He was used to not fighting in ideal conditions, with rules and regulations restraining what could be used and what couldn't, and in limited spaces. That didn't make it not hard to attempt to defend someone who couldn't do much more than twitch his fingers at the moment and basically having to stand on said person.
He also wasn't yet a soldier, really; the growing rebellion had as of yet stuck to surgical, calculated and contained strikes, not all-out warfare.
Snarling as one of them jumped on his back, Megatron ignored the arm around his neck and throat, instead whirling around and using the minibot on his back as a flail, blocking a punch or kick - but not managing to avoid yet another strike of vibro needles, these ones burying themselves in a thigh and managing to hit right so one of them went through one of the ports.
Teeth gritting hard enough to threaten to dent something, he somehow managed to ignore the shooting pain that went straight into the circuitry around his spark. The leg shocked dead for a moment, he grabbed the flailing leg of the minibot on his back, tore him free, and simply slammed the minibot wholesale into two of the assassins.
Whirling around, he struck out, not just denting but collapsing one of the assassin's chestplates - one of the Escorts who hadn't been built like Cozenage. She might, or might not, survive. The next was grabbed and slammed into the floor, and then he just stomped down before a tingling warning somewhere along his back had Megatron simply letting himself fall...
On top of Optimus, but trapping the assassin between them until he could yank the mech up, growling right in his faceplates and then headbutting him hard enough to create a dent deep enough it'd be an obvious problem.
And then Megatron's luck was over, especially as he was working with no weapons except his own body, and one of the last three assassins went for Megatron instead of the opening for the Prime, tossing herself bodily at him, the needles going via the base of the smaller sparklight---
Touching something that wasn't exactly his spark chamber, but made pain explode anyway and his vision flicker. She got her arm ripped out for her effort, but the next thing that hit him wasn't a punch or a kick, but rather a null-ray blast (and why was an Escort exhibiting a special ability like that?), in his back, level with where the needles had gone in through the front.
Megatron whirled around, took one step, and crashed to the floor.
Optimus better be back up and online by now, or his guards have gotten their scrap together, otherwise there would be... problems...
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Date: 2012-09-19 12:24 am (UTC)He also wasn't yet a soldier, really; the growing rebellion had as of yet stuck to surgical, calculated and contained strikes, not all-out warfare.
Snarling as one of them jumped on his back, Megatron ignored the arm around his neck and throat, instead whirling around and using the minibot on his back as a flail, blocking a punch or kick - but not managing to avoid yet another strike of vibro needles, these ones burying themselves in a thigh and managing to hit right so one of them went through one of the ports.
Teeth gritting hard enough to threaten to dent something, he somehow managed to ignore the shooting pain that went straight into the circuitry around his spark. The leg shocked dead for a moment, he grabbed the flailing leg of the minibot on his back, tore him free, and simply slammed the minibot wholesale into two of the assassins.
Whirling around, he struck out, not just denting but collapsing one of the assassin's chestplates - one of the Escorts who hadn't been built like Cozenage. She might, or might not, survive. The next was grabbed and slammed into the floor, and then he just stomped down before a tingling warning somewhere along his back had Megatron simply letting himself fall...
On top of Optimus, but trapping the assassin between them until he could yank the mech up, growling right in his faceplates and then headbutting him hard enough to create a dent deep enough it'd be an obvious problem.
And then Megatron's luck was over, especially as he was working with no weapons except his own body, and one of the last three assassins went for Megatron instead of the opening for the Prime, tossing herself bodily at him, the needles going via the base of the smaller sparklight---
Touching something that wasn't exactly his spark chamber, but made pain explode anyway and his vision flicker. She got her arm ripped out for her effort, but the next thing that hit him wasn't a punch or a kick, but rather a null-ray blast (and why was an Escort exhibiting a special ability like that?), in his back, level with where the needles had gone in through the front.
Megatron whirled around, took one step, and crashed to the floor.
Optimus better be back up and online by now, or his guards have gotten their scrap together, otherwise there would be... problems...