Pounding away... -- The Streets of Cybertron

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Date Posted: 21:08:42 03/29/03 Sat
Author: T3-Zero
Subject: Pounding away...
In reply to: Fulcrumm 's message, "No Time to be Gentle." on 20:05:02 03/11/03 Tue

..with the spiked knuckle he seemed ignorant of the others as they quickly fled in their own directions. The corner of his lip curled into a snarl as he gave a yell forcing the spike through the armor of the bug's head between the neck and shouders and twisted causing the hole to widden and damage whatever 'brain' the bugs were considered to have. It let out a screech jerking it's head back and bucked him off causing him to loose his grip and go sailing through the air. He landed heavily on the paved streets with a sound of hollow metal scrapping against cement, some ten feet away. He flopped to the ground face down and groaned. The bug seemed more occupied in its own prediciment then wanting to follow after him as it jerked its head side to side, it's circuits probably fried and damaged.
Leaving the bug to deal with it's own problems he stood up brushing his blonde hair back behind his armored shoulders and turned his attention towards the others.
It was then he realized just how alone he was. Shaking his head clear, his helmeted forhead rested in his hand for a moment. Other than the screeches of the bug he seemed generally alone in this particular part of the streets.
It was then his ears caught the sound of footfalls and his head turned to catch Shaper dash off following the other two.
With a faint shrug to himself he lept down to the lower level and followed some distance behind.

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