Triggering new turn.

<COMBAT> Rodimus continues to subdue Minimus Ambus.

<COMBAT> Minimus Ambus passes.

<COMBAT> Minimus Ambus has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.

This could be a ploy. A trap. Rodimus does not release his hold. He tips his head, nose brushing over Minimus's cheek as he not-quite kisses him with words shaped against his lips: "That is not delight. You promised me delight." He looks smug. Actually, he looks pretty insufferable.

Arms tightening up again where they are pinned over his head, Minimus hits his head even harder against the mat. In light of the fact that Rodimus has just pinned him to the mat, he's pretty well caught, but there's clearly gathering tension in his face and voice as he says thinly, "Rodimus, security gets video in here." (This doesn't sound like delight either.)

<COMBAT> Triggering new turn.

<COMBAT> Rodimus continues to subdue Minimus Ambus.

<COMBAT> Minimus Ambus passes.

<COMBAT> Minimus Ambus has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.

"Awesome." Rodimus smiles. It threatens to spill over into a grin. He looses Minimus's hands and begins to reach for him. "I'll have to--" But whatever he might like to add, he catches on sudden uncertainty and in sudden awareness. He marks the gathering tension. He steps back, and the slide of his hand becomes an offer, instead, helping Minimus to his feet as he stands. His smile is a little more contained and a touch sheepish. "Right. Sorry. Rules."

<COMBAT> Rodimus will pass this turn.

<FS3> Minimus_Ambus rolls Chirolinguistics: Good Success. (8 8 8 5)

Minimus stays where he is for a moment, watching Rodimus rise. Then he moves. He flows easily to his feet without reliance on Rodimus's hand, but that doesn't mean he doesn't take it. He grips it firmly. Out loud, he says, "You've really improved a lot. I didn't expect that you could pin me so effectively. It just goes to show how much potential you have when you really put your mind to it." Out loud, he is lecturing. Silently, his fingers work in a stroke and glide across Rodimus's palm, warm and firm with new confidence as he writes his sweeter note into Rodimus's skin. I am delighted. You delight me. I promise to show you later. He's probably undercutting his own lecture a little bit here.

"It's because you're little." Rodimus warms readily back to an open grin. He is patently, obviously charmed by that. His grin gentles, and while he doesn't answer Minimus with any explicit statement in hand, he does firm the clasp of their hands. "Want to go again?"

"Yes." Minimus narrows his gaze again as he looks up at Rodimus. Even as his hand lingers in the lace of their fingers, he intones: "You'll have to show me that once isn't a fluke." Thumb gliding over Rodimus's palm, he steps back, and finally breaks the hold, drawing his hand back. "Drift tried to take me in the armor, you know."

<COMBAT> Rodimus will subdue Minimus Ambus this turn.

<COMBAT> Minimus Ambus will subdue Rodimus this turn.

<COMBAT> Everyone has entered their actions.

<COMBAT> You set your action.

<COMBAT> Triggering new turn.

<COMBAT> Rodimus subdues Minimus Ambus!

<COMBAT> Minimus Ambus passes.

<COMBAT> Minimus Ambus has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.

"Does that mean you'll be double-delighted?" This sounds very motivating, really. Rodimus lunges forward, tackling Minimus, to tumble him to the ground again. "I bet I could take you in the armor, too!"

<COMBAT> Minimus Ambus will escape Rodimus this turn.

<COMBAT> You set your action.

Minimus is just a little too slow off the mark to avoid Rodimus's sudden dive for him, and they roll together across the mat. He works, twisting in the grapple of Rodimus's arms in an attempt to control the hold. He grunts. "--you want to fight me in the armor now?" (After all that effort to get him out of it, too!)

<COMBAT> Triggering new turn.

<COMBAT> Rodimus continues to subdue Minimus Ambus.

<COMBAT> Minimus Ambus attempts to escape from Rodimus but fails!

<COMBAT> Minimus Ambus has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.

"No!" Rodimus says, sounding very appalled by the idea for someone who just swore he could win. It's explained by the way his leg slides against Minimus's, working to restrain the squirm. "I like you like this. I'm just saying -- I bet I could."

<COMBAT> Minimus Ambus will escape Rodimus this turn.

<COMBAT> You set your action.

Again, Minimus finds himself pinned beneath Rodimus's superior mass, and he strives against him, working to find a weak point that he can use to eel out from under him, maybe in the pitch and roll of their bodies. "Drift couldn't," he points out.

<COMBAT> Triggering new turn.

<COMBAT> Rodimus continues to subdue Minimus Ambus.

<COMBAT> Minimus Ambus attempts to escape from Rodimus but fails!

<COMBAT> Minimus Ambus has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.

There are no weak points. Rodimus wins. RODIMUS WINS FOREVER. With a gentle rasp of metal, he catches at his lower lip as his gaze moves down over Minimus's features. He fights -- and wins -- another battle with temptation, releasing Minimus once he's made the point of his pin to stand. His grin widens to a taunt. "Maybe next time I should let you, see if you've got anything let to teach me."

Once freed, Minimus rolls, pushing to his knee and then back to his feet with a slight stagger as he regains his balance. The barest hint of an answering smile touches his mouth at its corners beneath his mustache and then is immediately banished. He says: "I didn't realize you were in such a hurry to end our sessions."

<COMBAT> Rodimus will pass this turn.

"Uh." Rodimus pauses. It's a pause which stretches. He doesn't have a good answer. In the end, he just wiggles his fingers at Minimus in a beckoning taunt, and then holds his hands out wide -- obviously and passively waiting. "Come on, little guy." Oh my god, Rodimus, don't say that. "Hit me with your best shot."

<COMBAT> Minimus Ambus will subdue Rodimus this turn.

<COMBAT> Everyone has entered their actions.

<COMBAT> You set your action.

<COMBAT> Triggering new turn.

<COMBAT> Rodimus passes.

<COMBAT> Minimus Ambus subdues Rodimus!

<COMBAT> Minimus Ambus has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.

Minimus Ambus does. He lashes out with a startling speed despite the fact that his attack is expected, snags the hand Rodimus used to beckon him with, twists it and the other hand behind his back, and sweeps his feet out from under him with a sliding shift of balance that forces him to his knees. He leans in close behind him, his chest pressing hard against Rodimus's back as he drapes against the spoiler, and murmurs very quietly up against Rodimus's helm, "What did you call me?"

<COMBAT> Rodimus will escape Minimus Ambus this turn.

For all that he invited it -- Seriously, he not only sent the invitation, but he included a stamped, addressed RSVP. He INVITED that. -- Rodimus still seems surprised (and delighted) by the speed with which Minimus answers him. His answer is nearly lost in a laugh. He leans back against Minimus. For a moment, he simply soaks the warmth of his body and radiates it back with a sharper heat. "I think you heard me," he says, before ducking and twisting to try to throw Minimus so he can escape.

<COMBAT> Triggering new turn.

<COMBAT> Minimus Ambus continues to subdue Rodimus.

<COMBAT> Rodimus attempts to escape from Minimus Ambus but fails!

<COMBAT> Minimus Ambus has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.

Minimus Ambus's hold is too solid for him to be so easily thrown; he moves with the twist of Rodimus's body, tight and steady against him, his foot anchored between his legs at an angle to prevent the easiest point of leverage: Rodimus's feet. "I think you want to rephrase." Minimus's humor is dry, too warm for any real threat, but the strength of his hold is unswerving.

"I think I don't," Rodimus says with a cackle and a more determined thrash. "You really want me to rephrase? You so sure of where I'll go with that?"

<COMBAT> Triggering new turn.

<COMBAT> Rodimus attempts to escape from Minimus Ambus but fails!

<COMBAT> Minimus Ambus continues to subdue Rodimus.

<COMBAT> Minimus Ambus has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.

"Now I am curious just how unwise you will choose to be," Minimus answers with a deeper note of humor thrumming in his low voice. He twists, jerking Rodimus to the side as he moves with his thrash; flowing with the motion, he pitches them both to the mat and rolls atop Rodimus. One knee braced hard against the mat beside him, his other leg slings out in a long tangling slide between his legs. He pins his hands above his head in a mirroring of what Rodimus did to him not five minutes ago.

"Is that a challenge? Are you challenging me, Minimus Ambus?" Rodimus isn't quite tall enough that he could throw Minimus off in a stretch, but he still does very much the opposite: he pulls his hands in, close to his head, and rolls his shoulders to flatten the set of his spoiler and get cozy. He grins. "I called you little guy, but I could've said cutie, or grouchy, or grouchy cutie. Minipuss Sourmus." That doesn't even make sense. What a terrible idea. With manic glee, he says, "Or pickle!"

<COMBAT> Rodimus will pass this turn.

Minimus Ambus glowers down at him in consternation. For a moment it looks like Rodimus may be free of the hold after all just because Minimus is filled with such a strong desire to facepalm but instead he tightens the pressure of his grip in its lock on Rodimus's hands and says, "You are thoroughly ridiculous." Leaning in close, he frowns down into his gleeful delight and says, "Sometimes it bewilders me how much I like you. Why are you calling me terrible names?"

"What can I say. I love the way you frown." It would certainly explain a lot, eh? Rodimus flexes his hands and then nudges, asking for rather than demanding his freedom. "Help me up and go through that take down again. I'm not quite sure how you did it. Went by pretty fast."

"All right." Minimus slides smoothly to his feet, offering Rodimus the ready support of his firm right hand. He's quick to shift gears from playfight to lecture. All be it a fairly handsy lecture, in context. "I'll talk you through it."

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