“This one…?”
OOC: they’re defending the city, he isn’t a priority
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Asphalt just gave a mild shriek of frustration, turning back to the guards before seeing the few he had managed to attack were dead, no others in sight.
“Calling for immediate backup to contain large and potentially hostile Predacon.” The medic says on his comm to his superiors. Backup units were on the way.
Firestorm watched the map, his nightmare now truly was a reality. (@ValkyriePrimal)
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“And what should we suppose to do after we kill this guys?”
What gunners remained were well protected. Tanks had arrived to deal with what remained of the Autobot forces.
“Well then, that’s not very nice.” Savage hissed, a brick suddenly smashing into the medics hand as it pulled out the comm.
OOC: Also, they have yet to have known he’s a Predacon, his symbols in the shadows, but they do know he’s an animal build.
Mordo laughed.
The tank and bruiser began trying to tranquilize him and induce stasis. “Resisting arrest is only making things worse.” They tell him, trying not to hurt him.
OOC: the type of creature tells them he’s likely a Predacon.
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The scouts were to fast for the tanks slower weapons to keep up with, so they just avoided them, whilst going about attacking the gunners.
“Bah, it does not matter. They are dead.” Asphalt replied, giving a quick to one of the few dead before beginning to stalk off.
“This one must now find the one they took from him.”
Firestorm tried to hide from the fact this was a war. His emotions were a conflict of panic and rage. He went into a corner and transformed into his Head Mode. His mind was in turmoil: his fear and panic of actually being in a war and the rage and hatred towards Nova for starting it unprovoked.
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“Asphalt, we seem to be outnumbered. If your’re going to do something, do it now, please!”
“Oh dear, no need to act so rough gentleman.” Savage hissed, another brick being thrown towards the medic to keep him from attempting his comm call before he suddenly lunged from the shadows, his two blades extended as he stabbed towards the tank, slamming his tail hard into the bruiser.
“That’s my job!” He said, a feral grin stretching across his face before he lunged towards the Tanks neck, attempting to bite it with his fangs.
OOC: @Toa_Vladin they’re all dead, there were barely any in the first place.
OOC: Oh.
IC: “So where are we going now?”
“This one is going to find his taken!” Asphalt yelled out, still stalking off.
The tank deflected the blades using a riot shield and his very tough armor. The bruiser was fast and began looking for spots to set off stasis. The backup units were getting close.
OOC: You already got some of the gunners. Probably about a third. But you can’t expect the tiny scouts, with their light weaponry, to take out every turret on the border.
IC: The soldiers were able to quickly take care of the remaining scouts.
“Ugh… No need to yell.”
“we’ll just follow him” said Reblast finally waking up from the unconsciousness caused by the crash