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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.]

[Text]

- Jak
- Ironhide
- Phoenix
- Razer

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[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

[He shudders at the strike to the hole in his chest. It didn't hurt necessarily. But that didn't mean he had no feeling there. And being struck didn't help. He pants, searching his pockets for the shiv he so carefully crafted.

With the blade in hand, he aims a stomp at the hole in Ironhide's chest.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He tries to hit it again. Off of him--has to get him off. But the pain is still there, matching the pulse of his spark.

Wiring sparks, and fluid spurts--not enough to worry him. He concentrates on bypassing the pain long enough to hit his enemy.]

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

[Ganondorf gets to his feet, and kicks at Ironhide's exposed wiring.]

Time to give it up, Ironhide. Surrender and keep what little dignity your pitiful race has.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He snarls in answer, glowering. He struggles, doing his best to try and rise.]

I... did not submit to the Decepticons... I will not submit to you.

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

[Ganondorf doesn't know what a Decepticon is, but perhaps you should have, Ironhide.]

Naughty, naughty, Ironhide. Lay down and take your punishment like a good little lamb.

[Another kick at the hole in Ironhide's chest.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He's never surrendered before--not unless ordered to stand down. His vocals cut into static for a moment, as another spasm of pain shakes his frame. The kick doesn't help. He hits the ground.]

I... refuse.

[His hands grasp at the ground, fighting to rise again.]

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

[He kneels next to Ironhide, his eyes scanning the plates to see where the best place to put it. When he decides, he takes the shiv and begins carving into the metal.]

Your kind have a sigil, do they not?

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He shifts his weight, lashing out with a fist as best he can, when he feels the point on his armor. He does not answer the question, in favor of another, more pained, snarl.]

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

[Ganondorf stopped his work long enough to bat Ironhide's fist away. The more he struggled, the harder and deeper Ganondorf stabbed the shiv into his armor as he continued to carve a very particular symbol (http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m33/ZeldaGamer21/GerudoSymbol.jpg) into the autobot's armor.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[His armor is thick, heavy-duty metal plates covered in long welded seams that pass for scars on the Autobot. Getting deep would be difficult. And he continues to thrash, to try and fight back. He refuses to lie down and take this, shoving at the organic now, in addition to struggling to rise against the stabbing pain in his chest.]

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

[He's realizing this, which is why he is stabbing into each slice he makes multiple times. Careful, Ironhide, Ganondorf will start to stab indiscriminately while he's trying to fend Ironhide off and it might stab into the gap in his chest.

Ironhide pushes Ganondorf away but the Gerudo manages to scramble back and resume his work]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He doesn't seem to be paying attention to where his enemy is stabbing, only that it's still going on while he struggles, growling. After a moment longer, however, the purpose appears to dawn on him. He stops. Optics shutter.

Then he starts shaking, a static-ridden sound escaping his vocal processor.

He's laughing. Sort of.]

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

[Ganondorf pays no mind to the laughter. Ironhide has stopped struggling and Ganondorf seizes the opportunity to finish his carving. When he's satisfied, he steps back to admire it.]

Enjoy your new sigil, Ironhide. I think it quite lovely.

[He tosses the shiv in the dirt and turns to leave, as he takes his communicator and puts a strike through Ironhide's name on his list.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He watches him leave, still laughing.]

... Enjoy it while it lasts. Organic fool.

[And now he'll busy himself dragging his aft into a standing position.]