Damn, this little mech was fast. Tendrils smashed into the metal floor just mere inches from where Dominus once stood, the massive monster of a mech, framed body twisting quickly around to try and keep those optics trained on his quickly moving target.
"YOU WILL NOT WIN THIS FIGHT, DOMINUS AMBUS!!"
Once again those tendrils took off in the direction he'd slid, skittering and smashing away the debris left in the creature's wake. He was slow, but what he lacked in speed he had in strength, those bullet blasts seemed to only set the monstrous enforcer back for a few seconds before those injured plates seemed to rotate and shift, producing a fresh new side to the metal pieces, and now there was six very angry optics all trained on the mech hidden behind his desk.
Bullets ricocheted off the tendrils as they slithered on, stabbing through the desk, wood splintering everywhere.
"You are not Vos, you are but a mere pet, a creature who's purpose was to serve, and serve me you shall, little turbo fox. Either you take my form and work under my leadership, or you die, and I will ensure that it is incredibly painful.."
Steam bellowed out of the massive creature and quickly filled the room with a strong, fog-like haze, only those bright optics seemed to cut through the dense fog lifting into the air around the two mechs. He was angry, and now, he meant business. But so did Dominus too, it seemed. Hunched at the ready, Dire Magnus eyed the massive gun resting in the other mech's hands.
"I'll give you plenty of reasons to be afraid."
He sprinted forward with thunderous steps that shook the entire room, blast after blast into his chest plating seemed to stagger the snarling creature but it just didn't seem to be enough. That massive maw seemed to dislocated and separate with a sickening squelch, energon drooling down his cheeks. Fire raged inside the dire wraith's belly and with a hiss and a screech of anger at another laser blast scratched his side, a single but strong beam of light shot past that gaping maw aimed directly at the rest of the table, sending s rocketing explosion of wood and metal and fire that quickly caught the room around them in the overwhelming heat.
He didn't know if he'd hit Dominus from behind the table, but it didn't matter now, he was ready to fight regardless if Dominus lay dead or alive in the rubble of the crumbling, debris filled room. HIs shadow only seemed to loom over the wreckage, optics darting this way and that to scan for the former DJD member.
"You think your petty little weaponry can take me down? you'd be sadly mistaken, Dominus. You haven't seen everything that I can do just quite yet. But you will, and you'll regret ever firing at me."
That was too close. He'd narrowly been missed by the tentacle crashing through the desk, and now his visibility was down...he was listening carefully to every movement, feeling the vibrations in the ground when the other moved, trying to pay attention to every little detail even more so now that he couldn't see anything.
"Minimus, I know you're inside this somewhere. So if you can hear me in there...this was not what I had in mind when I said we needed to 'spend more time together'."
A hiss of pain came from the turbofox - he'd managed to avoid most of the blast, but a searing pain was coming from his leg. He must have gotten grazed by it, or maybe even just been way too close. The heat and force of the explosion didn't go unnoticed at all either…his poor hab's gonna need a complete overhaul.
He listened to the wraith try to discredit him, to threaten him. Listen in the sense that it enters his audio processors, not in the sense that he took any of it too seriously.
"…hm. You may be right about one thing. I wasn't a DJD member."
His firepower seemed to be doing less and less to keep the other back. If he couldn't keep attacking him at a distance...it might be time to try something stupid. Dominus does his best to silently move away under cover of fog...
The sound of metal plates shifting came from a far corner of the room.
"And if it's a pet you want...I'll show you a Pet."
As soon as he transformed, some residual Pet instincts start to kick in, and while usually he'd be fighting them, this time they might just be his last resort. His beast mode had it's own built in weapons, and whether it was a good idea or not...he was gonna use them.
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