O: Snarling, Optimus opened fire on them both, rushing forward as fast as he could manage on his damaged leg. The situation was deteriorating too fast, Cliffjumper wouldn't be able to walk on his own now - he had to take care of these two now before more showed up.
Ignoring the return shots peppering his frame, he blasted the gun out of the second mech's hands, decking him down as he raced past.
One more.
CJ: The last one, though hit once or twice in the plating along his lower leg and the wheels housed there, as well as a lacing shot to a shoulder, was doing an acceptable job of avoiding the majority of the heavy-duty blasts from Optimus' rifle. Clearly of a thought that if he could just get into the same position the femme had been - though, keeping Cliffjumper higher up to protect himself from having holes blasted through his midsection - his safety would be secured.
"I'm slaggin' tired of every single fragger thinkin' I'm harmless," Cliffjumper snarled, mostly to himself, levelling the stasis gun even as last attacker barreled past, but due to Optimus being too close, didn't manage more than sending Cliffjumper sprawling, tugging the minibot with him a mechanometer or two before Cliffjumper got a shot off from the stasis gun, rendering one of the would-be attacker's arms useless.
"If'n ya were harmless, we'd not be here, sweetspark." The mech laughed, dodging the larger bodyguard by keeping crouched and on the other side of Cliffjumper from Optimus.
"So why don't ya jus---what!?" It would have been a bellow, if his vocals hadn't glitched and spat stastic; Cliffjumper had only ever heard that word applied to one sort of mechs and femmes... The sort that wasn't as versatile as full Escorts, but in the same caste, if a rung lower.
If he could have, the shocked and pissed off minibot would surely have flung himself bodily at the other mech, in an attempt to reduce that smirk into twisted metal, and tear off as much armourplating as he could.
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Date: 2011-11-14 12:23 am (UTC)Ignoring the return shots peppering his frame, he blasted the gun out of the second mech's hands, decking him down as he raced past.
One more.
CJ: The last one, though hit once or twice in the plating along his lower leg and the wheels housed there, as well as a lacing shot to a shoulder, was doing an acceptable job of avoiding the majority of the heavy-duty blasts from Optimus' rifle. Clearly of a thought that if he could just get into the same position the femme had been - though, keeping Cliffjumper higher up to protect himself from having holes blasted through his midsection - his safety would be secured.
"I'm slaggin' tired of every single fragger thinkin' I'm harmless," Cliffjumper snarled, mostly to himself, levelling the stasis gun even as last attacker barreled past, but due to Optimus being too close, didn't manage more than sending Cliffjumper sprawling, tugging the minibot with him a mechanometer or two before Cliffjumper got a shot off from the stasis gun, rendering one of the would-be attacker's arms useless.
"If'n ya were harmless, we'd not be here, sweetspark." The mech laughed, dodging the larger bodyguard by keeping crouched and on the other side of Cliffjumper from Optimus.
"So why don't ya jus---what!?" It would have been a bellow, if his vocals hadn't glitched and spat stastic; Cliffjumper had only ever heard that word applied to one sort of mechs and femmes... The sort that wasn't as versatile as full Escorts, but in the same caste, if a rung lower.
If he could have, the shocked and pissed off minibot would surely have flung himself bodily at the other mech, in an attempt to reduce that smirk into twisted metal, and tear off as much armourplating as he could.