"Leave? Like fraggin' slag you... you creepy rust-bucket!" Even if Cliffjumper had disliked or even hated Mirage, he'd hardly wish some sort of... creepy, ritualistic-looking... whatever it was while Mirage was apparently drugged.
The earlier mometary locking of his joints from surprise lifted and Cliffjumper darted forward - there'd be no chance for Tracks to do much as the minibot crossed the floor surprisingly fast and grabbed the taller mech by some convenient bit of armour.
"I ain't the one who apparently enjoys drugging people and inflicting pain!" There was a brief flickering thought of what if he had it all wrong? But if he didn't and just left, leaving Mirage to whatever Tracks was doing?
No.
So Cliffjumper used his brief advantage of a ready trigger finger (so to speak) and Tracks' awkward angle where he was on the berth and hauled around and leaning over do to how Cliffjumper had grabbed him, and punched him.
Immediately letting go, not caring where Tracks fell, Cliffjumper ran around the berth so he could grab one of Mirage's arms and pull him off and storm out - at least, he would be putting a very good effort into doing just that, since it wasn't as if he could lift Mirage up and dash away.
"Come on, come on."
Unfortunately.
And how the frag could something like this happen?
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Date: 2013-11-21 12:54 am (UTC)The earlier mometary locking of his joints from surprise lifted and Cliffjumper darted forward - there'd be no chance for Tracks to do much as the minibot crossed the floor surprisingly fast and grabbed the taller mech by some convenient bit of armour.
"I ain't the one who apparently enjoys drugging people and inflicting pain!" There was a brief flickering thought of what if he had it all wrong? But if he didn't and just left, leaving Mirage to whatever Tracks was doing?
No.
So Cliffjumper used his brief advantage of a ready trigger finger (so to speak) and Tracks' awkward angle where he was on the berth and hauled around and leaning over do to how Cliffjumper had grabbed him, and punched him.
Immediately letting go, not caring where Tracks fell, Cliffjumper ran around the berth so he could grab one of Mirage's arms and pull him off and storm out - at least, he would be putting a very good effort into doing just that, since it wasn't as if he could lift Mirage up and dash away.
"Come on, come on."
Unfortunately.
And how the frag could something like this happen?