Random starts when he hears the echo of Hot Shot's head against the wall, and then he stares in his direction. It takes a few moments before Hot Shot's words really sink in, though, and then he feels like he really is gonna be sick.
He doesn't have time to dwell on it--or even think about the consequences of Jetfire's end--as a bit of color catches in the corner of his optic.
"Hot Shot! Look out!" Random manages to get out before a burst of insane cackling around a corner precedes a couple of shots fired in their direction, and Random slides free-fall fast to the floor, leaving a dirty trail on the nice, clean, white wall in his wake.
The words Cyclonus volleys in their direction are essentially lost amidst his cackling and the chatter of the echos off the walls, but the little that comes through seem to convey disappointment that Hot Shot wasn't free for the killing and to have fun getting 'slagged' by the Dark Prime. Cyclonus swiftly leaves without further ado.
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He doesn't have time to dwell on it--or even think about the consequences of Jetfire's end--as a bit of color catches in the corner of his optic.
"Hot Shot! Look out!" Random manages to get out before a burst of insane cackling around a corner precedes a couple of shots fired in their direction, and Random slides free-fall fast to the floor, leaving a dirty trail on the nice, clean, white wall in his wake.
The words Cyclonus volleys in their direction are essentially lost amidst his cackling and the chatter of the echos off the walls, but the little that comes through seem to convey disappointment that Hot Shot wasn't free for the killing and to have fun getting 'slagged' by the Dark Prime. Cyclonus swiftly leaves without further ado.