Free at last!
BW Scorponok
*Scorponok stares at the answer Cyclonus had sent him. He was done. He could leave. Scorponok turns, and grabs his bag, emptying it out on the workbench nearest. He could leave. There was nothing stopping him. He goes to the door, and opens it, activating the security at medium as he leaves*
*Once he had left the Medbay Building, Scorponok looks around, noticing the rain-sign, then transforms into his alt and takes off towards the woods. He is just about to enter, when a new prompt shows up. He goes deeper into the forest, then settles down to wait, answering the prompt silently as he does*
*Chances. Chance is a strange thing, you think the odds are for, or against something, you think that you have a straight shot at the target, that you’ll ace the test, win the bet- and then something happens, something you hadn’t accounted for. A wind, an essay, a new player on the field, and then everything goes to the pit*
*A rabbit hops closer, lulled to security by the lack of movement, of strange smells. The sent of Cybertronian metal had long been here, in the form of the buildings, and the animals had learned to ignore it*
*There was a chance, when I asked that question, that I would have fragged Cyclonus off. That I would have made my stay there longer, but, in this case, the odds were with me*
*Scorponok tenses, tail moving back silently into attack position*
*And, in some cases, you can improve your chances*
*His tail strikes, catching the rabbit off guard, and while the rabbit was stunned by the blow, Scorponok grabs it, and rips its head off*
By being better, stronger, and smarter than your opponent.
*Meal secured, Scorponok moves off into the forest, looking for something to burn*
*Scorponok stares at the answer Cyclonus had sent him. He was done. He could leave. Scorponok turns, and grabs his bag, emptying it out on the workbench nearest. He could leave. There was nothing stopping him. He goes to the door, and opens it, activating the security at medium as he leaves*
*Once he had left the Medbay Building, Scorponok looks around, noticing the rain-sign, then transforms into his alt and takes off towards the woods. He is just about to enter, when a new prompt shows up. He goes deeper into the forest, then settles down to wait, answering the prompt silently as he does*
*Chances. Chance is a strange thing, you think the odds are for, or against something, you think that you have a straight shot at the target, that you’ll ace the test, win the bet- and then something happens, something you hadn’t accounted for. A wind, an essay, a new player on the field, and then everything goes to the pit*
*A rabbit hops closer, lulled to security by the lack of movement, of strange smells. The sent of Cybertronian metal had long been here, in the form of the buildings, and the animals had learned to ignore it*
*There was a chance, when I asked that question, that I would have fragged Cyclonus off. That I would have made my stay there longer, but, in this case, the odds were with me*
*Scorponok tenses, tail moving back silently into attack position*
*And, in some cases, you can improve your chances*
*His tail strikes, catching the rabbit off guard, and while the rabbit was stunned by the blow, Scorponok grabs it, and rips its head off*
By being better, stronger, and smarter than your opponent.
*Meal secured, Scorponok moves off into the forest, looking for something to burn*