Snippet #1436815

“Oh, now the big bad femme acknowledges the lowly reformed Con?” The remark was bordering on snide, mostly taunting, but if she had learned anything about Nitro, she knew not to take it personally. That was his way of being friendly.

He took a step toward his leader and Axel. They were only about 100 feet away. But before he could take the measured leaps that would get him over there, something slammed into him hard and fast, throwing him through an enormous building and taking out two of its pillars in the process. It was an “old” building, his internet knowledge absentmindedly told him.

The Decepticon jet had transformed mid-tackle and was now bearing down on him with a cannon. He jerked his head to the side as a plasma blast obliterated the floor where it had previously rested, spraying him with shrapnel and causing minor damage to his shoulder. He thrust one arm up to keep the Con’s gun arm occupied while he thrust his left cannon straight into the chasis, delivering a stunning electric shock. It would’ve been fatal if the Con hadn’t used his arm to push Nitro’s cannon partially out of the way.

He rolled out from under the Decepticon and dug his claws into a sturdy section of his armor. Nitro drug him behind as he emerged from the hole in the wall at a sprint, ruby red optics doing a double take at the enormous helicopter that was bearing down on his two companions.

“Well, I was gonna use this one to bludgeon the rest, but I guess this works too,” He remarked, swinging the larger Decepticon around with a grunt and releasing it in the helicopter’s direction. If all went well the Con would collide with the heli blades, resulting in the serious injury if not death for both of them.

As an afterthought, Nitro pointed his right cannon at the pair as they collided and sent several bursts of plasma in their direction, adding to an already probable explosion.

“Two down, a dozen more to go.” He’d just spotted Axel having trouble with a tank as he turned and moved in to help, bearing down on it from the behind, but its back was just as heavily protected as its front. The only thing that was vulnerable was the legs, which Axel was already firing at.

He sprang up and put his full weight on the Con’s shoulders, which really didn’t do much good. Nevertheless, he stabilized himself using his legs and then slammed the laser dagger into one of the minute cracks in the Con’s armor, slicing through vital wires and processors. It wouldn’t be enough to kill the Con. Hopefully the combined distraction of Axel and Nitro attacking at once would keep the Con too busy to do anything about it as he pried off with difficulty its thick layer of armor.

“Now!” He growled at the femme, the armor clattering to the ground to reveal a much softer shell on its chest. From his position, any blast he gave it wouldn’t hit it at the right point to kill it. So it was all up to her. He slammed his cannon down on the tank’s head to keep its attention while she did her thing.

He was fairly proud of himself today. Not only was he kicking Con ass, but he was being a team player too.