A Plee for Vengence: Part 2
In a last desperate act of the Predacon generals to eliminate the Maximals, a Massive fight explodes that will determine once and for all who will triumph in combat.
PART TWO
There is a ground shaking explosion as a section of the roof over Buster collapsed on him, and Scope came close after it. Considering the hotel was rather cheaply built Buster was not met with much impact, and easily shrugged it off. Scope landed mere feet in front of the behemoth, P-90's out and blazing. Round after round after round blasted the huge Pred, almost all of them bouncing harmlessly off of his energy shield.
Buster lets out a massive roar as he swings his boulder-like fists at Scope. He easily avoids the attack with a duck. Buster had barely fit in the hallway as it was, and when he brought his fist around he had no chance of avoiding the wall. Scope holds himself steady as the wall literally crumbles under Buster's great force, and much of the ceiling above tumbles after.
Scope launches out of the rubble and lands directly on Buster's shoulders. He digs his claws in to his neck with an iron determination. The huge Predacon thrashes about wildly, bringing down more of the wall and ceiling. Scope releases, realizing the futility of his efforts, and uses his jets to propel himself from Buster before the Pred could land a punch.
Scope takes the slightest moment to survey the damage, and suddenly feels a pang of concious tear through his adrenaline clouded judgement. [i] I've got to lure this monster out of this hotel before he does much more damage.[/i]
It appeared the task would not be as hard as Scope might have thought. Fortunately Buster seemed to be rather angry with Scope at this moment, and was eager to follow him wherever he may go.
Scope decides to use this anger to his advantage, considering he couldn't find anything else. He runs out into the parking lot outside the hotel, followed closely by Buster, who shatters the frame of the door as he brings his huge bulk through. Scope, now free of having to worry about damaging a building and hurting others inside, unleashes the full force of his missiles right into Buster. The impact of eight missiles exploding right on top of him managed to throw him back a few steps, but all in all he still felt pretty good, only angrier. Scope launches into the air via his jet propulsion system. Buster unloads his arsenal in response.
Scope had clearly underestimated his enemy's capabilities, which was a mistake he rarely made. He barely managed to escape being ripped apart by the massive explosion, though he was still hit. After an ever-so-graceful flight of about 50 yards, which ended in an ungainly landing through the windshield of a parked automobile and into the back seat, Scope was ready to kick some ass.
He crawls through the shattered windshield of the vehicle, favoring his left side, which was badly ripped apart and burned by the attack. Scope notices a few building which had taken quite a beating from the explosion as well, but more importantly he notices the living building that was charging toward him at this very moment, Buster.
"You're...going...down," Scope grumbles under his breath as he prepares for round two.
"Sweet!" Penji exclaimed. Scope had just done exactly what he had hoped someone would do. Penji pulled a smallish device out of subspace, and reverted to penguin mode. He walked over to the newly made exit, pushed a few buttons on the device, a cheap sparring drone hooked up to a holoprojector and a block of organo-plastic explosive. He released it into the air.
Scope prepared for the approaching Buster, but then out of nowhere what appeared to be a clown jumped in between them. The gangly, white faced, red nosed, jester's hat wearing Maximal assumed a mockery of a kung-fu stance in front of Buster, and proceeded to demonstrate a number of over-exagerrated moves.
Scope was highly confused. Was this another newcomer? If so, he was either extremely dumb, or had an ace up his sleeve. Scope got up, preparing to back up.. whoever it was, when he saw Penji jumping up and down, waving his flippers way back by the hotel. Scope blinked at the penguin's signalling, noted Buster becoming increasingly angry at the jester's taunting, and finally figured out the message- "GET THE HELL OUT, NOW!" He ran. A lot.
Once Scope was clear, Penji signalled the device, and jumped behind the hotel's outer wall. The clown, who despite his random, finicky movements had been deftly staying out of Buster's reach, now advanced on the Predacon. Buster, yelling in range, spread his giant hands and smashed them together on the annoyance. Had he been a quicker wit, he might have noticed the lack of any sounds or feelings of crunching metal as his hands converged, but even then he probably wouldn't have been able to stop himself in time. The hotel shook violently, and Maximals and Predacons alike were knocked from their feet, as a giant explosion consumed the entire parking lot. Penji laughed the whole time.
The noonday sun was hot on her back. She could feel sweat running through every strand of fur. Her face was covered with sweat and felt dirty and sticky. Then, she saw it, a beatle. It scurried quickly into an alley. This was going to be too easy, Nocticia thought as she flew into the alley and perched herself on a fire escape. She dropped a pebble just behind the beatle. It spun around to look for the disturbance and Nocticia sprang. He transformed just as her teeth latched on his neck and she drank deeply of his mechfluid. When he was well-drained, she thrust her head back and latched her lips to his with a long, loving kiss. She sent the predacon to heaven before she delivered him to hell.
Suddenly, she heard an explosion from the hotel next to her. Go to the hotel, Requiem said in her head.
"What the hell business have I got in that hotel? ... And if they die? ... That's not my concern. ... Oh, bring that up again. That wasn't my fault. ... How do you know his arm couldn't have just fallen off before I shot him? Besides, I was aiming for his spark. He blocked. ... OK, fine, I will go to the hotel. This had better be good."
She pulled out her nail guns, locked, loaded and threw herself through the window into the hotel. This was gonna be one of those days.
As she jumped through the window, she saw great destruction everywhere. There didn't seem to be a person, or wall left standing at this point. It looked like the battle was already fought. Just then, she saw several Maximals and Predacons in the parking lot. This being impossible to see in the conventional sense, she thanked Requiem. She dashed for the parking lot.
Querion stared at the shattered pieces of glass, lying amidst a pool of red liquid, the drink quickly seeping into the cheap carpeting. The tangy taste still clung to his mouth, mixing with the bitter anger rising up his throat. The wolf'bot's face twitched, and his eyes furrowed into a vicious "V", glinting with murderous intent. His teeth were bared, pointed canines flashing, and he let out a low, guttural growl. So much like an animal.
A-Animal?
The swordsman shook his head violently, feeling the rage return, grudgingly, into the dark recesses of his mind. "You shouldn't have done that," Querion mumbled, shaking his finger at Cloak, as though berating a naughty child. His eyes were cold and hard, but exhibited immense control. The wolf-bot cracked his knuckles, and tapped a button on his left wrist, as a small wormhole into his sub-space vault spiralled open in the air. Querion reached his hand into it, and drew his sabre. The hilt was familiar to the touch, fitting his hand perfectly. The Maximal frowned at the shorn-off blade, but decided that it would do.
"Practice time," he smiled.
He thrust with his sabre, just as Cloak ducked Buckshot's swing. The Predacon's eyes widened, and suddenly he was gone. Querion skidded to a halt and looked around. The air was filled only with the sounds of them panting.
Where was Dagger? Where was the partner? If Cloak was here, surely his twin would not be far-
"Dammit!" cursed Buckshot, as he clutched his right arm in pain. Querion mirrored his action, nursing the deep gash on his left shoulder. Cloak stood poised before them, his energy blades glowing, filling the room with a soft, dusky light. Both sides stood stock-still, muscles taut, ready to spring. Then...
Then there was a horredous crackling, as though the ground was groaning as it was torn apart. Cracks appeared on the ground, and thick smoke filled with room. Earthquake? Didn't seem like it. Explosion? Most likely. The Maximals threw themselves against the walls to brace themselves, while Cloak stumbled back into the darkness. The ground stopped shaking, and they were back in the awful silence, the Predacon lurking in the shadows.
As Nocticia ran twoard the parking lot the smoke began to clear as Scope was just heading back to inspect Buster. Buster was down, in a big way he had nearly half of his front blown off. Penji waddled up to the beast and still couldn't stop laughing. All three stop moving all of a sudden. "Penji can't move." THe penguin said as all three maximals were being pushed to the ground. THen they heard laughter coming from behind them.
"Press." Scope said trying to reach for his P-90's
"HAHAHAHAHA foolish maximals!"
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Rapier screamed witch was more painful then the explosion when she saw what had happened to Buster. The cat charged Rhapsody slicing with one of her three swords just missing there leaders head and landing the sword in the Door jam. Rhapsody quickly pulled two feather swords and stopped Rapiers left handed sword from slicing into her stomach. The two commanders locked swords but rhapsody began to flex she was knocked back by the third. "Little help Burnout?" She said drawing her gun.
Before burnout could react Rapier was aniled from behind by a plasma shotgun blast. Trance stood behind the downed rapier. "Whats going on here?" He said but Rapier was already up and charge Trance with all three swords...
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Querion began to move to the back wall. "Move up against the wall so they can't get behind you." He called buckshot who had hit shotgun out. The two waited for the attack and then both of them appeared just in front of them. The doorway into the room at the moment was kicked in by Mimi. She looked and saw the two and began to fire her MK-5 into the room striking Cloak once before he could vanish. "You guys need some help?" She said drawing her broadsword.
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Grabble looked at smiled at Rita firing a large amount of pellets causing her to bail back into her room. "Some many beautiful things that need to be brutaly ravaged." The sick turtle said walking into switchblades room. "NOw where is my two favoirte maximals?" His answer was met with superheated plasma into his chest. He growled in pain but it seemed just to make him more angry. As he got farther into the room Switchblade drew her vinroblade. Then from behind Grabble was caught around the throat by Rita's whip. The Tortise struggled a second and then grabbed the whip pulling on it hard enough to pull Rita into the air and passed him. The mink bounced of Switchblades bed as the three began to formulate a plan of attack.
"Oh, this was a geat idea," Nocticia said, "Yeah, well at least we could move if you'd listened to me. I don't care! Oh, of course, you're always right and I'm always wrong. Let's try moving on three. 1...2...3...3....uh, 3. Slag! Well, whining isn't gonna help us now. Would you just shut up and let me think?"
Trapper feels the explosion, he runs outside and sees Penji.....again he pulls out his gun and shouts
Trapper:
"Aiding and Assisting" he shouted scanning for the possible threat that caused the tremor.
As Press continued his taunts and exessive laughter, an small explosion erupted behind him and Press fell forward, but found his footing quickly and kept the gravity pressed down on the other Maximals. The predacon turned around to see what had hit him. In his line of vision, Cross stood in a battle stance with Render and Pierce in hand.
"You'll regret that." Press said as he launched tenticle after tenticle at Cross. Cross charged forward to meet the tenticles, his blades slashing in the air at the tenticles. He swatted one away with another coming at him, but Cross was able to parry the blow.
Slag, there's too many! He thought as he tried to continue his pace. I can't keep this up forever and he knows it.
Then it stopped all the sudden as Cross eyes switched over to Press who kept his gravity control on the other Maximals. Press stared at Cross with anger in his eyes. Cross was good, but not good enough to be better then the transmetal squid. That when all of Press's tenticles shot towards at Cross and wrapped the field medic up as his swords dropped on the floor.
"I told you, you would regret facing me." Press said sharply as he tighten his hold on Cross. "Don't you regret it?"
Cross struggled in Press's grip, trying to loosen himself from the squid's grip. A smirk crossed the sabre-toothed's face as he freed his hand. "No, I don't regret it."
Cross began firing a barrage of discs at Press, one after another. Press who was surprised at the attack could not react in time and took the impact of six exploding discs on his body. Press's grip loosen on Cross and the gravity that held the Maximals faded away. The Predacon stood a bit dazed, but functional. Functional enough to call his tenticles back and have them floating around behind him.
Cross picked himself and his swords off the ground as he readied himself in his battle stance once again.
"Is there anyone injuried or hurt?" Cross shouted over at Scope, Penji, and Nocticia as he kept an eye on Press.
Scope let out a feralguttural growl before launching himself forward at the larger Predacon. He ripped viciously at tentacles which grabbed at him constantly, tearing apart each one that came near. Luckily he had stored up the anger he felt from fighting Buster, and was ready to unleash every bit of it on Press.
Press decides to divert most of his attention away from Cross, who stood on one side, and to the group of three others who were on the opposite side. As he turned his head, he felt the force of two P-90's fires directly into his chest. The armor was severely shredded under Scope's attack, and Press stumbled backwards several yards under the barrage. Mustering up a surge of strength, he thrusts his arm outward, and practically fires the shield of extreme gravity at the bullets. The gravity manages to stop most of the bullets, but just barely, and Press quickly noted that no more were on their way. Scope had disappeared.
The same moment Press realized this, he felt the sting of Cross' swords in his back, and in a pain induced spasm spun around to fight him.
Then Penji and Nocticia moved in to join the fight.
Nocticia saw as Press made his mistake, he turned his back on her. She unholstered her energy cannon and pressed it to the Predacon's back. She suddenly felt her grip loosen as her hands were pulled apart by the power of Press's gravity control. Her fingers were bending back agonizingly. She dropped to her knees in pain. Her hands were now bent perpendicular to her wrists and she felt the wrist blades poking through her palms.
Dagger slipped though the shadows, hovering around the three Maximals and waiting for an opening. They were capable fighters, but would fall before him and Cloak, as legions had before them.
The vulture paused a moment as he slipped closer. He had the strange feeling he was being…not watched, but something else and he didn’t like it.
From across the room Cloak sensed his double’s concern. They fell back a bit and glanced around to locate this mysterious new threat. Cloak noted the giant eyeball hovering by the window just before it struck.
Dagger was fast enough to leap out of the way as an immense jaw snapped down on the side of the building. Fluffy recoiled and spit the building metal out. Then sorted though the pile of scrap to recover his trophy, the vulture’s arm, which he quickly gobbled down.
It’s uncanny how well you can aim even when depending on smell alone.
[Inside]
With a series of quick metallic thunks, Grapple reloaded his shotgun ports and charged. He blasted away, filling the air with shot and his own enraged screaming. “DIE” he bellowed at the top of his lungs. Switchblade dove for cover, as did Solarflare, the overturned table behind which they’d sheltered shredding to bits around them. Switchblade winced in pain as individual pellets ricocheted off the wall behind her, biting deep into her skin. Close by, Solarflare armed one of his few remaining charges.
“Switchblade!” he yelled above the din. “I’ve…”
With a resounding crack, the battered table burst in two, Grapple’s knobby fist seeming to materialize where only moments before there had been wood. Another meaty hand flashed out to the finch ‘bot, striking him viciously in the head. The force of the impact sent Solarflare sliding across the tiled floor. In mid slide the charge slipped and fell unarmed to the floor.
“Hey Ugly!” Rita bellowed from across the room. A pair of green energy disks lanced by, hitting the wall above Grapples quickly bowed head, and sending cheap drywall flecks everywhere. A second pair of green disks followed them, one tearing a deep gouge in the tortoise’s left arm. The smoldering Predacon whipped the injured arm around and fired a shot at Rita’s head. The Mink dove, but found little cover in the small room. Lightning fast she brought her blasters back to bear…just in time to be hit full force with a thrown chair. Momentarily stunned, the grotesque ‘bot leaped at Rita, training his shotgun ports on the way down.
He would have fired, but for the long fiery slash that opened up across his back.
Grapple whirled around, ports up. Switchblade stood directly in his path, vibro-knife ready. Rita was safe for the moment, but Switchblade had to completely expose herself in the bargain. The realization of what she'd done dawned in an instant. Grapple, a sadistic sneer plastered across his face, pulled the trigger.
Switchblade made her peace with the universe…
Click
Click
But nothing happened.
Grapple had run out of ammo.
The scarred Predacon swore once and then uncurled his thick fingers. The perverted grin still lined his features. “Guess we’ll have to take this outside and finish it the old fashioned way, huh?” he snarled. Switchblade was at a loss.
With a speed hardly to be imagined from someone so large Grapple charged a last time. This time head first toward the badger ‘bot. Switchblade slashed with the knife, raking the blade across the General’s chest. But it was too little too late. The two collided, and she gasped as Grapple’s steely arms closed hard around her, almost crushing her lungs. Grapple’s momentum took over then, carrying the pair across the rest of the room and crashing through the far window.
Glass shattered. They suddenly became weightless. They fell five stories down, picking up speed until they hid bottom with a gut wrenching crash.
Then came the silence. For nearly a minute, neither moved. For a minute, it seemed that both were gone. But then, slowly, Grapple rose. The tortoise loomed over the shocked Switchblade, nothing but a blackened silhouette in the light of the parking lots street lamps.
He laughed. It was a rough, raw thing. But he did it anyway.
“Get up sweetling,” he growled, delivering a sharp blow to the courier’s midsection. Switchblade doubled up and rolled over in pain. Groggily she managed to pull herself to her knees, though every molecule in her body screamed in agony. Grapple only waited for her, gently tracing the patch of discolored metal just above his right collarbone, where the femme had once tried to slit his throat through the armor.
“Get up,” he repeated. “I’m going to make good on my promise you little wretch. I’m going to rip you apart bit by bit, while your so called ‘friends’ watch from distance,” The notion made him smile. “And after that I’m going to do your boyfriend up there. Beat him within an inch of his life, and then choke him to death on your left over body parts!” Grapple’s optics seemed to gleam with anticipation. He paused to laugh at his intentions. Switchblade searched for her vibro-blade and found it crushed at her feet. Her gun was empty, and her throwing knives gone.
She wanted to run, to find a weapon, or a way to escape. Anything. Her legs refused to take her, though, and her mouth froze. When she did finally speak, only five words managed to escape. And they were not of the escaping type.
“Show me what you’ve got,” she whispered.
Grapple grinned.
Nocticia could feel her wristblades coming forward threatening to slice through her hands like a hot knife through butter. "Let her go and maybe they'll be able to re-assemble you when I'm finished with you," Cross said putting his sword to Press's throat. Her wrist blades poked through the palms of her hands excruciatingly. Her mechfluid began to drip out of her body. She had to do something fast. With all her will, she thrust her legs forward and swept Press's legs out from under him. The Predacon fell to the ground but not before half his face got the closest shave ever from Press's sword. He released his hold on her and she pulled out her nailguns. Out of 20, he blocked 15. She watched five of the squid's tenticles squirm under the nails.
Turning to Cross, she said, "My Knight in shining armor," and kissed him gently but lovingly on the cheek. Just then, Press grabbed Cross with his tenticle and squeezed him. His sword dropped to the ground. Nocticia grabbed her energy cannon and leapt forPress who just tossed her aside with five times normal gravity.
Both Cloak and Dagger clutched their arms in pain, a weak croak barely escaping their lips. It was Dagger's arm that dripped mech-fluid, but the lion too felt his partner's pain. One of Cloak's arms now dangled helplessly by the side, while a gaping hole was present in the vulture's side. Too bad Fluffy did not get the arm with the tracer-bomb on it.
"You..."
"...will pay..."
"...for this..."
"Yeah, yeah. We've heard that many many times," shrugged Mimi flippantly, as she re-cocked her MK-5. She squeezed the trigger, and filled the room with bullets. It was not her aim that was lacking, rather, it was the fact that Cloak and Dagger had the uncanny ability to teleport wherever they wished. One moment they were standing in the middle of the room, the next there was nothing but the bullet-ridden floorboards.
"Stow that slagging gun!" barked Buckshot. "You wanna get us all shot?"
There was a flicker of black, and then a lamp shattered, joining the broken bottle pieces on the ground. And another. And another. The dusky orange was replaced with a smothering darkness. The only light came from out of the windows, from the street-lamps below. And it was severely lacking.
Querion peered around, his grip on the sabre tightening. Their backs were against the wall, but when the enemy could be anywhere and everywhere, it did not matter where they stood. The wolf-bot started as a voice, or rather voices, spoke out to his right.
"We know..."
"...of you..."
"...Honour-bound warrior..."
"...Streetwise thug..."
"...Promiscuous femme..."
Querion heard Mimi growl at that comment, but the voices carried on, each one continuing part of the sentence.
"...And the mutant..."
Two greenish blades appeared in the darkenss, waving about hypnotically, and the Maximal felt fire. Fire in his chest, as the blade sank itself deep into his left. Another blade stabbed the wall next to his face, close enough for the wolf-bot to feel the heat emanating from the wicked weapons, to feel the Predacons' proximity to them. Querion lashed out, but he only met air. Even Fluffy could only frown, afraid to attack, as Cloak and Dagger's scents did not stay in the same place for more than a second.
The Preds were toying with them! Drawing delight as they foundered, till they gave up, till they surrendered both mind and body. Such cruel entertainment they enjoyed from their prey, feeding on the fear that paralysed the Maximals. This was no capture mission; it was shoot-to-kill.
"Timber!" cried Querion, as he started for the door, the she-wolf the only thing on his mind right now. The wolf-bot fell back, felled by a kick to the solar plexus. He felt hands holding him up, and a harsh voice berating him in the ear.
"F*ck it! Have you gone all Weede?! What are you thinking? Charging around the place like that?!"
"Need to find Timber... She might need help."
"And we don't?" spat Buckshot. But the rottweiler voice was mingled with concern, concern over a certain femme. "We'll deal with these clowns first, then we go around saving the darn world."
Solarflares eyes grew wide as he watched from above. He looked around the room frantically and then back out the window grasbing his head. The finch finally walked to the back of the room. "What are you doing?" Rita said as the finch began to run.
Down below grapple had kicked switchblade to the ground as she tryed to get up. Out of no where Grapple was struck down by a gold flying object. Solarflare had used his beast mode most of the way down but reverted to robot mode in time to kick Grapple directly in the head. THe tortiose hit the ground hard and pushed himself up with his hands in a dazed postion. Solarflare didn't get to good of a landing earler as he struggled to get up. He looked over and saw Switchblade and his pain faded away. "You son of a bitch!" Solarflare cried pulling both of his guns out. "I am gonna tear your spark out personally." The finch said running and jump kicking grabble as he struggled to get up.
THe turtle simply fell over and laughed. "Ohh big tough little man now? Gonna save your girlfriend." Solarflare sstopped him from talking by firing several rounds directly in the preds face. He fell backwards and squirmed for a minute before jumping u[ and punching Solarflare in the chest sending him back several feet. "Maybe i will have to change my plan, maybe the female can watch her might warrior get ripped apart." With that grapple charged Solarflare as the finch fired round after round into Grapple but it didn't stop him from tackling the bird and holding him up in a bear hug.
"AHHHHH" Solarflare moaned as grapple squezzed tighter and tighter. The only thing he had left was an explosive on his wrist witch was stuffed in grapples chest. He struggled and removed the detonator but it was shaken loose when grapple rammed himself into a wall. The finch coughed and struggled for breath. The detonator landed and broke in pieces. "Switch...*cough* help..." Thats all he could manage as he was rammed into the wall again. It was getting harder and harder to breath. "Help... switch..." He weezed again..
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Mimi leaned up agains the rear wall. "THis is horeshit!" The cat said grabbing her firestorm cannon and began to spray in every direction but the maximals. The cannon suddenly stopped and she looked down seeing it cut in two. The cat seemed to loose at as she dropped the cannon and slid down the wall. with her hands in her head.
"WHAT THE PRIMUS FOR SAKEN SLAG ARE YOU DOING!" Buckshot said. "Get up before you get sliced in half." The cat however did not move. Cloak appeared in front of the cat and smiled.
"Sucker." SHe said. he broadsword was out in a flash and she stabbed the bot in the thigh. Cloak yelled in suprise and teleported out. "How are we gonna kill these bitches." Mimi said holding her boradsword and waving it back and worth.
Trance's optics widened as he saw the cat charge him, her swords swinging at him. Trance let out a curse and raised his plasma shotgun again, firing off a blast, but Rapier dodged it and pounced at Trance. Trance managed to duck and roll to the side, one of the swords nearly cutting off his left arm. he knew his shotgun wasn't doing it, so he replced it with one of his disruptors. He threw it at Rapier, and it made contact, the disruptor sticking to Rapier as it took effect. Rapier slowed down and grimaced as a fourth of her energon was drained from her body. Trance acted swiftly and knocked the swords from Rapier with his plasma pistol. Suddenly, th disruptor fell to the ground and Rapier fell to a knee. Trance withdrew his plasma shotgun and walked over to the downed Pred.
"How do ya like that you slagiin' piece of...."
Before Trance could finish, Rapier grabbed one of her swords and pounced on Trance, knocking the shotgun out of his hands, then slashing the sword across Trance's chest, leaving a long, sparking tear. Rapier fell onto Trance, who fell backwards. Tehy ended up in a position that had Rapier's sword against Trance's throat and Trance's fist right in front of Rapier's face.
Rapier smircked and looked Trance striaght in the eye. "You should watch your enemy more closely next time."
"I'll make sure to do that. But not that that really matters now."
Trance let a sly grin come over his face as he activated the laser beam on his gauntlets, which went right through Rapier's right optic, causing her to howl in pain and back off of Trance, holding her face in pain. Rapier managed to overcome the pain and charged at Trance again, but by the time she got to Trance, Trance had picked up his shotgun and had it aimed straight at her face.
"Now, do you really want to f***ed up? Cause I can do it for you, if you really want it."
Press let out a horrible laugh, letting it be known that he felt he was winning by far. Just then a though clicked in his head... that other Maximal had not disappeared... he must be somewhere. Press' head snaps backwards, and up, to see a figure barreling down towards him at high speeds. He thrusts his gravity field outward, causing Scope to smash into the ground under incredible force. There is a sickening crunch as Scope is smashed into the road.
He struggles to pick his head up and get a good view of Press. The Pred stood merely 4 feet away, a triumphant sneer plastered across his face.
"Surrender Maximals, and I may give you a swift death. Otherwise your friend will slowly have the life squeezed out of him and you will likely come to a similar demise," Press says matter-of-factly. Scope lets out a defiant grunt in response. It looks as though he is straining himself severely, but is not moving at all. Press chuckles derisively and tightens his grip on Cross.
Suddenly, Scope's leg shoots up to come level with Press' knee, and his foot jets activate. A stream of superheated air blasts Press' leg at point blank. Press howls in agony, and momentarily releases his gravity grip, and loosens his tentacle's grip on Cross. Nocticia and Cross leap into action, but Scope seems to have a problem with standing. In the action of moving his leg at high speeds in 5 times gravity Scope had snapped several of the internal servos in his right leg. His left leg had suffered damage from Buster's attack, making both rather weak.
Scope suck solace in the fact that Press' knee had literally melted under the extreme heat, and Cross and Nocticia were attacking him viciously. Scope takes a deep breath and attempts to stand again. Using mostly his arms, he manages to pull himself into an upright position. Letting out a grunt of paina nd consternation he converts to beast mode and soars into the air. He prepares to swoop in and rip Press' face to shreds, but first waits a few moments to see if Nocticia and Cross would even need his help.
Scope then remembers the psychotic penguin that remained standing calmly to one side. Surely that little thing had something in mind.
Nocticia looked up from Press at the fluttering birdy maximal in the air. Her face was covered in mechfluid and she already felt the effects on her system. She'd only had transmetal II mechfluid one other time and the taste was absolutely heavenly. She could feel additional power flowing through her body and as she saw her temporary commrades, she had a thought. A devious one at that. She had what could be called a master plan. And she would implement it now, by continuing the ravaging of this Press fellow. She grabbed his tenticle and began pulling it tight around the squid's throat.
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