The laser hits home and the Master gives a horribly animal roar of pain and fury, left hand clutching at his face. His pincered cannon-hand fires at the Autobot’s chest to slow him down.
At the same moment the Minicon slams down onto his shoulder - and the port thereon. Power surges through the Master’s frame, visible to optics and sensors both. He lowers his hand; one optic is flickering and clouded, his nose and cheek scorched and melted - but he laughs, a rich, welcoming sound. Green and purple light flickers the length of his tail-cannon. Waterlog swears viciously.
“He’s linked!” snaps Stormcloud. Without looking, he grabs the back of Nightscream’s neck and yanks him off his feet. Keep the black runt from getting any funny ideas. “Watch-”
“Get BACK!” sounds a voice from behind the Master. Ironhide’s voice. Gunfire sounds and something blue rams into the enemy Bulk’s lower leg. The top-heavy bot tries to stagger and hop at the same time. He goes down with a crash, leaving half the doorway clear.
Ironhide swerves through the gap in an orange blaze, firing staccato bursts of her turret to keep the Master down. In front of her, Armorhide backs up from his crouch and reaches for his blaster.
Ironhide stumbles back as the master links, giving the appearance that he'd be blinking if his optics were open. Then he leaps aside as he sees his opponent going down, both guns flashing into his hands as he adds to his sister's fire.
He's moving even more slowly now, and bright colours show against the tarnished black of his armor, but his deep, ragged voice lifts to warn his small teammates even as he gathers himself to spring on the fallen enemy.
The Master's already getting up, and barely seems to notice the smaller Ironhide's fire for a minute. Sparks fly from his armour as she lands a lucky hit. The Bulk's optics fix on her- and her fire wavers. Too long. A pulse from his tail-cannon sends the orange dune buggy flying, just before the reptilian mech flinches again under the new fire.
"Hey, wait! You can't-" Nightscream's concern for what Joe's about to do is cut short: Stormcloud and Waterlog are raising their launchers, and he yells at them in Minicon even as they glance at each other. Waterlog shakes his head at Stormcloud, and they hold their fire for now.
There is no fancy somersaulting now. The old Protector just launches himself like a missile, his guns firing till both spark. They're cast aside then, and once more Ironhide's body shifts despite the whine of warning coming from his systems. Jaws full of razor teeth gape wide with unfelt fury.
If he manages to hit the master he's going right for the throat.
Like many well-armoured bots the Master doesn't have much throat to expose, but an Autobot to the face is enough to give most bots pause. His pincered right hand snaps at Ironhide's side, his shoulder-mounted guns blazing at the Autobot. Then a blast hits him in the back, distracting him from the frontal attack. He growls and looks over his shoulder, still grappling with Ironhide.
Armorhide lowers his blaster and takes the moment to survey the remains of the other team. "Ironhide! Are you-"
"'M all right," the orange Minicon insists, pulling herself into robot-mode and scrambling up from the corner. Her visor focuses on the fight. "Slag!"
At the same moment the Minicon slams down onto his shoulder - and the port thereon. Power surges through the Master’s frame, visible to optics and sensors both. He lowers his hand; one optic is flickering and clouded, his nose and cheek scorched and melted - but he laughs, a rich, welcoming sound. Green and purple light flickers the length of his tail-cannon. Waterlog swears viciously.
“He’s linked!” snaps Stormcloud. Without looking, he grabs the back of Nightscream’s neck and yanks him off his feet. Keep the black runt from getting any funny ideas. “Watch-”
“Get BACK!” sounds a voice from behind the Master. Ironhide’s voice. Gunfire sounds and something blue rams into the enemy Bulk’s lower leg. The top-heavy bot tries to stagger and hop at the same time. He goes down with a crash, leaving half the doorway clear.
Ironhide swerves through the gap in an orange blaze, firing staccato bursts of her turret to keep the Master down. In front of her, Armorhide backs up from his crouch and reaches for his blaster.
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He's moving even more slowly now, and bright colours show against the tarnished black of his armor, but his deep, ragged voice lifts to warn his small teammates even as he gathers himself to spring on the fallen enemy.
"I've got him."
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"Hey, wait! You can't-" Nightscream's concern for what Joe's about to do is cut short: Stormcloud and Waterlog are raising their launchers, and he yells at them in Minicon even as they glance at each other. Waterlog shakes his head at Stormcloud, and they hold their fire for now.
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If he manages to hit the master he's going right for the throat.
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Armorhide lowers his blaster and takes the moment to survey the remains of the other team. "Ironhide! Are you-"
"'M all right," the orange Minicon insists, pulling herself into robot-mode and scrambling up from the corner. Her visor focuses on the fight. "Slag!"
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