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Post by Sentinel Prime on Jan 9, 2012 22:30:34 GMT -5
Jetfire is reaching out to embrace the thing that was once Sentinel Prime when Vortex's glue hits, cementing him into place. The glue sticks and burns, but he ignores it. He's built to tolerate heat and he's exactly where he wants to be. Now it's time to turn up the temperature and give his old commander a last blazing hug. "Goodbye, sir," he says softly, resting his forehead against the zombie's chest, his shoulders shaking with emotion. Then his flames blaze hotter, brighter, his body turning black, and the ground beneath his feet begins to crack and blacken. It's a good thing the arena bottom is made of bare dirt, because the air around Jetfire is quickly becoming hot enough to make anything flammable spontaneously ignite. This is definitely the saddest thing. Kudos, dude.
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