The sparkeater was flung aside, crunching against the wall... and immediately unfolded back out, using the wall as a springboard to launch itself at the Prime. This close, it could tell that two - and which two - sparks were the brightest, and while taking one of the less brighter ones might have yielded greater success...
It was hungry, it was injured, and the brightness and the vibrations called to it.
It swiped low this time, aiming for the potentially less-protected area beneath where the spark would be, completely ignoring all the other ones in the room, except for flaring out its own unstable field, rattling every spark.
Like that, it couldn't tear the sparks out, but it'd keep the obstacles/prey/weapon-wielders/food from attacking it.
Except for one of them. It needed the second one contained while it took care of the brightest one. Other appendages at its back dutifylly uncoiled and launched themselves.
Megatron had expected some reaction to seeing a similar creature as to what had nearly killed him, and that he had - like any miner - lived in awareness... wariness... and maybe even fear for the majority of his initial function.
He was only briefly distracted by Optimus' comment, hard pressed not to bark a laugh. It all made sense to Megatron, now. Why there still was as big of a ratio as there was of sparked miners to drones. Bait. To keep the sparkeaters where they'd always been, and out of the way of the general population.
But he didn't have much time to consider that as the creature leapt at the Prime again, and despite the fact that he had no weapons - except his frame - his hands tensed into fists and he was ready to leap---
Until his spark sort of faintly... flickered, but it was more annoyance than anything to care about (not so much for the rest of them, all of them had more or less serious reaction to the sparkeater's unstable field), and Megatron shifted his position, about to leap when the thing unleashed its tentacles.
But not on the Prime.
His cry was utterly instinctual, part surprise, part shock and rage at nothing having seen the attack. But how was he supposed to know the creature would spread its attention to him?
Grabbing one, and then two of the sturdy, slender things and attempting to yank didn't do much, and there were more than two. Snarling and swearing in as much anger and ignored fear as the things wrapped around legs, arms and middle and lifted him up. Megatron roared, let go of one of the tentacles in his grip to get both his hand around one and yanked, even as the tentacle he'd let go wrapped around a wrist and attempted to pull his hand away and out.
Much longer, and he'd be unable to move, as the tentacles were doing their best to spread limbs wide in preparation for the largest tentacle. The one that'd just spear through his chestplates.
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Date: 2012-06-25 09:07 pm (UTC)It was hungry, it was injured, and the brightness and the vibrations called to it.
It swiped low this time, aiming for the potentially less-protected area beneath where the spark would be, completely ignoring all the other ones in the room, except for flaring out its own unstable field, rattling every spark.
Like that, it couldn't tear the sparks out, but it'd keep the obstacles/prey/weapon-wielders/food from attacking it.
Except for one of them. It needed the second one contained while it took care of the brightest one. Other appendages at its back dutifylly uncoiled and launched themselves.
Megatron had expected some reaction to seeing a similar creature as to what had nearly killed him, and that he had - like any miner - lived in awareness... wariness... and maybe even fear for the majority of his initial function.
He was only briefly distracted by Optimus' comment, hard pressed not to bark a laugh. It all made sense to Megatron, now. Why there still was as big of a ratio as there was of sparked miners to drones. Bait. To keep the sparkeaters where they'd always been, and out of the way of the general population.
But he didn't have much time to consider that as the creature leapt at the Prime again, and despite the fact that he had no weapons - except his frame - his hands tensed into fists and he was ready to leap---
Until his spark sort of faintly... flickered, but it was more annoyance than anything to care about (not so much for the rest of them, all of them had more or less serious reaction to the sparkeater's unstable field), and Megatron shifted his position, about to leap when the thing unleashed its tentacles.
But not on the Prime.
His cry was utterly instinctual, part surprise, part shock and rage at nothing having seen the attack. But how was he supposed to know the creature would spread its attention to him?
Grabbing one, and then two of the sturdy, slender things and attempting to yank didn't do much, and there were more than two. Snarling and swearing in as much anger and ignored fear as the things wrapped around legs, arms and middle and lifted him up. Megatron roared, let go of one of the tentacles in his grip to get both his hand around one and yanked, even as the tentacle he'd let go wrapped around a wrist and attempted to pull his hand away and out.
Much longer, and he'd be unable to move, as the tentacles were doing their best to spread limbs wide in preparation for the largest tentacle. The one that'd just spear through his chestplates.