The noise Cliffjumper made as Tracks' elbow hit right at the edge of the windshield covering his lower torso and the metal covering the upper was mostly hidden underneath the sound of cracking armourglass.
And maybe kicking one of Tracks' knees out from under him had been a bad idea - the mech weighed. But Cliffjumper ignored that in favour of simply trying to hit back.
"At least I ain't---"
Mirage's roar - and the opressive flare of his field, the rage easily projected by his stance even if Cliffjumper couldn't see much else than Tracks' frame - stopped the angry, flailing hits with a jerk.
It was that, more than Tracks' outrage, that pointed Cliffjumper's processor in the direction that maybe he'd just stepped in it again. Engine grumbling, Cliffjumper refused to feel bad about it.
It could have been a bad situation, and might yet still be.
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Date: 2013-11-22 11:59 am (UTC)And maybe kicking one of Tracks' knees out from under him had been a bad idea - the mech weighed. But Cliffjumper ignored that in favour of simply trying to hit back.
"At least I ain't---"
Mirage's roar - and the opressive flare of his field, the rage easily projected by his stance even if Cliffjumper couldn't see much else than Tracks' frame - stopped the angry, flailing hits with a jerk.
It was that, more than Tracks' outrage, that pointed Cliffjumper's processor in the direction that maybe he'd just stepped in it again. Engine grumbling, Cliffjumper refused to feel bad about it.
It could have been a bad situation, and might yet still be.