Before the femme even finished talking, he pulled back his leg and lashed out, driving his foot into the guard's knee joint from the side hard enough to crumple the hinge with a horrible snap. Then he was swinging his lower torso, pinning the broken leg between his heels, and tugging the screaming mech's remaining leg out from under him.
"You really should listen to her."
The quip probably went unheard under all the howling and crashing of metal, but it make him feel better to say it. He didn't like getting kidnapped, threatened, and fondled any more than Cliffjumper did - he just suppressed it better.
Of course, the guard wasn't completely useless: even as he was pulled to the floor, his gun was swinging around toward Optimus. But he had planned for that in advance, and was on him before more than one wild shot could be fired, throwing himself across the mech's back. He twisted his arm back to the point where the mech's own armor could be used as leverage against him, the rotor joint dislocating with another pop, and prying the weapon from suddenly limp fingers.
Knee still on the shrieking guard's back, he pointed at the hacker.
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Date: 2011-12-03 01:51 am (UTC)Before the femme even finished talking, he pulled back his leg and lashed out, driving his foot into the guard's knee joint from the side hard enough to crumple the hinge with a horrible snap. Then he was swinging his lower torso, pinning the broken leg between his heels, and tugging the screaming mech's remaining leg out from under him.
"You really should listen to her."
The quip probably went unheard under all the howling and crashing of metal, but it make him feel better to say it. He didn't like getting kidnapped, threatened, and fondled any more than Cliffjumper did - he just suppressed it better.
Of course, the guard wasn't completely useless: even as he was pulled to the floor, his gun was swinging around toward Optimus. But he had planned for that in advance, and was on him before more than one wild shot could be fired, throwing himself across the mech's back. He twisted his arm back to the point where the mech's own armor could be used as leverage against him, the rotor joint dislocating with another pop, and prying the weapon from suddenly limp fingers.
Knee still on the shrieking guard's back, he pointed at the hacker.
All in about ten nanokliks.