on who the mun is sending when Singularity moves

[herald_ramjet]

You're precious my insignificant puppet.

[who controls who here, anyway?]

Why agonize over it? You're sending that angry little one of Primus children first anyway.

Or can I rip this flimsy prison apart that you call your mind and change it for you? He is over there, and if I cannot find it, he shouldn't have it either! I'm sure he's not as healed as he thinks he is.

[Ramjet flings his arms wide, flickers of purple energy lashing out, plating melting and reforming. whoever Ramjet's talking about probably don't want him around. too bad, so sad. Prime's lucky it won't happen.]

We never are! The end is absolute, all things fall or detoriate in the end... as do scars, opening the wounds beneath!

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[knightofdarkness]

You think it's a matter of death and ends. You're wrong. I know I can never defeat Unicron, nor can I kill you.

[abruptly he stops shooting, and instead holds up his hands as if gripping something]

But I've learned something about patience - and small victories being enough to satisfy.

[ALTERNITY SUPER ATTACK; Closed-Time Loop!

...you know those shots he 'missed' with? guess what he just triggered to loop in time. all he was doing was placing them - and positioning himself and Ramjet properly for the latter to feel them.

over and over again.

last time he did this, he reduced a Megatron to scrap in a few seconds. with this, he's hoping to disrupt Ramjet's form enough to make a retreat and not be followed.

IF HE CAN ONLY DO THIS LIKE ONCE A DAY IN GAME HE'LL SURE AS HELL TAKE ADVANTAGE OF IT AS LONG AS HE CAN]

[herald_ramjet]

small>[that noise? snarling rage... for about a few astroseconds, before Ramjet starts to laugh, even as he bullets start - and continue - to hit.]

We both know patience... I think. This is... nothing! Nemesis...

[and even when Ramjet starts to any semblance of coherence into something only barely mech-shaped with a bubbling melting, psuedo-organic mass around, he's not actually losing any sort of conciousness.

this? Is nothing. Not even several planet cyber key attacks could knock him cold. most of the entropic aura's been distrupted enough, however, so that the tentacles wrapping themselves around Nemesis' ankles, don't do much of anything except tug and attempt to yank.]

... is this all..?

[is it sad, or terrifying, that Ramjet just can't stop? RUDE. THAT'S WHAT YOU ARE, AND STOP TAKING ADVANTAGE OF YOUR CHEATY SUPER-POWERS, NEMESIS.]

[knightofdarkness]

[SCREW YOU HE GOT THESE FAIR AND SQUARE

and will now be sort of. kicking off the tentacles.]

For now. Come after me, and I'll do it again.

I suggest, if you're going to be brought to the station, you find better things to do.

[GUESS WHO'S GONNA BE WALKING AWAY WHILE HE STILL CAN? THIS SUAVE MOTHERTRUCKER]

[herald_ramjet]

[NO, SCREW YOU>/I>. NEXT TIME HE'LL JUST RIP YOU OPEN AND FEEL UP YOUR INSIDES, SLAG IT---wait what.]

For... what? Telling the truth?

... touchy!

[And Ramjet'll... just let him walk away before he gets back enough to pull himself together, as long as Nemesis doesn't mind the mocking chuckles thrown after him.]