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Abandoned Drive-In Theater

Hex had little time to celebrate his hit on Drag Strip when the former racer managed to aim his weapon at the tree and begin firing. The young mech managed to avoid the shoots at him, but the limb he was perched on was taking serious hits. Before long the wood began to splinter and creak.

“Oh sh…!” was all he got out before the limb gave way and he fell towards the forest floor. He quickly adjusted his path by pushing off the trunk of the tree with his feet so that he was now headed right for Drag Strip.

Once Hex finally landed it was on top of the yellow racer knocking both down to the moss and leaf covered ground. The young mech grit his teeth as he righted himself and quickly took hold of the end of the arrow sticking out of Drag Strip’s shoulder.

“The good thing about this arrow; once it enters it’s a bitch to get all the pieces out! Get the point?!”

He emphasized his words by shoving hard on the arrow plunging it further into Drag Strip’s shoulder. He had created the arrow to expel hundreds of tiny shards into the wound causing damage to hydraulic and fuel lines, along with jamming up gears. The Stunticon’s shoulder would be damaged, but not enough to be lame, and whoever did the repair would have one hell of a time getting all of the shards out.

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Dead End reels back, clutching his face, howling in pain and rage. "You talk...then you fight...why? WHY? WHY DO YOU CONFUSE ME? WHY DO YOU SEEK TO DEGRADE ME AND MAUL ME?" His says,hate allowing him to recover, though his voice was now muffled sounding due to the damage to his face plate. "You want me to suffer pain? Live longer to allow you to inflict more agony on me?" Dead End optics burn as he glares at Lore-Lock hatefully. "Why are you doing this to me?"

He raises his gun and fires. "I can't die like this." His aim was off due to disorientation brought on him by the last strike. "You...Autobot scum. Is this your kind's mercy? I won't...I WON'T LET YOU GET AWAY WITH THIS!!!" That last sentence didn't do much to hide a tone of fear in Dead End's voice. He was struggling between his fear and anger as he desperately tried to stave off Lore-Lock. "Not like this...I won't...I can't die like this. I CAN'T!!! I CAN'T!!!"

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Lore-lock grunted as Dead End's blaster bolts took him in both knees. The scout looked around for some type of cover. If this was going to descend into a shooting match, the last place he wanted to be was in the open. However, most of this complex was in an even further state of decay than when they had entered. He knew he could deflect some shots with his blade, but the axe was not as agile as a sword, and therefore not the best choice. While his circuits burned trying to find a logical solution, the enraged decpticon managed to land a few more shots.

Having decided that distance may be better than another point-blank shot, Lore-lock feinted to the left and then darted to the right, transforming and giving all the speed he could muster. His target, the wooded area at the rear of the theater. As he moved, he decided to risk a communication to Hot Spot
>> "Are we supposed to capture these lunatics, or relieve the cosmos from their destructive games?"<<

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Hot Spot gave a brief, wicked grin as he heard Motormaster’s knee crumple under his kick. It probably wasn’t very Autobot-like of him, but it felt good to inflict that pain on the Stunticon thug. He certainly deserved it after all of the terror and destruction he had heaped on untold numbers of other beings, both mechanoid and organic. If the Protectobot could bring a bit of peace to all of the sparks this Decepticon had snuffed out then he should be able to enjoy it a bit.

Unfortunately that little bit of amusement was short lived. Hot Spot was a good fighter, but he was still an amateur when it came to fighting dirty. Motormaster was an expert at it. The Autobot stumbled a bit as Motormaster pulled him down, coming to a sudden halt as he smashed into his thick cranium. There was a sickening crunch and cracking noise as part of his face crumpled and dented from the impact.

The Protectobot was able to break free from his grip. He stumbled backwards, his hands flying up to his face. They came way with various floods on them as it leaked out from his wounds. He wasn’t particularly vain by any means, but it was a nasty hit that had hurt like the pit. With a growl he lashed out at the Stunticon with a kick to the head. He then scrambled for one of his cannons, scooping it up and pointing it right at Motormaster. “Give it up Con! I’ve got you dead to rights, and believe me I wouldn’t mind making it just the dead part. Order your team to surrender!”

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Hound drives out of the holographic cloud, eager to get some distance from Breakdown. He scans around, trying to see what his fellow Autobots are doing. All in all, the battle seems to be going well for them, but the violence of the fight was incredible, both Autobot and Decepticon mauling each other in viscious combat.

These guys...They're bringing out the worst in us, making us stoop to their level. Damn them all...

Seeing Lorelock in trouble, Hound turns and heads toward him, reloading his missile launcher and firing at Dead End. "Don't sit around chatting kid!! You're a Cybertronian, you gotta stay flexible and adapt to your situation!!!"

Wooded Area behind Abandoned Drive-In Theater

Drag Strip cracked a brief smile as he saw his shots tear through the branch Hex was standing on, causing him to fall. That smile quickly faded away as the young Autobot pushed off from the trunk of the tree which sent him heading straight for the wounded Stunticon. Before Drag knew it, Hex had landed directly on him, knocking them both down to the forest floor. In the process, the yellow racer lost his grip on his blaster, leaving him without a weapon.

Then the Autobot did something malicious, even Decepticon-like. Hex grabbed a hold of the arrow and plunged it deeper into Drag Strip's left shoulder, sending a wave of sharp pain through the Stunticon's joint and down his arm. "Aaaarrrggghhhh!!" Drag yelled as the pain became excruciating. He could feel tiny shards expanding inside his gears, jamming them up and cutting through nearby fuel lines, which caused energon to bubble up and slowly pour from the wound.

Instinctively, Drag Strip used his right arm and quickly grabbed a hold of Hex's own arm to prevent him from pushing the arrow in any further. Even though the Autobot was smaller than himself, Drag found out quickly that his opponent had about equal strength. The Stunticon's throbbing wound didn't help matters as he continued to struggle with Hex. Finally, Drag threw a head butt directly at the young 'bot which allowed him to pull Hex's hand off the arrow. Then Drag brought up one of his legs and aimed a well-placed kick at the silver mech's already injured side, which was leaking fluids of it's own.

As Hex was knocked backwards, Drag Strip pulled himself up to a standing position where he was able to examine the damage to his shoulder. The arrow was embedded deep, but he needed to get it out fast before it caused any more internal damage. Thus, Drag took hold of the end and swiftly yanked it out in one agonizing pull. "Aaaarrgh! Slaggin' son-of-a-glitch!! That fraggin' hurt!!" The yellow racer shouted, directing his anguish at the Autobot assailant. "I'm gonna make you pay for this you little slagger! Mark my words, you'll wish you were never forged!"

Drag Strip threw the energon-covered arrow at Hex and then quickly located his plasma energy blaster. Using his good arm, Drag fired off several shots at the young mech before retreating deeper into the woods as a way to cover himself and protect his wounded shoulder from being hit again.

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Wildrider giggled. His head was spinning, he couldn't transform, he was laying on his back in the middle of a field and firing blindly, and the Autobot hadn't gone for the kill. Instead of wading in and delivering the death-blow, Smokescreen had went for his namesake maneuver. Wildrider's giggles became the full-blown maniacal laughter he was known for.

"Are you scared Autobot?" he called from within the clinging field of magnetic smoke. Wildrider clambered to his knees, and then to his feet, listening all the while for the telltale roar of Smokescreen's engine. Unfortunately the Autobot had been smart enough to either transform, or at least to kill his engine.

Damn me to the pit, Wildrider thought. No way of knowing where he's at, so I guess I'll just have to go for it.

Wildrider charged from the smoke, running and an angle and firing all the while. He had no real idea where Smokescreen was, he could be firing in the wrong direction entirely, but he wasn't one to sit and wait. If he was facing the right direction, his scatterblaster covered a huge area with each blast, so he had a good chance of hitting, even firing blind, but he simply had no way of knowing who or what he was firing at.

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"Suck my pipes!" Motormaster replied with a snarl, lashing out and grabbing hold of the end of Hot Spot's gun and forcing its' barrel away. "It'll be a cold day in the smelter before I surrender to the likes of you."

Despite his bravado, Motormaster knew he was in trouble, and from what he could see of the rest of the battlefield, his team wasn't faring much better. It was time to get out while that was still possible.

"It's time for us to bounce," he said, sending a transmission to the Ultrax and summoning a bounce beam to take them directly to Decepticon HQ.

OOC: No one should actually bounce until after Devastron's next post.

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Motormaster’s action was too quick for Hot Spot to get off a shot on him. Instead he fired off a shot into the ground right next to him, sending out a gout of flame and scorched flying back at him. He lifted his arm to shield his optics, but wasn’t terribly concerned about the blast. He was armored enough to shrug it off. The Protectobot was far more concerned with what he had heard Motormaster saying. The Autobot was quick to react.

>>”Guardian, we have a bounce in progress! Try and jam it or intercept it or something!”<<

The rest of the Protectobots, still on board the vessel in Earth orbit, scrambled to do something. Whether it was through their efforts or by a miscalculation or faulty equipment on the Decepticon side of things, both the Decepticon and Autobot teams where whisked away from their impromptu battlefield.


OOC: Both teams move to the Decepticon Headquarters- The Enemy Within thread.