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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2018 15:11:19 GMT
Vos constricted further around Hot Shot, each struggle presenting an opening for him to tighten his grip. He rasped out an unnerving chuckle, like the hiss of a snake. He shifted his legs, bowing his body unnaturally in the middle as he used them to restrain the Autobot's arms. One arm slithered around one wing, using it as leverage, claws digging in. His other hand moved to grip at the bot's face, going for his optics.
"Wear....my...faaaaacccce?" he hissed.
If he managed to keep him down long enough, he may be able to use his favorite method of torture.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2018 3:54:22 GMT
Glowstrike's optics narrowed, reacting only just in time to pull her form upwards. But, it was not enough to full avoid those arm spikes, feeling their sharp points still tearing into the surface of her underside. Yet, the damage didn't stop there.
She found herself flying right into a prepared Windblade, the Camien seeker swinging one of the energy blades just right to slice through part of the outer casing of her wings and striking the thinner material making up the wings themselves. A burning sensation went through Glowstrike's body causing her to hiss before slamming into the cave wall, causing a small section of the wall to crumble on top of her. Not that she was letting that stop her for long.
"Not bad, for walking scrap heaps such as yourselves." Glowstrike transformed, kneeling on one knee, knocking the rubble off her frame before she focused her golden optics on her two enemies. "But, you have to do better than that to squash me." Glowstrike spoke in a cold but still sophisticated manner, her palms glowing with concentrated red energy which she then began to fire upon the two femmes.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2018 9:28:48 GMT
"Thanks," Chronon said, smiling. "I've had practice."
Glowstrike managed to get a shot in before Chronon could turn to face her, burning off a bit of her graphene coating and scorching the underlying metallic spikes. That spot might hurt more from then on, at least until she fixes it. Her EMP blaster materialized in her grip, and she fired several shots at Glowstrike. Don't tunnel vision, she reminded herself as she realized she had been focusing too much on the Insecticon.
Spotting an opportunity, she aimed at @vos , fired an EMP blast at him and then turned her back towards him. Megatron's elite would, presumably, never pass up an opportunity like that to attack her blind side. What the tiny torturer didn't know, however, was that the capacitors on her back are all charged up, ready to fire four rows of railgun spikes through the Decepticon. As soon as the DJD member landed on her back, she would turn her back towards Megatron and fire them.
::Chronon to all Autobots,:: she whispered on a secure frequency. ::As soon as Vos lands on me, get away from Megatron. You have a tenth of a second between Vos's landing and getting skewered.::
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2018 3:13:29 GMT
Despite the strike she landed, Windblade’s attack hadn’t been enough to force the Insecticon off their backs. Considering well-armored Insecticons could be in their insect modes, suppose it wasn’t too great of a shock when Glowstrike was already pushing through any pain she might be experiencing, specially wings. Windblade knew that experience all too well a time or two during her time in the war with the Autobots and Decepticons. Speaking of wings…
A hiss of pain left the Camien as one of Glowstrike’s shots grazed her wings, forcing her to fold them behind her momentarily as she ducked aside to avoid further shots sent her way, moving closer to the unconscious Stepper since she was concerned of the younger mech ending up struck by a stray shot. Instead, she focused on blocking or deflecting those energy blasts until Chronon stepped in once more, using her EMP blaster to stun the femme Insecticon for the time being. Sighing in relief, Windblade turned her attention to the rest of the chaos around them, hoping Chronon knew what she was doing.
“::That’s if he goes for the bait Chronon, I’d be prepared for a Plan B.::” Windblade responded quietly over the com-links, seeing the slender mech had Hot Shot in a bad situation. But so was Rodimus, dealing with not only the tyrant but also the flashy red medic who had seemed inclined to interfere with the personal fight between Rodimus and Megatron. Maybe she could even up the odds. “::I’ll get the sports car off your back Rodimus, but we can’t keep this up for too much longer. Stepper is down for the count and that EMP won’t keep that bug down for too long.::” Windblade spoke over the com-link once more, folding her wings out once more, her turbines beginning to hum and power up, concentrating a light blue energy within their confines but to a much lower power than she normally used.
With being in such a confined space, she could seriously risk more than just harming Knock Out.
“Think you’ve cut in long enough red, time to take a break.” Windblade called towards the medic, firing the low powered cannons towards his back, intending to knock him away from Rodimus and allow Chronon a much clearer shot.
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