trans_9 | The Attack

Between the recent fights, as well as the mixed feelings about Jordan-- she was safe in the pods, at least, and so was the rest of her family, probably-- Rachel really wouldn't mind working some stuff off in the Sensoriums.

Plus, there wasn't much else to do on the ship, and practising different morphs and getting some added thrill from fighting? Wasn't a bad way to spend time. And if she got better about fighting in the process...

There wasn't any finesse to it. She wasn't in her favourite morph, for once, instead opting for a combination of speed, grace and power in the form of the cheetah. The room was filling periodically with an assortment of enemies-- some of the smaller Ohm grunts, Hork-Bajir, even some human (Controllers, something she was used to fighting). She spaced them out enough so she could handle them, but she still tore into each with the same quick viciousness. She lunged with the force of the cat onto a particular human, the instinct taking over to allow the teeth to sink into the throat for a killing bite.

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< Something like that, yeah, > Rachel agreed, kind of a dismissive tone, but she wasn't going to make him leave either. She watched him curiously, the simulation paused just enough to avoid any sneak attacks while she was distracted by him, as brief as it might be. She'd seen him before, he'd already proven the whole shapeshifting thing, though she still wasn't sure how it worked with him. < Joining in? >

He had to shift back to laugh a little embarrassed, "Err, yeah if you don't mind. I totally understand if this is like, "private time"

He understood, he just didn't consider it till now.

< Nah, it's fine, > she said. < It's not like it makes that much of a difference. > She'd wait for him to shift again, if he was staying, before she started the simulation back up.

His grin relaxed into a smile and he did just that taking the form of a sleek muscular green Cheetah. Though knowing his style he imagined he'd shift again before too long.

The enemies were a nice assortment, though he was a little uncomfortable with the Hork-Bajir after meeting one at one of the pod pops. But it was all a game so that made it easier. He swished his tail proudly and waited for Rachel to take the lead.

Rachel nodded her feline head at that, and now that he was ready, she started up the simulation again, aliens and humans alike moving into action. She lunged at the nearest with all the speed and force that the cheetah body could manage.

Beastboy sprang into action too. He loved using feline forms, the sort of liquid steel confidence and grace they carried was a boon to a lanky clumsy teenager like himself.

Pouncing off one human his weight knocked the enemy to the floor before he launched off the body into a taller enemy, one of the Hork-Bajir. Shifting mid flight into a Gorilla he seized the creature and hauled him over his shoulder slamming him into the ground. He let out a howl through cutting through his leathery gorilla skin. Not willing to slow down though (And knowing the wound was only simulated) he shifted into a bull next charging into the nearest Ohm and knocking him into the air with a buck and a thrust of his powerful horns.

At least this guy was pretty methodical and quick. Maybe not as ruthless as Rachel was, but still not half bad.

With a feline yowl, she tore into the softer, human flesh with her teeth, before letting him drop and moving to the next. She didn't have size to her advantage, but she certainly had speed and liquid power. Both of which she used to take out the next closest-- a Hork-Bajir-- tearing into it, while dodging up and under the blades.

Beastboy caught her actions out of the corner of his eye and decided to try and mimic her shifting into Cheetah form again dodging around blades that came for him. But dodging was all he was doing. He wouldn't sink his teeth into the other creatures, wouldn't eviscerate them.

And that was why they would keep coming. Soon dodging was all he was doing, moving faster and faster like a blur, struggling against his own instincts to shift forms. Practice made perfect right?

Well...almost. His constant dodging could only do so much and he found himself stunned by a sharp kick to the face, by a human of all things!

Next thing he knew he was dog piled by a group of Hork-Bijir and humans with one fat Ohm on top.

Rachel nearly swore in thought-speak as she witnessed this in her peripheral vision. Sure, he was fast and he was doing pretty well with dodging, but when there were so many... well, that wasn't enough.

Dropping the alien she had, she spun quickly, letting out an angry warning call to the pile of enemies on top of her companion. It startled some-- mostly the humans, and some Hork-Bajir-- distracting them a bit while she dove at them, aiming to drive them off.

The pile shifted and shuddered...and suddenly exploded sending bodies flying in all directions as a massive T-rex rose from the insides spinning and swinging his tail in a wide circle.

He unfortunately was unaware of how close Rachel had been to him, good luck with that.

Rachel's cheetah form ground to a halt suddenly, slipping a bit as the momentum was suddenly forced to stop, so she wouldn't run into that thing. She took a hit from a few bad guys, yowling at the blades and weight, but she leapt out of the pile, clawing and forcing her way out.

< Some morph you've got there, > she said warily.

Beastboy shifted around looking for her after that remark, and when he finally spotted her grinned. A grin from a T-rex was really a frightening thing considering how many, and how big the teeth were.

But in a way it was kind of a goofy thing too knowing who was behind the wheel of that viscous killing machine.

Rachel watched him warily, the cheetah mind in her reacting poorly to the site, identifying an unknown but potential threat. Still, she herself wasn't cowed, and she made the cat stand calmly, instead of threatening or bowing down.

< Going to try using that then? > He didn't seem to be able to answer orally, but actions spoke louder than words, right?

It was a particularly strange thing to see a T-rex...with it's tiny tiny arms shrug. But he did and turned to face some recently spawned enemies charging into them, crashing and bowling into them at full speed.

< Much better, > Rachel says, partially to herself, even if it's 'public'. She turns herself, moving to barrel towards the enemies behind him. She'll more than willingly take down whatever lies in his wake, or any he misses taking out.

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