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Owner	Pose
Blurr	So apparently this Fed guy, what was his name? The one who had been chatting it up with Sarah and Inga earlier, was seriously offended by the fact Blurr, a member of the opposite faction, didn't trust him to take care of Inga. In his mind, it's perfectly justified. Would he trust a -Decepticon- to repair another Autobot, even if he offered to? Absolutely not! It would be stupid to do so, and he'd most likely get in all kinds of trouble if he ever did such a thing! They could plant bugs, or explosives. Or worse! Therefore, it's no wonder that he's a bit flabberghasted if slightly amused at Mordred's haughty 'offense' at it. But fine, he'll humor the guy if he wants to duel. Maybe even let him beat him, so that he'll maybe feel better about himself and stop whining about it. Perhaps he can even learn a thing or two about whatever he has in his arsenal in the meantime. Traveling to a debris field in the Void in a small shuttle, he waits for his opponent to set down on an asteroid and...put forth the challenge, or whatever.
Project MORDRED	MORDRED does take it seriously, and he's well aware that Blurr doesn't. As such, when MORDRED arrives he's already in his Armour, and with his monofilament broadsword drawn. He hovers in the void of space near the asteroid. "This is your last chance to apologize before the duel starts." MORDRED begins, then he rattles off the rules. "We have agreed upon a place and time for the duel, and also on the conditions of defeat. When one side concedes defeat or is physically incapable of further offensive action, the duel is over and the other side wins. Upon the end of the duel, both sides are to cease hostilities immediately. Otherwise, all tactics and weapons are allowed. Do you understand these rules?"
Blurr	Blurr sets the craft down on the asteroid of choice, and steps out of it, arms folded. He is not exactly in the best of moods, feeling at the moment that even his own team seems to have a severe lack of understanding of where he is coming from, as well as a lack of desire to even try to understand. "Sure, whatever you say. If it makes you feel better about yourself, by all means." And no, he is sure as hell not going to apologize to him, and yes he would rather let him beat the scrap out of him before he'd -ever- apologize for something he believes was perfectly justified. Primus knows especially not to the enemy, either!
Project MORDRED	And thus, the duel begins. Glare-NT's thrusters fire and MORDRED closes some of the distance in a short period of time. "I do not care what you think of me. Fight, concede or apologize; anything else will only serve to further erode your honour." He warns, and then he reaches melee range with Blurr, and he uses his momentum to his advantage as he swings his Monofilament Broadsword. Though thin, it's massive and quite sturdy, and is not to be taken lightly.
Blurr	Blurr brings up an arm and allows the sword to block the attack, allowing the sword to slash into that instead of more vital areas. It digs into his armor, cutting fairly deep given its size. He then pushes back, attempting to throw the Glare-NT away from himself. "Apologize for -what-? For trying to protect my own team from the enemy? If you'd been through what I have, you'd have done the same."
Project MORDRED	"Just cease talking, if you do not wish to apologize, at least stop trying to justify it and paint the whole Union as a disgrace by association." MORDRED doesn't sound upset or angry, if anything, he sounds like a teacher talking to a child who doesn't realize why what he's done is wrong. With Glare-NT pushed back, MORDRED lets go off the monofilament broadsword, letting it automatically attach to his hip, and mounts the XTE lancepack on his side, charging up quickly before releasing a blast of superheated hydrogen plasma.
Blurr	Blurr jumps sideways to avoid the plasma, though it grazes a shoulder. He is quick, but the blast was at relatively short range. "You're right, it's pointless arguing with you. You'll never understand." The Union's already a disgrace to its enemies, no matter what it's done. Weapons emerge from the Autobot's arms, and he levels them at Mordred to return fire with a series of rapid energy barrages at the armor suit.
Project MORDRED	MORDRED maneuvers quickly, the energy barrages melting down the ablative heat shielding and even digging through the underlaying armor a bit, though not inflicting critical damage. He doesn't bother to respond verbally this time, instead he goes for a simple case of putting his lancepack into rapidfire mode, sending several small blasts of superheated plasma flying for Blurr in quick succession.
Blurr	Blurr actually lets the plasma hit him square in the chassis this time, the hot blasts melting into his armor and turning parts of it to slag. He stumbles backward a few steps and falls to the ground, lying in a motionless heap for the time being. Is he down for the count?
Project MORDRED	"You have ten seconds to indicate otherwise before I consider you physically incapable of attacking, which would thus leave me the victor." MORDRED warns, even as he aims the Lancepack at Blurr and charges up a big plasma shot, the largest one yet, while floating in the vacuum at a comfortable distance. "Nine. Eight. Seven." Since he hasn't won yet, MORDRED can still attack under the rules, and he fires the shot. "Six, Five."
Blurr	Blurr rolls out of the way, the plasma shot scorching the asteroid's surface next to him instead. However, he doesn't get back up. "Fine okay you win." he concedes, albeit begrudgingly. "Are you happy now? Or do you need to exact more vengeance on me before you feel all better? I'm no Ironhide but I could probably take a few more lashes from someone your size. Primus knows I've had worse before." The Autobot says wryly. "So go on, hit me if you want. Make sure I get what I deserve in full." Maybe this'll satisfy all the other people in the Union who think he was in the wrong, too.
Project MORDRED	"You have conceded defeat. Thus, all is as it should be." And with that, MORDRED stops firing. "Have a nice day, and perhaps ask Saber about some instructions in behavior." With that, MORDRED flies off into the distance.