O: Another stagger when they hit, worse than the last, but again he regains his balance, even if he has to press a palm to the wall to do it. He's tenacious, to say the least.
"...I think so. I doubt anyone else had the time to organize against you. They must have been in the area, or watching for their chance. ...Here, get down, for a moment. I need to open my subspace." He reaches around, offering a hand.
CJ: That's a relief, no matter how much he'd like to go (but maybe not right now, considering the condition of his bodyguard) and show the slaggers what's what now that he has (for however long he gets to keep it) a proper blaster. Cliffjumper vented softly, but takes the hand; he doesn't really want to slide all uselessly to the ground and sit there until the stasis shot wore off, but it ought to be only a klik or so left.
His pride could handle that.
"Sure." With that, he let Optimus help him slide off the broad back and down onto the ground again, and he managed to stand for a few seconds, the leg that was first hit almost back to normal and able to compensate... but not enough, and not completely, and Cliffjumper collapsed on the ground again, looking frustrated, but not angry.
Just a klik. Not even that, now.
"What'd ya need from subspace anyway? ... New patch for your leg?" Cliffjumper frowned at the injured thigh, and then upwards again, to the arm and shoulder that's clearly spitting sparks.
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Date: 2011-11-14 12:29 am (UTC)"...I think so. I doubt anyone else had the time to organize against you. They must have been in the area, or watching for their chance. ...Here, get down, for a moment. I need to open my subspace." He reaches around, offering a hand.
CJ: That's a relief, no matter how much he'd like to go (but maybe not right now, considering the condition of his bodyguard) and show the slaggers what's what now that he has (for however long he gets to keep it) a proper blaster. Cliffjumper vented softly, but takes the hand; he doesn't really want to slide all uselessly to the ground and sit there until the stasis shot wore off, but it ought to be only a klik or so left.
His pride could handle that.
"Sure." With that, he let Optimus help him slide off the broad back and down onto the ground again, and he managed to stand for a few seconds, the leg that was first hit almost back to normal and able to compensate... but not enough, and not completely, and Cliffjumper collapsed on the ground again, looking frustrated, but not angry.
Just a klik. Not even that, now.
"What'd ya need from subspace anyway? ... New patch for your leg?" Cliffjumper frowned at the injured thigh, and then upwards again, to the arm and shoulder that's clearly spitting sparks.