As it blew up Asphalt muttered, “Oh no.” Near palpable fear emanating from him. “He completed them…” He said as the sound of opening panels was heard from the wall farthest to Fury, 3 holes opening, menacing growls emanating from them.
“No, but I can’t speak for the hounds.” Asphalt replied, stepping father back.
Bootleg readies all his weapons.
“I’ll shoot em, like I shot everythen else!” She shouted.
“Changed my mind, shoot the hounds!”
“Not friend,” the bot replied.
“Brother.”
They left the warehouse together and dropped back to the sewer system. They weren’t far from the rest. The way back was clear.
Several of the Decepticons took a direct hit from Simulare and exploded. The rest commenced fire, trying to target his optics and joints.
“RUN!” Both the brothers yelled, jumping into the lobby as three mechanical hounds burst from the panels, their jaws dripping with some form of acidic liquid as it hissed across the ground.
Their backs were covered by a spiked spine, cruel claws on visibly extended and their eyes a solid panel, a visible targeting system locking onto Fury as they howled, charging at her.
He swipes at them, some if his joints sparking
@MakutaTexxidos “Aw, slag,” Bob says. “I’m…”
The quintet follows the thugs.
@KAI_BORG “How do we get out? Do we shoot 'em?!”
“LET THEM TEAR HER APART IDIOT! IF YOU HIT THEM THEY’ll TARGET YOU!” Asphalt yelled back, running into the lobby with Savage.
More of the Decepticons fell. However, the more he killed, the more came to replace them.
The big bot grunted as they dragged through the sewers.
Once they bought their tickets, the Cybertronians waited for their respective trains to show up, some standing, and others leaning against the wall.
“They sent dogs after a badger? Oh please.” Fury hissed, shooting at them.
He got up and darted towards the city center, bashing through buildings
“Not gonna happen!”
The barrel of the Scrapmaker component began to spin.
“Hey, Doohickey, can you blow the door open?” Bob asks.
“Sorry, the Gambler needs time to recharge.”
Before the bullets could hit them they were deflected, shields flaring around the dogs each time a bullet hit before they lunged at Fury, their jaws open and dripping as they each aimed for a limb.
Bootleg curses.
“HIDE IDIOT! IF WE’RE LUCKY THEY’LL JUST DISABLE HER!”
Fury tried to crawl atop one of the display cases, but one of the hounds got her by the leg.
Dynamo tried to bludgeon one of the hounds with a peice of piping from the missile wreckage.
The same fusion canons that took down Gigatron aimed at Simulare. They started heating up and getting ready to fire.
The big bot leaned Circuit Board’s dead body against a wall. He then went to the other side of the canal and charged at the door, opening it. Well, breaking it completely.
He stepped on several, and fired at others
Bootleg has no choice but to hide as the quintet burst into the room.
“Come on! We’re getting out of here!” Ironclad calls.