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re_alignment_logs2012-07-08 07:23 pm
herodecoded) wrote in re_alignment_logs2012-07-08 07:23 pm
The Cold Resolve of Steel
WHO: Dinobot and anyone
WHERE: By the lambada
WHEN: Just after the invasion
WHAT: Dinobot goes samurai mode
WARNINGS: Some battle carnage
Dinobot heard the call from Vector Prime. His feelings on the self-proclaimed Prime were still dubious, at best. However, the Vector had a point when he mentioned they had a duty to this Cybertron. It wasn't his own Cybertron, but with the fragility of time he knew it could easily alter the hundreds of other Cybertrons. He himself was not sure exactly what future he wanted, but he knew these...invaders from the lambada threatened the existence of any future.
Nothing more needed to be said, he took up his sword and went straight to the coordinates. Make no mistake, he wasn't a team player. He came to fight for himself, for his honor. Already he spotted the teeming number of mechanical monstrosities. They had no place on this Cybertron or any Cybertron. Sword and tail-shield at the ready, he charged the nearest hideous mech, running them through with his sword. Already it had gained the attention of the others.
The Maximal took light footing when taking on the others. He bobbed and weaved through the onslaught of attacks, taking out only one or three at a time. He knew he couldn't fight them all. This warrior was in over his head. He hoped he could fight off enough for the rest to hold off.
WHERE: By the lambada
WHEN: Just after the invasion
WHAT: Dinobot goes samurai mode
WARNINGS: Some battle carnage
Dinobot heard the call from Vector Prime. His feelings on the self-proclaimed Prime were still dubious, at best. However, the Vector had a point when he mentioned they had a duty to this Cybertron. It wasn't his own Cybertron, but with the fragility of time he knew it could easily alter the hundreds of other Cybertrons. He himself was not sure exactly what future he wanted, but he knew these...invaders from the lambada threatened the existence of any future.
Nothing more needed to be said, he took up his sword and went straight to the coordinates. Make no mistake, he wasn't a team player. He came to fight for himself, for his honor. Already he spotted the teeming number of mechanical monstrosities. They had no place on this Cybertron or any Cybertron. Sword and tail-shield at the ready, he charged the nearest hideous mech, running them through with his sword. Already it had gained the attention of the others.
The Maximal took light footing when taking on the others. He bobbed and weaved through the onslaught of attacks, taking out only one or three at a time. He knew he couldn't fight them all. This warrior was in over his head. He hoped he could fight off enough for the rest to hold off.
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Slowly, he hoisted himself up from his resting place. Enough idling. He turned to the frozen monsters. Stabbing them at the moment wouldn't be honorable.
But the girl was right. Strategy was needed.
"They are coming from the same accursed place we were drawn from. We must stem the tide of the arrivals, if not at least divert their attention away from the others."
He went into his battle stance.
"When we have drawn them away, you must go."