Australia - Top of Ayers RockThe Fallen emerged from the mindscape to find an energo-sword piercing his tank mode’s underbelly. Somehow, one of the Cybertronian filth had managed to come up underneath him through the sandstone that comprised Ayers Rock. The one called Sixshot had tried such a maneuver earlier, but that had been anticipated by the fiery demigod who had readied himself for the phase sixer. This new attack, however, was a complete surprise. Hot Rod, along with those others who were invading his mind, had distracted the Fallen yet again, hopefully for the last time.
“Arrrrrggghhhh!!” The fiery demigod cried out in pain. He tried to push the discomfort back to the cavalier but he could only rid himself of some of it. Hot Rod was resisting again, pushing the pain back to the Fallen. It was no matter. The evil Prime of legend could tolerate a little pain even as the blade dug deeper into his underside. From within, the Fallen mustered up more dark energy and sent it down through the energo-sword and into Skullcruncher below. The Decepticon cyber-vore fell back into his hole, a grave he had dug for himself.
Unfortunately, the blade had been left embedded within the Fallen’s tank mode as the pain from the sword grew more intense. Having no choice, the demigod transformed back into robot mode, the blade now protruding from his lower back. Taking his right hand, the Fallen reached back and around, grasping ahold of the energo-sword and pulling it out in one swift motion. He flinched as his pain receptors registered the movement. Bringing it around to the front, the Fallen looked at the sword before then glancing down into the hole where Skullcruncher was laying at the bottom in agony.
“You insignificant vermin! Did you really think your little blade could stop me?” The Fallen boasted as he pointed his left hand down with the intent of filling the hole with dark lightning. However, before he could do so, a shower of cold liquid struck his body from an unknown source. The fiery demigod spun around to see the Protectobot Commander not far away, spraying him with whatever was in his tanks. Hot Spot’s little speech was laughable as was his futile attempt to stop him. “Really? First rocks, now water. You all might as well just give up now and kill yourselves. Hahahaha!!!”
Pointing the energo-sword directly at
Hot Spot, dark electricity flowed from the Fallen's actuators and into the blade before shooting out of the tip as a bolt of lightning. “But let me end it for you now, Protectobot!”
Noooo!!! I won’t let you hurt him!!!The Fallen paused his attack as Hot Rod fought from within, trying to make the demigod drop the stolen sword. The cavalier’s free left hand reached over and grasped a hold of his right forearm, attempting to force it down, but the Fallen resisted. He was literally fighting with himself now, one arm attempting to control the other. “I will not...be stopped.... by you....child!!”
I won’t be ignored, Fallen! I am of the Prime lineage! I can fight you! I WILL fight you!!!Hahahaha!!!! You are not a Prime and you never will be! I made up the name Rodimus. It is not who you are and it never will be!!_________
The Fallen continued to struggle against Hot Rod’s latest attempt to regain control, not noticing a silent mech approaching from behind. Four metallic paws hit the ground repeatedly before the sound of a transformation could be heard. Then, just as the Fallen turned his head to see where the sound had come from, a vibrating sonic sword slashed down against his right wrist, severing the hand from the forearm. “What?! Nooo!!!
Arrrrggghhhh!!!!” The fiery demigod shrieked as his right hand fell to the ground still holding Skullcruncher’s sword. “What have you done?! What have you done?!!!!”
“I have liberated you from your stolen weapon,” Razorclaw stated with a toothy grin underneath his face shield. “And now I will liberate you from your miserable existence!” The Predacon lord, who had avoided the dark energy shells and waited for just the right moment to make his move, brought his sonic sword up to bare and readied himself for another strike against the fiery demigod.
“Heh, I’m afraid you are gravely mistaken, beast,” the Fallen retorted as his left hand held on to his right wrist, dark energon bleeding from the gory stump. “It is YOU who will be liberated from YOUR life!” As Razorclaw moved in to attack again, the demigod’s optics glowed bright with an unholy light before unleashing twin blasts of dark energy directly at the lion-former. Reacting quickly, Razorclaw raised his sword up in front of him just in time for the blade to absorb the brunt of the dark power. But it wasn’t enough to stop it entirely. The force of the dual attacks caused his sword to quickly overheat and explode, sending the Predacon Commander flying backwards. He hit the ground hard several meters away before tumbling into one of the trenches.
The Fallen let out a deep sigh as his optics returned to normal, or as normal as a demigod’s eyes were supposed to be. The hellfire that burned across his frame dimmed considerably as Hot Rod continued to fight from within. The Fallen looked down at the energon soaked stump where his right hand used to be and growled under his breath. “It appears I will be needing some spare parts. Heh.”
“You’ll be needing more than that, Fallen!” The voice came out of nowhere along with a bitter cold blast that struck the demigod in the back. The Fallen looked around, expecting to see Hot Spot trying to hit him with water again. However, it wasn’t the Protectobot Commander this time. Instead, it was Prowl.
“Indeed,” the Fallen replied as his optics began to glow again, another dark energy strike imminent. Prowl quickly unleashed another blast from his freeze gun, hitting the demigod directly in the center of his already damaged chest plate. The continuous blue beam froze on contact with the metal skin, beginning to spread across the possessed cavalier’s frame and coating it with a layer of ice. But more would be needed to sufficiently encase the demigod.
>>”Now, Sandstorm! Shoot him NOW!!”<< Prowl shouted through his comm line, assuming the triplechanger was already in position. Undaunted, the military strategist continued to fire his freeze weapon at the Fallen.