"What the frag---- gah!" Skywarp staggered from the glancing shot, then got a dose of glass gas all over his torso - though he avoided the majority of the blast, smirking as he flickered out of view.
Cliffjumper automatically barrelled sideways, pushing Mirage further away from his original position - not that he knew if Skywarp was aiming for Mirage or not, but he'd definitely not been looking at him even if he'd shot at him last.
And he was the spy that, apparently, had disrupted the 'Cons operation here, at least as far as Cliffjumper understood it. Better try to---
"Ohhh, hey, glitchmice," Skywarp sniggered as he faded in again, and sure, his hand didn't land where he'd assumed it would (that was, the blue and white racer's shoulder), but the runt's helm was just as good, really.
"Fraggin' pit! Scum-suckin' Decepticreep, leggo!" Kicking backwards, Cliffjumper didn't reach metal, trying instead to bang his gun against the flying tincan's hand around his helm - and had to bite down on a whine when it was roughly bent out of his hand and tossed away.
At least he hoped it'd just been tossed away and not destroyed, because that sort of gun was harder to replace than a normal blaster, frag it all!
"Rude, mousey," Skywarp laughed again, apparently very amused by how own wit, and Cliffjumper hissed and got fragging rattled as a result.
The glitch's palm was also digging against his horns, frag it all.
"And you... why don'tcha just put that rifle down, huh?" Skywarp's glittering gold gaze, full of malicious amusement, turned to Mirage.
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Date: 2014-05-19 11:37 pm (UTC)Cliffjumper automatically barrelled sideways, pushing Mirage further away from his original position - not that he knew if Skywarp was aiming for Mirage or not, but he'd definitely not been looking at him even if he'd shot at him last.
And he was the spy that, apparently, had disrupted the 'Cons operation here, at least as far as Cliffjumper understood it. Better try to---
"Ohhh, hey, glitchmice," Skywarp sniggered as he faded in again, and sure, his hand didn't land where he'd assumed it would (that was, the blue and white racer's shoulder), but the runt's helm was just as good, really.
"Fraggin' pit! Scum-suckin' Decepticreep, leggo!" Kicking backwards, Cliffjumper didn't reach metal, trying instead to bang his gun against the flying tincan's hand around his helm - and had to bite down on a whine when it was roughly bent out of his hand and tossed away.
At least he hoped it'd just been tossed away and not destroyed, because that sort of gun was harder to replace than a normal blaster, frag it all!
"Rude, mousey," Skywarp laughed again, apparently very amused by how own wit, and Cliffjumper hissed and got fragging rattled as a result.
The glitch's palm was also digging against his horns, frag it all.
"And you... why don'tcha just put that rifle down, huh?" Skywarp's glittering gold gaze, full of malicious amusement, turned to Mirage.