Frontier Refinery – El Dorado, Kansas
He should have expected it. The gambit for a quicker second strike ended up with Hot Spot
blocking the swing by lodging his left forearm against Motormaster's blade just above its hilt. It still cut deep into the Protectobot's arm but with hardly the cutting force a full decapitating swing would have generated. And through an opening Hot Spot's action had given to him, the Protectobot commander slammed his fist hard against Motormaster's face - forcing the large Stunticon to take couple of steps backwards.
"Hnn. I almost felt that." Motormaster sneered and brought his free hand against the left side of his face to evaluate the damage done. His face plating had bent and buckled under the massive force of Hot Spot's hit. The punch had also rocked his vision for several fractions of an astrosecond. But if something, this particular Stunticon had been built to last. Hot Spot was a heavy slugger and even Motormaster knew there was only so many hits to head he could take from the Protectobot. But no way in the abyss he was going to give Hot Spot the satisfaction of knowing he had hurt him.
Before Motormaster had a real chance to retaliate however, several explosions rocked the refinery, turning the small fuel fires left by their battle into a raging inferno that was spreading dangerously towards number of unscathed fuel tanks. And like his nemesis, Motormaster's communications relay began receiving far too many messages for his tastes. Starscream again. Onslaught retreat and into the Ultrax
? And finally a transmission so powerful it practically made receiving other messages impossible. Shockwave had made his move and it had been directed against Starscream more so than anyone else.
However, Motormaster had never been one to take orders to the letter. And Hot Spot here had the audacity to claim that Motormaster was following someone rather than going on his own - as true as it might have been.
"Yeah? You think you know me?! You don't know worth a slag!" Motormaster growled as Hot Spot withdrew from him and transformed. Putting away his sword and pulling out his trusty atom-smasher rifle Motormaster leveled the weapon towards a sphere shaped propane tank in the distance and fired a single blast - causing another massive explosion that rocked the refinery.
"Have fun putting out all these flames Hot Spot! If you're lucky you might even save the city from burning!" Motormaster gloated before activating his own bounce retrieval subsystem which began gathering coordinates of his minions for an orbital bounce back to the Ultrax
. >>"Decepticons! We are pulling out!
Onslaught's sudden decision to pull the Combaticons away from the battlefield came as a complete surprise for Brawl who only a moment earlier had lost the datastream from Vortex which had kept him updated on the movements of the Autobots on the battlefield.
>>"You've gotta be slagging kidding me!"<< The belligerent Combaticon raged into his communicator just before the inevitable took place and Brawl disappeared from the battlefield into a massive pillar of light that was the bounce beam.