She could have laughed, but her expression remained the same. Remained the same for about another few seconds as those needles slid in deeper, avoiding the Matrix by angling upwards from below and scraping the bottom their target; Optimus spark chamber.
Remained the same until she had a frame at least twice her own mass rammed into her, the large shoulder with the treads mounted on it even denting armour... armour that was not there for show, no matter hoe decorated and gilded.
Pushing Optimus out of the way, Megatron estimated he had about 5 seconds or so before any other assassins - and he'd seen them - went into action and he'd have to change focus again, which was an issue.
Ignoring the needles stabbing into his side in favour of first punching Cozenage in the throat and then grabbing the crumpling metal and cables and pulling, Megatron whirled around, ignoring the Escort as she fell and launched himself to land right over the still-fallen Prime, crushing the hand and extended vibro needles of another assassin as he crouched above Optimus.
Around the hall, explosions went off and laser fire could be heard, expertly inciting panic and dividing attention. Megatron didn't believe that there wasn't some sort of plan in place to give the assassins enough time before the security arrived here.
Which meant four... no. Six assassins and where the slagging pit had the other two come from?
And why was the programming that was supposed to make him unable to basically inflict any damage at all, indeed he could hardly even think a violent thoughts before it kicked it, not reacting now?
Not that he minded, at all, as he sneered at the three in front of him, acutely aware of the three behind him, and the fact that he had limited area to fight on until the Prime got back on his feet.
Any inattention would let just one of them finish the job.
Megatron's engine revved as he shifted his stance, hands flexing, and he wasn't sure exactly why he was so offended at the idea, even if Optimus had shown himself to be... acceptable.
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Remained the same until she had a frame at least twice her own mass rammed into her, the large shoulder with the treads mounted on it even denting armour... armour that was not there for show, no matter hoe decorated and gilded.
Pushing Optimus out of the way, Megatron estimated he had about 5 seconds or so before any other assassins - and he'd seen them - went into action and he'd have to change focus again, which was an issue.
Ignoring the needles stabbing into his side in favour of first punching Cozenage in the throat and then grabbing the crumpling metal and cables and pulling, Megatron whirled around, ignoring the Escort as she fell and launched himself to land right over the still-fallen Prime, crushing the hand and extended vibro needles of another assassin as he crouched above Optimus.
Around the hall, explosions went off and laser fire could be heard, expertly inciting panic and dividing attention. Megatron didn't believe that there wasn't some sort of plan in place to give the assassins enough time before the security arrived here.
Which meant four... no. Six assassins and where the slagging pit had the other two come from?
And why was the programming that was supposed to make him unable to basically inflict any damage at all, indeed he could hardly even think a violent thoughts before it kicked it, not reacting now?
Not that he minded, at all, as he sneered at the three in front of him, acutely aware of the three behind him, and the fact that he had limited area to fight on until the Prime got back on his feet.
Any inattention would let just one of them finish the job.
Megatron's engine revved as he shifted his stance, hands flexing, and he wasn't sure exactly why he was so offended at the idea, even if Optimus had shown himself to be... acceptable.