[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Ride the Storm (Open)
Jul 21, 2022 1:28:58 GMT -5
Post by Starkrieger on Jul 21, 2022 1:28:58 GMT -5
Starscream hadn't been taken out, but the strike on his Lord didn't go unnoticed in the fray. A larger mech might have rallied and exerted his will physically over Optimus. Instead he had to rely on tenacity to force an opening. His efforts to get the angle to issue a point blank shot doubled. He'd received the ping from Starscream, and offered a return signle to acknowledge, but the data passing to his Lord was otherwise cut. Starkrieger knew he had no control, and in the chaos of grappling with the Prime, there was nothing of value or clarity to offer his Commander.
He almost didn’t notice the grip on his leg. Optimus, however, was not a mech to be ignored. With the crushing force of those fingers he gritted his denta. Brute strength prized his limb away, switching the narrative. Claws bit in as they were dragged across the Autobot's chassis, catching at the space between red and silver plating. Whatever threat that presented was short lived, Starkrieger disengaged the instant the claws dipped unwittingly into the seam. The playing field was different, but the game was the same. A doomed grip wasn't worth losing his digits.
Swung off the Prime, Starkrieger kept his bearings. The whirl of Backbeat's rotary disrupted smoke and air, the sound pierced his audials, as his readings shifted his priorities. Drawing his arms to his center to cross them, he snapped a secondary wing back to resist the swing, assisting a twist towards Backbeat. He only managed a minor shift, but it was enough as he arched his back, sheltering his most valuable anatomy.
The screeching of blades mangling then ripping into his frame drowned out a sharp cry. Bright blue sprayed as outer armor and the layer beneath were chewed up by his ally. The segments of the underarmor cracking and catching on the whirling attachment, pulling before severing.
His wings were spared.
Regardless of whether colliding with Backbeat assisted in limiting his suffering, Optimus Prime wasn’t feeling merciful. Being dragged by the side that bore the brunt of two assaults strained the plating was further encouraging the escape of energon through the open wounds.
However, it was the impact of hitting the ground and the raking of his trapped wings against the shrapnel covered asphalt that shook him. His processor was thrown, struggling to cope with the onslaught of tactile input, though not to the point he lost his senses. The whir of transformation stowed his blaster. To aim his weapon would force the Prime to run him through; while the use of his thrusters risked knocking himself out from the kickback.
A rare instance, in which he regretted lacking the control needed to hover.
Throwing his left arm, he dug claws into the asphalt, easily tearing up the asphalt below, adding to the resistance of his frame against the ground. The Seeker’s lip curled as he kicked with his free pede, to try to make the Autobot release him.
How easy it would be for the Prime to further exert control, either with his frame or the threat of that sword, but it was the only play the Seeker could see. Despite training and boldness, The Prime hadn’t been wrong. Starkrieger was not used to such physical combat, at least not when grounded.
Confirmation of OP's Seeker club hitting Backbeat confirmed by Backbeat. Thank you
He almost didn’t notice the grip on his leg. Optimus, however, was not a mech to be ignored. With the crushing force of those fingers he gritted his denta. Brute strength prized his limb away, switching the narrative. Claws bit in as they were dragged across the Autobot's chassis, catching at the space between red and silver plating. Whatever threat that presented was short lived, Starkrieger disengaged the instant the claws dipped unwittingly into the seam. The playing field was different, but the game was the same. A doomed grip wasn't worth losing his digits.
Swung off the Prime, Starkrieger kept his bearings. The whirl of Backbeat's rotary disrupted smoke and air, the sound pierced his audials, as his readings shifted his priorities. Drawing his arms to his center to cross them, he snapped a secondary wing back to resist the swing, assisting a twist towards Backbeat. He only managed a minor shift, but it was enough as he arched his back, sheltering his most valuable anatomy.
The screeching of blades mangling then ripping into his frame drowned out a sharp cry. Bright blue sprayed as outer armor and the layer beneath were chewed up by his ally. The segments of the underarmor cracking and catching on the whirling attachment, pulling before severing.
His wings were spared.
Regardless of whether colliding with Backbeat assisted in limiting his suffering, Optimus Prime wasn’t feeling merciful. Being dragged by the side that bore the brunt of two assaults strained the plating was further encouraging the escape of energon through the open wounds.
However, it was the impact of hitting the ground and the raking of his trapped wings against the shrapnel covered asphalt that shook him. His processor was thrown, struggling to cope with the onslaught of tactile input, though not to the point he lost his senses. The whir of transformation stowed his blaster. To aim his weapon would force the Prime to run him through; while the use of his thrusters risked knocking himself out from the kickback.
A rare instance, in which he regretted lacking the control needed to hover.
Throwing his left arm, he dug claws into the asphalt, easily tearing up the asphalt below, adding to the resistance of his frame against the ground. The Seeker’s lip curled as he kicked with his free pede, to try to make the Autobot release him.
How easy it would be for the Prime to further exert control, either with his frame or the threat of that sword, but it was the only play the Seeker could see. Despite training and boldness, The Prime hadn’t been wrong. Starkrieger was not used to such physical combat, at least not when grounded.
Confirmation of OP's Seeker club hitting Backbeat confirmed by Backbeat. Thank you