Optimus could only spare one rattled moment to wonder why the others - his blasted guards - weren't shooting the thing to pieces as he dodged back and out of the way from the blow. Instead, all he could see from the corner of his optics was the shapes of the others, locked in some sort of half-paralyzed terror. Luckily for the others, the beast wasn't going after them. Unluckily for Optimus and...Megatron.
...what?
He hesitated for a moment as tentacles erupted from the undead looking thing; long, powerful cables that were very quickly doing a very good job of binding up his newest consort. He had to punch the beast in the face to drive it back once more, fighting for room to use his rifle as it was intended.
A pang hit his systems, hard and heavy and entirely out of place in the current situation. Several specific points on his frame throbbed with a sudden, urgent itch, unused systems attempting to writhe to life- Despite the monster involved, cables seemed so...
But they were going to tear his prisoner-consort apart.
The next lunge from the creature, and Optimus transformed away his rifle in favor of his energon axe. A feint to the left, a punishing hit to a reaching claw, and a swing from his bladed arm-
The Sparkeater screamed, tentacles holding Megatron spasming as several of it's cables were cut - including the spear-tendril, which dropped and writhed on the ground, spitting rancid mechfluid across the walls.
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I hoope this is what you meant?
Date: 2012-06-26 08:09 am (UTC)...what?
He hesitated for a moment as tentacles erupted from the undead looking thing; long, powerful cables that were very quickly doing a very good job of binding up his newest consort. He had to punch the beast in the face to drive it back once more, fighting for room to use his rifle as it was intended.
A pang hit his systems, hard and heavy and entirely out of place in the current situation. Several specific points on his frame throbbed with a sudden, urgent itch, unused systems attempting to writhe to life- Despite the monster involved, cables seemed so...
But they were going to tear his prisoner-consort apart.
The next lunge from the creature, and Optimus transformed away his rifle in favor of his energon axe. A feint to the left, a punishing hit to a reaching claw, and a swing from his bladed arm-
The Sparkeater screamed, tentacles holding Megatron spasming as several of it's cables were cut - including the spear-tendril, which dropped and writhed on the ground, spitting rancid mechfluid across the walls.