Bottom of the Yellow SeaEven with his immense strength, Blitzwing was finding it hard to lift the plated Dinobot into something more a long the lines of rough-necked grapple combat. Well, there's more than one way to skin a cat as they say. If he can't lift the Dinobot, he sure was close enough to not
miss anything he throws at him. Blitzwing let go from his grapple and immediately converted to his tank-mode, his primary cannon aimed towards Snarl's chest. Just as the commando fired, Snarl's already-in-motion swing came down into the armor plating around his tank treads.
Blitzwing hissed in pain as he readied another round, this glitch was gonna pay for that.
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>>"Hardhead, what you doing up there?! Get your aft down here and help fight Decepticons! NOW!"<<
Annnd there was Grimlock being shortsighted was again. The Dinobot commander was too hard-focused on fighting the big Constructicon monstrosity that he didn't even notice the tank-former providing ample artillery-fire from the top of this ridge.
>>"I'm on it!"<< the warrior replied not wanting to further invoke that infamous Dinobot fury. Then again, hard to complain about finally getting to venture out and shoot something once again. Looks like his attempt to corral the Decepticons and keep them at bay with his last volley paid them no heed. Time to
really dig the treads into the dirt!
Hardhead shifted to his robot mode and leap from the cliff-face, gently landing into the seafloor further below. He drew his two rifles and immediately began to focus on the servo joints that connected the Boncrusher component to the Hook component on this "Devastator" thing that keeps shouting its own name. If Grimlock's theory is right, breaking the big one apart will give them six more Decepticons to bash around, and Hardhead loved those kind of numbers.
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"Ge-Get 'im off! We won't hold out li-like this for much longer!" Long Haul's thought circumvented though Devastator's collective processor, the Dinobot's assault beginning to take its toll on the collective processor unit.
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"Not to save the ocean from your wrath but are you going to fight me or not?"
Sludge's frantic swinging died down as the rest of his processing power was diverted back to his robot head. A forced transformation like that seemed to have dazed him for a moment, making the jungle warrior attack frustrated and primally. And now the croc was taunting him about it.
Sludge only snarled as he tightened the grip on his energo-sword, digging his massive boot into the mud to push him off towards Skullcruncher. He brought his sword out wide to ready a massive swipe. As bulky as the apatosaurus-former was in his robot mode he still had quite the reach on him. He may be in Skullcruncher's element, but it wasn't too different from the swamps and jungles Sludge was accustomed to fighting in.
Undersea Base - Alpha Dome>>"Warwolf, take big player and I take small Autobots. Small Autobots no match for me."<<
>>"Appreciated."<< Warwolf hissed as he tried to dodge both cassettebot fire and Blaster's own counterattack. One of Steeljaw's volleys struck the hilt of his sword causing the interrogator to drop one of his blades. The two components of Battletrap soon came about and took the pressure off Warwolf, who returned his visored-gaze to the red communications officer.
"And here I thought you Autobots were a civil sort!" The lupine scowled, "Throwing your pets at me... Tsk tsk." With his free hand, Warwolf quickly drew his heavy-pistol and fired a few return shots towards Blaster as he tried to close the distance between he and the Autobot comms specialist.