Zepar listened from his rooftop perch.
âYou couldnât tell meâŚeven if you wanted to?â he asked, he takes out a picture and shows it to him, in the picture there was Scorchlock and Paradox together, looking rather happy.
âYou know how long I kept this?â he asked. âOnly to see you again and soccer punch me in the face!â he snapped activating his left forearm blade.
Because she stopped he was catching towards her a lot faster as he reached he transforms mid-air and lands and slows down.
He looks and sees the lab. âOh so this is where you were going to,â he said.
By the time she said that, she closed the door before he could enter, blocking it.
Zepar heard that and tensed, silently praying this wouldnât end with the clash of blades.
âWhat the hell!â Sidestrike snapped. âThe hell was that for!â he said as he tried to open the door.
SideStep walked through the halls, until he slumped against the wall.
âWho am I?â He wondered, holding his head in his hands.
âWhat happened to me?â
Forcep nods and sits down, sighing. The Great War never seemed to cease in unpleasantly surprising the tired old doctor.
Scorchlock tenses.
âI oughta take your whole d*mn head off,â he says. âThatâs what Impactorâd do. And Roadbuster. And- Primus, I donât even wanna think about what Whirlâd do if he got his claws on you.â
âYeah, that part weâre still figuring out the particulars of,â Rough admits.
âGreat,â Grommet scoffs. âMore ancient rubbish.â
âFrak yeah!â Sprocket cheers, jumping out of his seat and leaping over. He cranes his neck to look over every inch of the cube.
âman⌠Iâve never seen anything like it⌠hm, no glyphs- thatâs odd⌠also lacking some of the more complex aesthetics⌠probably significant, somehowâŚâ
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âOh Iâll be glad to see you try, Scorchlock!â he scoffs, taking a fighting stance only a Wrecker such as Scorchlock himself would recognize.
Zepar felt afraid for both Paradox and Scorchlock but was getting the sense this was a personal matter between them and restrained himself from jumping in.
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âWhat do you want?â
He asked, seemingly low on patience.
Sidestrike continued bugging the door. âOpen the door, for pirmusâs sake, what did I do?â he asked as he pushed harder and harder. (@Toa_Vladin)
Scorchlock still had yet to draw a weapon, and a crowd of onlookers had begun to gather.
âIndomitable couldnât do me in, Paradox,â Scorchlock scoffs. âNeither could Overlord, the crucible, or Darkmount Pass. You really think you can?â
âOh, nothing, nothing,â Facelift whimsically replies, waving his hand. âI was just out for a stroll and- as luck would have it- I ran into ya! Fancy that happening, huh? I mean, itâs a big shipâŚâ
Sprocket, Grommet, and the twins turn to look at the door, perplexed.
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âDo you have a point?â
He asked, rather irritated.
Broadwing tried to grab the wall panel off his tail, stretching both appendages as much as he could and failing to reach. He tried repeatedly, growing more frustrated. Eventually he gave up, lunging his tail forward and biting the scrap metal off, and spitting it on to the ground.
Zepar saw the crowd and kept an eye on them, he wasnât going to let a large battle happen if he could help it.
Please, people, stay out of this. he thought.
ââŚNah, not really,â Facelift admits with a shrug.
âWhile I am here, though, I do seem to recall you expressing an interest in my, ah, services back on launch day. I havenât been getting a lot of customers since then, so Iâve been just wandering around, gauging interests and what have youâŚâ
######ââŚIâll bet itâs that d*mn Salvo woman stealing my demographic- all ârisk-freeâ and âethicalâ and all that crapâŚâ he grumbles quietly to himself. âMaybe I should⌠hm⌠nono⌠maybe notâŚâ
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Paradox smirks. âSame here, Scorchlock, I survived them all,â he said, changing his fighting stance.
âIn short words, yes, I really think I can,â he said. âI killed many wreckers so donât be one of them in my list!â he then without hesitation swings his left forearm blade at Scorchlock.
âOpen up or Iâll smash the door!â Sidestrike warned.
Broadwing looked down on himself, then back to facelift. Thinking about the way Wildsong was acting⌠Maybe it was how he lookedâŚ
âAlright. What can you do?â
He asked, now much more calm.
Scorchlock catches the blade with the guard formed on his right forearm. The blade cuts into the metal, and Scorchlock grimaces behind his mask.
âYeah, wasnât really on the agenda,â he remarks, jabbing his left fist at Paradoxâs abdomen. The crowd forms a wide circle around the two fighters- some of the rowdier spectators exchange whispered bets.
Facelift claps his claws together.
âWhoo!â he cheers. âSorry- like I said. business has been slow.â
â_aaaaa_nywho, maybe I can start by getting you more symmetrical- some guys can pull off the mix-'n-match look, but I just donât think it suits you, my friend.â
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Zepar gives a warning growl to the crowd as he clambers down. It basically translated to, âdonât get involved and I donât have to make you leave.â
He clearly wasnât going to stop Scorchlock or Paradox but the crowd now had a dragon watching them.
âIf a fist fight you want, a fist fight you will get!â Paradox said blocking the jabbing with his right elbow and deactivates the forearm blade.
He then swings a fast left hook towards Scorchlockâs face followed by a elbow slashing upwards at Scorchlockâs jaw.