Who: Barricade and Ophelia What: A fight! When: Afternoon today. Where: I dunno. Wherever he finds her? :3 Rating: Pg-13 at the least, probably R for language and/or blood.
The move caught her by surprise; Ophelia was sent tumbling down the hallway, head over heels, until she managed to collect her senses and make an awkward, yet steady, landing. Her eyes narrowed as she righted herself and focused on the strange thing that had attacked her. It had glowing eyes and some kind of tough armour, and it seemed capably strong. Was this the "computer" she had been speaking to
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If Barricade had been an organic creature his fur would have bristled at insults. As it were his eyes brightened momentarily and his whole structure shuddered in repressed rage, and for a second he seemed larger than what he really was.
"You simply talk too much," he replied acidly. And it was odd just how close his voice actually sounded to actual acid in that statement, too.
Any other reply he would have made got put in a sub-processor as he reacted to the organic's attack. There was one good thing about this fight: Barricade could test the strength of his form while in such a tiny state. He was not too disappointed, as his calculations had already foretold him. Still, it was one thing to compute an estimate, another to know for sure.
As the blade came down atop 'Cade's form the robot hardly moved at all. He braced himself and brought up his clawed hands to slap the blade between his palms. The Claymore held steady several inches from his form.
Catching the sword? It was a fairly unusual move, since most things she fought preferred to keep their hands, but it wasn't as though it were a possibility Ophelia had never considered. And as she'd considered it, she had of course considered her options should it happen
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((I am soooooo sorry. You can not continue this if you like. :3))
Barricade's optics couldn't pick up on the movement, but his other sensors could. The movement was so fast though that even his other sensors were having a hard time keeping up. But 'Cade had seen many things in the universe, had lived several hundred thousand years, and traveled across just about as many lightyears. The movement only surprised him because of what it came from, not because it was happening
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"You simply talk too much," he replied acidly. And it was odd just how close his voice actually sounded to actual acid in that statement, too.
Any other reply he would have made got put in a sub-processor as he reacted to the organic's attack. There was one good thing about this fight: Barricade could test the strength of his form while in such a tiny state. He was not too disappointed, as his calculations had already foretold him. Still, it was one thing to compute an estimate, another to know for sure.
As the blade came down atop 'Cade's form the robot hardly moved at all. He braced himself and brought up his clawed hands to slap the blade between his palms. The Claymore held steady several inches from his form.
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Barricade's optics couldn't pick up on the movement, but his other sensors could. The movement was so fast though that even his other sensors were having a hard time keeping up. But 'Cade had seen many things in the universe, had lived several hundred thousand years, and traveled across just about as many lightyears. The movement only surprised him because of what it came from, not because it was happening ( ... )
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