Re: The Stunticons Have Arrived
Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2011 9:04 pm
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.
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.