THEIR WHAT! chpt 2
Deca-cycle = 10 days
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That had been a deca-cycle ago.
“Combaticons Combine Into Bruticus Now!”
Still he felt weird even this long afterwards.
“Autobots stop them!”
It was kind of funny in a way. Sure he felt sore, after all any form of a beating or punishment hurt for a while, but he also seemed to find it harder to do everyday things such as transforming for an example.
“Swindle! Pay Attention For Primus Sake!”
Still he had to what he had to do. Swiftly he transformed and combined with his fellow Gestalt members though doing so made him feel sick and queasy for some reason. Odd, it’s never been like that before.
“Wha?! Swindle what are you doing!”
Something wasn’t right. Something felt wrong, and he could tell the other felt it as well. Something was channeling between their sparks, but what?
“It Does Not Matter! We Will Deal With This Later, We Have A Battle To Fight!”
Yes, they would deal with this later. It was time to work with the others, time to work as one being.
“Bruticus Destroy!”
Watch those Autobots scatter in fear of their combined strength.
Or at least most.
A punch to the face turned their attention to Superion running away.
Without thinking they followed.
“You should hurry Bruticus I’m getting away!”
Angered they chased faster.
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Eventually Superion led them deep into an open patch of forest. This was where Superion then went and split back into his Gestalt components.
“You’ll never triumph Bruticus!”
A shot to the face stunned him before he could slap one away.
A blow to the back.
Bruticus stumbled forward after his weakness had been hit.
Another blow.
A blinding pain but still Bruticus fought on determined to win. Deep in their Sparks the Combaticons knew they wouldn’t, but they were determined to take the Aerialbots down with them.
A third and final blow.
Bruticus fell and when he landed he fell apart into five unconscious Combaticons.