Fireblade: Three

[Grimlock]

Grimlock soars over the battlefield, towards the last known coordinates of the Evil Prime, malice in his lasercore. He is definitely Not Happy. This Evil Rodimus has taken one of his brothers--the only brother he has here--down in cold blood, as the humans say. Grimlock wants revenge, and he wants it bad.

[Rodimus Prime-3]

A lone flaming Winnebago drives the streets below. If Grimlock things back, he may remember that his Rodimus reported accompanying the newly arrived Optimus. If this Rodimus's lone status were not clue enough, however, there is the strange way light works around him, darkening in the immediate area and making him seem to gleam all the brighter.

He heads now, towards the last reported co-ordinates of his alternate.

[Airazor]

As Airazor passes over this area, she notices Grimlock, and the fast-approaching Rodimus. She can also see that Rodimus is alone...not a good sign. She fires off a radio update and keeps wheeling above, a hawk watching its prey.

OOC: Skippable until/if Rodimus or Grimlock wish to acknowledge her.

[Grimlock]

Grimlock spots the RV. The communications with Rodimus-1 note that he should not be here yet, so... This must be the faker. This must be the scum that destroyed Slag.

Grimlock pushes himself higher in the air, trying to keep pace with the Winnebago, and then drops, slowly thrusting in the direction the evil Prime is driving.

Remember when Grimlock dropped in on Long Haul, Sideburn, and Firebolt? This is kinda like that, only bigger.

BOOM! Impact!

Grimlock has landed in Rodimus' trailer.

The Dinobot bellows: "Me Grimlock going to KILL YOU!" He then raises his sword overhead, aiming to stab into Rodimus' engine block as it comes down.

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OOC: Crashing into Rodimus-3 done with player permission.

[Rodimus Prime-3]

The impact into his trailer jerks the Prime into two as trailer separates from body and leg-portions jerk free. The two-wheeled rolls forward fast enough to avoid Grimlock's falling sword, then spins around as Rodimus transforms. He pulls himself upright, hands clenched, optics narrowed as his expression twists into one of fury. He stares at the remains of his trailer, speechless for rage for just a moment.

Then, suddenly, the darkness around Rodimus intensifies to the point that, close to his body, the area directly behind him can no longer be seen, but Rodimus's own colors are as brilliant as ever. His fists clench and he looks from the wreckage up to Grimlock. The blackness flairs higher, further from his body for a moment, and his optics glow brilliantly.

"That. Was your last. Mistake."

[Grimlock]

Grimlock smirks internally. So the monster can be hurt!

"Me Grimlock no make mistakes when it come to battle!"

Ooooh, shiny red optics... Grimlock grips his blade, feeling his righteous fury growing, perhaps even tainting into general hatred. Grimlock doesn't care. He just wants to sink his blade into this wretched excuse for a Prime's lasercore and twist it until the very spark of life leaves this demon's eyes!

Grimlock howls, charging after the Prime. His sword raises overhead, swinging down for the Prime's shoulder.

[Rodimus Prime-3]

Not only is the Prime incredibly powerful, physically, he's also more agile than all but a few.

So when he doesn't even move to dodge, one must only assume it's intentional.

The sword bites into the top of his right shoulder, and then goes no farther, for it is at that point that Prime's right hand shoots up and holds it firmly in place.

The right corner of his mouth pulls up, taunting. "I beg to differ," he answers before closing his hand around the sword. The energy previously blasted towards his opponents is this time channeled up the sword towards Grimlock, a black energy surging swiftly towards him.

The smirk turns into a full grin as he waits to see the results.

[Grimlock]

Grimlock head-tilts at the Rodimus, but it's soon too late before he realizes what's going on. The energy has him, wrapping around his structure, scorching his form, getting inside and burning him like fire on a wooden structure.

Grimlock lets go of his sword, collapsing on the ground in pain. Something he's never really felt in such excess, all over his body. Grimlock panics, trying roll around and put himself out, but making the pain worse, causing him to scream out in torment. The screams continue for a short while, even getting off a short plea on the radio for help before he becomes a charred mess on the ground like Slag.

[Rodimus Prime-3]

Rodimus Prime looks lets his optics close at the glorious sound of screaming, then opens them when it's over and smiles down at the charred wreckage of Grimlock. He flips the sword in his hand, catching it by his hilt, and says, "Three," both out loud and over the radio.

Then he adds, "You took my trailer, so I'll keep the sword." And with that he steps over the body and starts to walk forward.

[Airazor]

Airazor gasps at the sight of Grimlock getting torched. She had seen the damage to Skyblast, but hadn't seen its cause... That is a horrible weapon.

With a cry, she transforms and darts down to try to do something to help Grimlock, forgetting the danger to herself.

[Rodimus Prime-3]

You know, sneak attacks work so much better when you don't cry out while attacking. Not that Rodimus is always easy to take off-guard, anyway.

He turns and looks up at the falling hawk and raises his left hand, the one not holding a sword. His fist is clenched, and this time, rather than a blast of dark energy, he uses the electroblasts from his exhaust pipes.

"Insect," he sneers out loud.

[Airazor]

Airazor's only starting to reply to her Rodimus on the radio when she notices the blasts heading her way. She tries to twist away from them...too late!

"Aaah!" Pain shoots through her as the electroblasts fry her right arm and across her back. Metal skin and pseudo-organic feathers fry and crackle and the jets on her back overheat and blow themselves out. Even as she's tumbling to the ground, systems shock run through the still-intact circuits back to her CPU. She feels the impact with the ground, but various systems are shutting down, unable to handle the shock. The emptiness of stasis lock is almost bliss at this point.

[Rodimus Prime-3]

Rodimus Prime lowers his arm.

"Four."

He turns and walks away.

OOC: Out of thread.