O: Two of their shots hit despite his attempt at rolling back to dodge; his armor took most of the blow, but he held back his cry with will alone.
Unfortunately for the mech throwing himself at him, while he was a good shot, hand-to-hand was his specialty.
Lashing out with the butt of his rifle, he smacked the arm with the suspicious weapon away - he had no intentions of learning about it the hard way. Throwing his weight behind the punch, he cracked the mech in the face, sending him down into a heap, and immediately re-targeting the rifle on the next mech.
CJ: Who had just pulled out another gun, clearly of the same sort as the stasis gun the femme had been holding, and while Cliffjumper had just managed to pry the hand away from the gun, the mech had noticed Optimus was making short work of his attacker.
Tossing himself in an attempt to avoid the shot that was sure to come from the rifle, he squeezed off a stasis shot from the gun, which should hit the mini right in the chest-plates. If Cliffjumper hadn't tossed himself to the side, that was. On the other hand, he'd forgotten one of his legs were temporarily motion-control deprived and fell down hard, catching himself with his hands, the leg not practically immobile being tossed up in the air...
"Fragger! Mis-matched scrap-heap!" Cliffjumper fairly howled as the flailing leg was hit with the stunning shot, jerked once, and slammed like a lead weight into the roof.
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Date: 2011-11-14 12:23 am (UTC)Unfortunately for the mech throwing himself at him, while he was a good shot, hand-to-hand was his specialty.
Lashing out with the butt of his rifle, he smacked the arm with the suspicious weapon away - he had no intentions of learning about it the hard way. Throwing his weight behind the punch, he cracked the mech in the face, sending him down into a heap, and immediately re-targeting the rifle on the next mech.
CJ: Who had just pulled out another gun, clearly of the same sort as the stasis gun the femme had been holding, and while Cliffjumper had just managed to pry the hand away from the gun, the mech had noticed Optimus was making short work of his attacker.
Tossing himself in an attempt to avoid the shot that was sure to come from the rifle, he squeezed off a stasis shot from the gun, which should hit the mini right in the chest-plates. If Cliffjumper hadn't tossed himself to the side, that was. On the other hand, he'd forgotten one of his legs were temporarily motion-control deprived and fell down hard, catching himself with his hands, the leg not practically immobile being tossed up in the air...
"Fragger! Mis-matched scrap-heap!" Cliffjumper fairly howled as the flailing leg was hit with the stunning shot, jerked once, and slammed like a lead weight into the roof.