[LV-117 - Base of Mountain]When Sinnertwin came back to consciousness, he couldn’t tell his elbow from his aft.
Ergh, that was rough. His body felt like it had gone through a round of Twister, except that all the circles were laid with flaming turbofox traps and an gamma ray shot him every time he put a hand down. There was a faint humming noise somewhere, but he couldn’t tell what it was.
“Ch… bor… hah,” he said rather nonsensically, as he lifted himself up off the floor. He raised his head to see what that odd noise was, focusing his optics properly. Shuttles were descending. He turned his head to see Hun-Gurr and Rippersnapper already making their way over. Blot was bumbling around, mumbling something which he couldn’t hear. As he began following him, he tried to make sense of what just happened. He had trouble remembering, other than the fact that he was thrown together with the rest of them… and ugh, Blot’s stench was on him. Maybe it was the organic covering. Who knew. They both stank equally, could be either one.
Just as he was about to reach the shuttle his fellow Terrorcons had approached, he turned his head and remembered about the pesky bird - Cutthroat. Hun-Grrr may have stopped their fight last time, but that slagger wasn’t getting off the hook so easy for his arrogance earlier.
Cutthroat wrote:“What now, Leader? What of our hunt, of our feast?”
There he is. Of course he’d be one to eat now. “Yeesh, you’re gonna go for that pile of mess?”
Sinnertwin also folded himself down into his hellhound mode, following the rest of the Terrorcons as they began to open up about whatever the slag had just happened. The sentry nodded and listened, partially because interrupting Hun-Gurr would be stupid, and partially because he still hadn’t figured out
what he wanted to say. Yet.
Hun-Gurr wrote:”Yourrr turrn...”
The dual-headed dragon’s side of the tale seemed to bring back… something. “I… don’t think I remember a whole lot. Something, just, really heavy and… I don’t think I could see anything. Did hear a few gnarly shrieks though, that wasn’t fun…”
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[LV-117 - Mountainside]Nightbird wrote:"Because you jumped. And we never fail our mission. Never. Dead or alive we are delivering you to Lord Scorponok. Though I would prefer delivering you dead at this point of time since you've shot at me far too many times."
“To deliver me, dead or alive, wøulđ bɇ αη ᵾηωisɇ ȼħøɨȼɇ,” he said, his voice getting scratchier, more distorted and just generally more terrifying as he spoke. The sai to his face might have hit his vocaliser, but that didn’t faze him. No, because Punch was no longer around to be in pain and be in fear by such a thing.
As skilled as Nightbird was, there was one thing she could never match Punch in. Being
a canon in charge of the situation. Sure, Nightbird may have plenty of gimmicks and tricks up her sleeve, but all your cards are useless if your opponent knows exactly which ones you’re holding.
Punch’s time with Banzaitron and the DSS had given him plenty of reasonably good access to files. This included Nightbird’s. A quick search of his memory banks found her data files relatively quick. Now he knew for sure what exactly to target.
gOoD.Nightbird wrote:"It could have gone smoothly, but..."
She locked optics with him. What a view it was.
tOo BaD hEr PrEtTy FaCe IsN't GoInG tO rEmAiN sO pRiStInE aNyMoRe.No, you’ve gotta hold back. You’re an Autobot, get your act together!A brief pause. Then,
ñø.Just as quickly as Nightbird had inserted the blade into his face, she removed it and scampered off, throwing Punch slightly off balance as he turned around.
Now he knew what he was dealing with. No more tricks. No more surprises. She charged for him. He fired three mortar shells up into the air.
Nightbird wrote:"...but you just had to go and try to kill me."
“ɃɇȼȺᵾsɇ ɏøᵾ đøn'ŧ ꝁnøw ħøw mᵾȼħ ɏøᵾ'vɇ ɨnŧɇɍɇfɇɍɇđ,” he said, his voice even more distorted and deteriorated than before. As she brought her blade downward, Punch(?) brought forward his shoulder pauldron, spinning his wheels as fast as possible, alloy grinding hard against the blade as a sort of counterattack. With his free hand, he grabbed her arm, and squeezed tight, intending to damage it. He turned and kicked her in the abdomen at full force, to knock her backward.
And after that, Punch(?) didn’t move from his spot. He could very well tear her apart at this point, but he didn’t.
A faint red glow appeared in his eyes as several flaming explosives, ready to blow into bits, descended from the sky, to Nightbird’s position.
A fIrEsToRm FoR yOu, NiGhTbIrD. ⇒
[LV-117 - Air]Bugly had pulled out of the cloud cover. Honestly, there was no way that anyone would be fit to fly through such a storm, not unless you were an extremely skilled flyer like Cyclonus. What Skyfall was trying was suicide.
There was nothing other than the pelting of rain, which had slowed down a bit. The clouds still rumbled with thunder. A handful of flashes of lightning, but nothing one hadn’t seen before.
And within a few seconds, a red and white blur crashed straight into Bugly at nigh terminal velocity, taking both flyers straight downward.