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[kingofthisworld]

Since I'm sure the players in this little farce are just anxious to know how the next scene will unfold, I believe it is time for Act Two to begin.

[A pause, as he laughs softly.]

Ironhide, you're next.

[There is an edit to this post sometime later.]

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- Jak
- Ironhide
- Phoenix
- Razer

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[heavyweaponsbot]

[Deck three? What was on deck three?]

I will come when I am ready. You do not order me.

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

Do not keep me waiting too long. I promise, you will not like my reaction.

[heavyweaponsbot]

I will do what I please.

[But he'll go anyway. And take his sweet time.]

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

[Ganondorf's waaaaiting. Come on, Ironhide, hurry up. Or you won't get your present before Uncle Redd whisks him off to the brig. And then you'll be left waiting and wondering just what he has planned for you.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Somehow, he thinks he'd be better off not knowing.

But even so, he shows up eventually, on his guard. He really... really wishes his cannons were here. If only for the intimidation factor. Now to find this annoying little organic.]

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

[Ganondorf shouldn't be too difficult to spot. He's standing by the stream, hands clasped behind his back.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He stops a good few yards away, watching him. He has little doubts the other knows he's there--Ironhide was never stealthy--but he doesn't announce himself.]

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

[He hears Ironhide approach and he spares the autobot a glance.]

I was beginning to wonder if you were going to show. Of course, I understand if you were afraid.

[Ganondorf turns after a moment and Ironhide might notice that Ganondorf is not looking at his face, instead he's studying the loose wires.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He does notice, and draws himself up, arms braced. Normally, this would be where he would power on his cannons.]

I am not afraid of you, nor any other sentient being. In any universe.

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

[That's a waste of time, Ironhide. Ganondorf knows you have no weapons. For once, he thanks Captain Redd for making this so much easier for him.

He shrugs.]

No matter. As I've said once before, the fearless can be maimed just as easily as the cowards.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[More than anything, it's a force of habit. It also keeps his fists prepared. Just in case.]

You really think I fear pain? You think you can do worse to me than what I have already endured over millennia?

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

You needn't be afraid, Ironhide. Only aware.

[He hms to himself before reaching out to grab at one of the loose wires and tug experimentally.]

I wonder what would happen if I yanked this out.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He steps back, hopefully out of range, his engine growling.]

I would retaliate. Your facial bones would not survive.

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

Oh no, we cannot have that, now can we?

[He moves closer to Ironhide and looks as though he's examining the wires carefully. Now he's no expert on anatomy of any sentient being. But he'll just grab at what he thinks controls Ironhide's arms and yank with all his might.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He snarls, some of the wiring pulling free. Drops of fluid spurt out and he twists, trying to ram his shoulder into Ganondorf's face.]

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

[Ganondorf pivots out of Ironhide's path, pressing a hand into the autobot's back and shoving him forward. But not without grabbing another handful of the dangling wires and yanking.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He turns, swinging a heavy fist back toward Ganondorf's arm as he does to. There's only so many surface wires. He just has to break the other's arm, shove him away.]

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

[There's too much momentum and not enough time for Ganondorf to dodge completely. Ironhide's fist strikes him and the pain is sharp as it travels down his arm and settles in his elbow.

He bares his teeth. No more games. He lunges at Ironhide, ignoring how his arm protested and tries to reach a hand under the metal plating and tear out what he can.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He snarls right back. This is ridiculous--and should end. He braces himself for the lunge, and throws his weight back against the organic's, aiming to bash his head against Ganondorf's.

There's not much under his immediate paneling, save for the gap in his chest armor that never really got repaired.]

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

[He plants a hand, charged full of electric magic against Ironhide's head. His wrist bends at the weight, but doesn't give and he strains to push Ironhide back.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[... Well, that's different. He jerks his head back, and instead aims to kick Ganondorf's legs out from under him.]

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

[Ganondorf reaches down, catching Ironhide's leg. Any wiring here? If there is, he'll be tearing it out.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[A bit, and he tears his leg free, shoving his weight forward at the organic, trying to knock him down on the ground, while raising a fist to strike him.]

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

[Ganondorf hit the ground with a grunt. He brought his arm up, to deflect Ironhide's punch away from his face before aiming a electrically charged blow at the gap in Ironhide's chest.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He twists, aiming another blow at Ganondorf's face--

And then jerks, his intakes gasping sharply. Sensitive circuits are in there, and the protective layer covering his spark chamber. Really should have gotten that fixed. He snarls, shuddering, systems scanning for pain receptors to shut them off and hit him again.]