Night 3 Results The night wads were blown early and yet blood ran freely anyway.
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The casualties had been kept to a minimum as the sides battled back and forth, but now had come the time for Megatron to make his big push.
Constructicons, unite!
The six constructicons transformed and united to form Devastator. At your command, Megatron.
Go forth, and destroy all of those in your path.
Devastator charged forward, his footsteps rumbling on the ground. The tremors could be felt all the way into Autobot City.
Prime! Prowl cried. Its Devastator!
Prime could see the hulking warrior coming, but he was prepared to return in kind. Omega Supreme, take out Devastator!
Omega Surpreme transformed into rocket mode, erupting out of Autobot City to join the battle, but fortunately he was not alone.
Arielbots, form Superion! Silverbolt cried, his fellow Autobots leaving the battle in the skies to join their leader in forming Superion to protect the city.
Protectobots, form Defensor! Hot Spot quickly followed Silverbolts lead. Joined by his Protectobots, they formed Defensor, preparing for the onslaught to commence.
Despite their sudden emergence, Devastator was not deterred. He already had someone in his sights. In his combined form, Devastator didnt have the brain power or control to make a choice, he only saw metal to crunch, and Bombshell was in his way.
His first hovered high above his head, large enough to crush any transformer with one blow. It came down hard, Bombshell helpless to do a thing. Crunch! Metal on metal as Devastators fist was caught by another of equal size Bruticus!
Starscream was not without his weapons either. Bruticus and Devastator looked at each other for a fleeting moment, and then their attention turned to the Autobots. Two of them in particular had been targeted for death.
They both charged, Omega Supreme and Superion meeting them head on. Oversized metal bodies clashed, neither side able to get an advantage. There would be no victor in this battle.
Megatrons power play had been thwarted, and Defensor breathed a sigh of relief. He didnt see them coming from the clouds. The orange menace, larger than any theyd seen before Predaking, the Predacons combined form.
Predaking, destroy! his master commanded.
With a long black cannon on his arm, Predaking fired, the shot was hard and true, and S.lag had no chance of survival.
Predaking fired a second time, but Defensor moved into position. The shot was dead on, but Defensor was too strong to break through.
Afinalsin666 is dead, he was S.lag, Autobot aligned Dinobot hothead
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Hed just escaped with his life, but his instructions were clear. Despite those given by Megatron, Bombshell took orders from another. They werent going to let Megatron dictate their targets, not this time when they had so much to loose.
He spotted the Autobot he wanted, his Autobot equal. They both had unmatched intellects, and precision with how they used them. Thats why he had to die and die he did.
Frederick is dead, he was Perceptor, Autobot aligned bore.
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Me Grimlock no like waiting, he complained, watching the battle, itching for action. Me Grimlock already 2 from 2, want to fight.
His attention turned to the person nearby, a familiar shape, but Grimlock had bloodlust. He drew his sword and charged his fellow Dinobot S.lag. Me Grimlock no like you!
Before his sword could deliver that fatal blow, a flash of light buzzed passed him, and then again. The speed was too much for Grimlock to lock onto.
Me Grimlock no like coward. Me Grimlock say, come at me bro.
Mustering all his brainpower, which admittedly wasnt much, if it was he would've realised S.lag was already dead. He tried to anticipate the moves of his attacker. Instead, all his swing hit was Freds still smoking corpse.
Freds body is f**ked, he was Perceptor, Autobot aligned bore
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As the gestalts collided below him, Thundercracker was able to slip through almost unnoticed. Until now hed only been collecting data, but now hed been given the all clear to strike. He had his target.
The Autobot Ironhide might have been immune during the day, but this time he wouldnt be given the chance to guzzle his energon.
Come on, Thundercracker, Ill stuff your wings up your back socket! Ironhide declared upon seeing him.
Ironhide would be saving nobody again, he couldnt even save himself.
Didgi is dead, he was Ironhide, Autobot aligned rusty tin can
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As if they hadnt suffered enough, a black mist started to draw over Autobot City, buzzing loudly, as it drew closer they could see what it rarely was.
Insecticons! Magnus cried, firing blindly on the hundreds of clones. Take them out, Autobots.
The Autobots fired, the sky erupting with exploding Insecticons, but one used the confusion to hunt his prey. With a mighty kick of his hind legs, Wheeljack was no more.
Apey is dead, he was Wheeljack, Autobot aligned mad scientist.
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As Predaking departed, Megatron saw where the orders came from. Hovering above the colossus was a ghost that made him shiver. It couldnt be him, it just couldnt. Megatrons fists clenched he had just seen Galvatron.
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It is now Day 4. With 26 left it is 14 to lynch.
