- Weapon: Automatic Acid-Pellet Gun
The small cylinder of power floated awkwardly end over end before bouncing towards the Ranger's position. He fired twice with his corrosive shells towards two sweeps that had managed to take up position in front of Turmoil. He never knew whether or not his shots hit their mark as Pyro's optics exploded in a furious light, burning as the first initial flicker of light began to pour through his filters before they polarized to protect their sensitive inner workings. He brought up his arm to protect his field of vision, sprites included, and flung himself deep into one of the smaller brick work buildings. He fell to one knee as his systems began to reroute past the damage in his optical sensors. Briefly he glanced around the chamber he had found himself, a small iron work shop. Complete with still hot forges and bent gear shafts and other metal objects he had no chance of identifying. Attempting to regather himself, Pyro pulled himself to height, tearing through two more levels of the building.
Rubbing his optics in hopes of expediting the reroute, Pyro drew two grenades of his own and palmed them, his gun trained on the opening his entrance had caused. Shadows and smoke billowed through the building as an external source began to flood the block. The exterior became nothing but a gray fog, hiding everything and leaving Pyro practically blind.
Pyro relieved his visual sensors for inferred scanners, he peered into the roiling nexus of shadow. Two figures approached his opening, their wrists raised. Assuming they were weapons ready, Pyro thumbed the triggers on his magnetized grenades and rolled them towards their target. Bursts of laser fire tore through his position, whittling down the forge he had barely managed to dive behind. The grenades rolled towards the feet of their targets and immediately leaped from the ground and attached themselves to their hip joints and groin region respectively. Each one armed and immediately detonated sending a spray of chemicals coating each form. No real visible effect.
They exchanged looks, or at least Pyro assumed they had from the green scale models his sensors were providing him as the smoke choked out the light. They raised their weapons again and fired at his position, this time their aim was true. They each managed to pound his torso twice before the heat of their lasers ignited the chemicals that had coated them. Both burst into sticks of flame and began their slow horrific descent into puddle hood.
The resulting detonation of the two Sweeps afforded the ranger a chance to fire his weapon into the ceiling, creating two vent holes for the smoke to escape. He then shouldered his cannon and drove his shoulder through the back wall into an open alley. Scratching at the two new scars that decorated his chest, Pyro switched his cannon briefly to that of an air jet, He fired into the smoke filled building pushing as much of the gray black soot out into the streets in which he came. He returned his weapon back to shell mode before taking a brief moment to survey the damage this battle had caused.
Pyro drew a breath and allowed the fresh atmosphere to cool his internal intakes. He pressed his form against the brickwork that was across the street of the ruined bakery and half a block from the rather intimidating Turmoil. His optics narrowed briefly on the three streams of smoke that trailed off into the distance, a result of the Sweeps he had managed to send to their foundries. At least there were three less pains in the exhaust port left to terrorize the life forms.
He swore as his sensors extended to the surrounding commercial blocks that were left before hitting the warehouse district. They were overrun, by sheer numbers and undoubtedly by sheer firepower. Add to that, Pyro knew full well what his actions and those of the other Cybertronians had brought to this world. While his strategies and tactics had been designed to minimize biological impact, he knew the Cons held no such restraints.
The Autobot Ranger flipped the toggle on his cannon and switched it back to spray mode, loading in the same quick hardening flame ****** he had used to soak Turmoil earlier. He spared only a brief glance over to the robotic form of the Decepticon fleet officer. Moments later he was forced to retract his gaze as a new spread of weapons fire came from across the block, 90 degrees from his position.
Pyro pressed himself deeper into his cover, narrowly avoiding the initial broad glance of his torso. He could feel the heat of the weapon ammunition as it gouged micrometer deep grooves in his armor plates before detonating down the alleyway. This was getting him no where and fast. His optics zoomed in on the robot forms of Bomb Burst and Horri-Bull. Two Decepticon shock troopers who's brawn outmatched their brains by significant margins.
What was worse, they stood between him and the target supply depot. With Turmoil undoubtedly ready to march on his position, Pyro decided his best chances for success would be to take them straight on.
The ranger spun out and fired a spray of foam straight towards Turmoil, taking two bursts of intense fire straight into his left shoulder. He stuttered briefly before readjusting his angle and entering into a run. His finger pulled liberally at the trigger sending a torrent of quick hardening fire suppressant foam in the direction of the two blocking cons. With each step he increased speed before he neared their position by half a block. He then transformed into robot mode, taking another burst of fire across his primary hull causing plumes of smoke to roil through scorched paint and minor damage.
In truck form he accelerated towards the two cons, his hose sending a compressed stutter of foam intermixed with chemical concrete. As he narrows the gap, the Autobot Ranger loads a limpet charge into the chemical cannon. The spray immediately shuts off as the gun increases elevation.
Whether Pyro hit Bomb Burst or Horri-Bull or by some twist of fate they jumped clear of his suicide charge, he never really recalled. All he cared about was the elimination of the target. The brick faced canyon echoed through the thunderous explosion as Pyro fired the limpet charge in a direct and thoroughly accurate trajectory straight for the Decepticon Supply Depot.
He hit his breaks and skid to a halt, the force of his momentium however caused him to flip end over end before coming to a screeching stop resting on his left knee. Pits were traced across his chest where the ammunition bursts impacted during his charge, his forward glass lay spider webbed and brittle. Pyro reached for his weapon and leveled it at the Decepticons, oblivious to the approach of the towering Turmoil.
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