Ep. 1.5 Will You Walk Into My Parlor? [Closed]
Feb 22, 2015 3:40:25 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2015 3:40:25 GMT -5
Her blue lithe frame coiled tight with tension, Arcee prepared to fling herself forward. In motion, a tendril bushed the energy field indicating a pleading and apologetic call for help. Without thinking, Arcee returned a reassuring, if rather bluntly, pulse to the frantic bot that she would deal with the troublesome spider.
Arcee continued to rip loose energy bolts from her ion blasters. The ever nimble spider dodging and weaving around the blue femme crack shots. Arcee snarled in simmering frustration as she only managed to send rock and dirt flying along the ravine’s wall. Dropping down to the rocky floor, she began pursuit.
Arcee smiled with grim satisfaction after scoring a hit to one of Airachnid’s spindly legs, only to snarl furiously as the decepticon femme scaled the ravine walls. Gathering moment, the two-wheeler leaped upwards onto the rocky walls after her quarry. Limbs stretched out, she scrambled for purchase over the smooth surface, only to be forced to slide back down to the bottom of the ravine.
“Scrap!,” Arcee yelled, the exclamation echoed in the confined space, following by a harsh THUNK! of metal punching on granite mineral. Always! Always, Airachnid would flee when pressed at a disadvantage. Arcee was sick of the same thing happening every time they ran into each other.
Disgusted, she knew Airachnid too well. They weren’t safe yet.
Airachnid would have only backed off temporarily until she could find the upper hand in her twisted game. Arcee gave one last disdained glance in the direction the spider had fled before hustling back to the bridge. Approaching near, Arcee finally got a decent look at the small mech that she’d sprung from Airachnid’s web. Not an imposing figure at all - puny- being the first word to cross through her processor. Which is ironic really, since the mech was still taller and bigger than Arcee.
In the time, she had help freed him and gone after Airachnid, the mech hadn’t made much progress crawling up the sloping web. Rolling her optics, Arcee effortlessly jumped back onto the webbing, avoiding the sticky strands, and caught up to the mech, refusing to consider the painfully familiar name she had heard uttered before she crashed Airachnid fun.
“Move it,” Arcee said sternly, grabbing him under an arm in order to hustle the poor mech out of the ravine faster. She pointedly avoided eye contact as she tried to usher him along. “We’re not out of trouble by a longshot…”
A whistling scream of energy crackled through the air interrupting Arcee. An energy bolt sailed overhead in their direction, striking the bridge above.
Instincts taking over, Arcee moved to shove her slim frame into the mech’s side to hopefully displace him out of the path of the falling debris.
Arcee continued to rip loose energy bolts from her ion blasters. The ever nimble spider dodging and weaving around the blue femme crack shots. Arcee snarled in simmering frustration as she only managed to send rock and dirt flying along the ravine’s wall. Dropping down to the rocky floor, she began pursuit.
Arcee smiled with grim satisfaction after scoring a hit to one of Airachnid’s spindly legs, only to snarl furiously as the decepticon femme scaled the ravine walls. Gathering moment, the two-wheeler leaped upwards onto the rocky walls after her quarry. Limbs stretched out, she scrambled for purchase over the smooth surface, only to be forced to slide back down to the bottom of the ravine.
“Scrap!,” Arcee yelled, the exclamation echoed in the confined space, following by a harsh THUNK! of metal punching on granite mineral. Always! Always, Airachnid would flee when pressed at a disadvantage. Arcee was sick of the same thing happening every time they ran into each other.
Disgusted, she knew Airachnid too well. They weren’t safe yet.
Airachnid would have only backed off temporarily until she could find the upper hand in her twisted game. Arcee gave one last disdained glance in the direction the spider had fled before hustling back to the bridge. Approaching near, Arcee finally got a decent look at the small mech that she’d sprung from Airachnid’s web. Not an imposing figure at all - puny- being the first word to cross through her processor. Which is ironic really, since the mech was still taller and bigger than Arcee.
In the time, she had help freed him and gone after Airachnid, the mech hadn’t made much progress crawling up the sloping web. Rolling her optics, Arcee effortlessly jumped back onto the webbing, avoiding the sticky strands, and caught up to the mech, refusing to consider the painfully familiar name she had heard uttered before she crashed Airachnid fun.
“Move it,” Arcee said sternly, grabbing him under an arm in order to hustle the poor mech out of the ravine faster. She pointedly avoided eye contact as she tried to usher him along. “We’re not out of trouble by a longshot…”
A whistling scream of energy crackled through the air interrupting Arcee. An energy bolt sailed overhead in their direction, striking the bridge above.
Instincts taking over, Arcee moved to shove her slim frame into the mech’s side to hopefully displace him out of the path of the falling debris.