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Blowin' Off Steam
Razorclaw spun around to face the rage filled bull but he had no time to react. Tantrum's metal horns and armoured head crashed into the black and yellow lion. Tantrum's deadly horns penetrated Razorclaw's armour and the heavy head of the bull flung his commander into the air. The Predacons watched in shock as Tantrum commenced another charge before the lion had even returned to the ground. Again the bull's horns pierced the lion's shoulder as its crashing head weakened his commander's armour further. The Predacon lion screeched along the ground, tumbling head over heels at the blow until he came to a stop in the debris. Catching Razorclaw off-guard was a rare event as Tantrum's approach was masked by the chattering Predacons and Headstrong's vile emission. Razorclaw was off-guard no more.
Razorclaw: “Tantrum! Stand down!”
Tatrum: “Blow it out your exhaust Razorclaw!”
Tantrum began another charge but this time, Razorclaw was low to the ground ready. As Tantrum approached, Razorclaw leapt high into the air and took a precision swipe at the neck joint of the armoured bull. Razorclaw's razor sharp claws dug deep gashes in the armour of Tantrum and exposed delicate gearing, but it was nowhere near enough to stop the raging bull. As Razorclaw arced over Tantrum, the bull thrust all his weight forward and kicked his hind feet high. The blow landed square in Razorclaw's side, sending the commander crashing painfully into what was left of a wall. The wall shattered when Razorclaw smashed into it and dust filled the air. A few meters away, Headstrong squinted his optic visor, struggling to see through the dust and debris.
Tantrum showed no sign of slowing down as rage flooded his every circuit. Electricity began to crackle around his horns and he unleashed his fury through his head-mounted arsenal. Lightning shot from each of his horns and torn into Razorclaw's beast form. Razorclaw convulsed in pain, but Tantrum would not cease his assault.
Tantrum: “How're you liking this, boss?! Huh?!? How're you liking this!?!”
Divebomb looked at Headstrong with concern but his colleague was just chuckling to himself.
Divebomb: “Uh, somebody should really stop this, doncha think?”
Headstrong waved off Divebomb's concern.
Headstrong: “Nah. They're just blowin' off steam Divebomb. Besides, this is fun.”
Blowin' Off Steam
Razorclaw spun around to face the rage filled bull but he had no time to react. Tantrum's metal horns and armoured head crashed into the black and yellow lion. Tantrum's deadly horns penetrated Razorclaw's armour and the heavy head of the bull flung his commander into the air. The Predacons watched in shock as Tantrum commenced another charge before the lion had even returned to the ground. Again the bull's horns pierced the lion's shoulder as its crashing head weakened his commander's armour further. The Predacon lion screeched along the ground, tumbling head over heels at the blow until he came to a stop in the debris. Catching Razorclaw off-guard was a rare event as Tantrum's approach was masked by the chattering Predacons and Headstrong's vile emission. Razorclaw was off-guard no more.
Razorclaw: “Tantrum! Stand down!”
Tatrum: “Blow it out your exhaust Razorclaw!”
Tantrum began another charge but this time, Razorclaw was low to the ground ready. As Tantrum approached, Razorclaw leapt high into the air and took a precision swipe at the neck joint of the armoured bull. Razorclaw's razor sharp claws dug deep gashes in the armour of Tantrum and exposed delicate gearing, but it was nowhere near enough to stop the raging bull. As Razorclaw arced over Tantrum, the bull thrust all his weight forward and kicked his hind feet high. The blow landed square in Razorclaw's side, sending the commander crashing painfully into what was left of a wall. The wall shattered when Razorclaw smashed into it and dust filled the air. A few meters away, Headstrong squinted his optic visor, struggling to see through the dust and debris.
Tantrum showed no sign of slowing down as rage flooded his every circuit. Electricity began to crackle around his horns and he unleashed his fury through his head-mounted arsenal. Lightning shot from each of his horns and torn into Razorclaw's beast form. Razorclaw convulsed in pain, but Tantrum would not cease his assault.
Tantrum: “How're you liking this, boss?! Huh?!? How're you liking this!?!”
Divebomb looked at Headstrong with concern but his colleague was just chuckling to himself.
Divebomb: “Uh, somebody should really stop this, doncha think?”
Headstrong waved off Divebomb's concern.
Headstrong: “Nah. They're just blowin' off steam Divebomb. Besides, this is fun.”