"You... Ah." The overly-curious mech's vocaliser shorted out in static as he nodded, optics widening in a guilty flash. "Of course. That, err. Makes sense."
On the arena floor, sword and lance arced slowly through the air and met in a crackling flare between the two combatants, where they locked together.
"I didn't expect a cargo hauler to, err, work in a library." The mech seemed to speak almost against his own processor, slowly and each word dragged out, practically digging a new home with trying to avoid his initial assumption.
Megaton and his opponent leaned closer to each other, the sword angling and forcing it's wielder to lean backwards... And then Megatron's foot curled around the black tank-mech's lower leg, and he fell just as the time for the match was over, Megatron's sword burying itself in the ground beside the mech's helm.
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Date: 2013-08-15 03:03 am (UTC)On the arena floor, sword and lance arced slowly through the air and met in a crackling flare between the two combatants, where they locked together.
"I didn't expect a cargo hauler to, err, work in a library." The mech seemed to speak almost against his own processor, slowly and each word dragged out, practically digging a new home with trying to avoid his initial assumption.
Megaton and his opponent leaned closer to each other, the sword angling and forcing it's wielder to lean backwards... And then Megatron's foot curled around the black tank-mech's lower leg, and he fell just as the time for the match was over, Megatron's sword burying itself in the ground beside the mech's helm.