"Fraggin' scrap," Cliffjumper muttered and maybe that hadn't been well-thought out, but it'd been the only course of action available. At least from his point of view.
But it wasn't as if he was helpless. Sneering at the glitch twins (was it something with twins, or what?), Cliffjumper still avoided looking up at Soundwave and raised his gun. Soundwave's visor brightened and he tilted his helm, and even if he couldn't tell scrap from the mech's covered face, Cliffjumper had the distinct feeling the creep was smiling.
"Frenzy, Rumble. Operat---"
"Operation suck fraggin' slag, Decepticreeps!" As if he'd stand there and listen to Soundwave telling the slaggers to, well. Slag him. The glass gas spread out in a fog-like cloud and Cliffjumper turned around immediately.
All he needed to do was wait a few moments---
"Hey, Autodork!" Frenzy's cry carried strains of his soundwaves, throwing Cliffjumper forward a few staggering steps and making his processor ache with ghostly wrongness.
At least the wall stopped him.
Shaking his helm, he turned around and fired into the dispersing glass gas before slowly backing off as he did so. The gas shouldn't have spread far enough to cover Mirage, he was pretty sure.
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Date: 2014-05-13 10:32 am (UTC)But it wasn't as if he was helpless. Sneering at the glitch twins (was it something with twins, or what?), Cliffjumper still avoided looking up at Soundwave and raised his gun. Soundwave's visor brightened and he tilted his helm, and even if he couldn't tell scrap from the mech's covered face, Cliffjumper had the distinct feeling the creep was smiling.
"Frenzy, Rumble. Operat---"
"Operation suck fraggin' slag, Decepticreeps!" As if he'd stand there and listen to Soundwave telling the slaggers to, well. Slag him. The glass gas spread out in a fog-like cloud and Cliffjumper turned around immediately.
All he needed to do was wait a few moments---
"Hey, Autodork!" Frenzy's cry carried strains of his soundwaves, throwing Cliffjumper forward a few staggering steps and making his processor ache with ghostly wrongness.
At least the wall stopped him.
Shaking his helm, he turned around and fired into the dispersing glass gas before slowly backing off as he did so. The gas shouldn't have spread far enough to cover Mirage, he was pretty sure.
"Bite me, ya two-bit scrapheap!"