Coalescence

she still tried to smile. Her metal brow then curled. “Cy-Cyclonus…How do I d-do
any…of…of that?”
Sephie watched as the lion jumped at The Fallen again. It was keeping the fighting as
close-quarter as it could, since each time it allowed any distance between itself and the
Fallen, the member of the Thirteen would unleash a freeze attack. So far the lion had
been able to fend off each assault with a blast from the triple cannon on its back. That’s
a pretty smart tactic for an animal, Sephie thought.
She studied the dance. She hesitated getting involved since an arctic draft from the Fallen
would do much more damage to her small body than the Decepticons or lion, even
with her… modifications. Watching them from a few paces back, she saw her opportunity.
It wasn’t the giant himself but Sunstorm. Wherever the skirmish went, Sunstorm
followed. He kept his flame throwers aimed at the Fallen’s joints, making sure that the
lumbering behemoth had enough range of motion to continue the battle.
Taking careful aim, Sephie unleashed a sonic burst that slammed into the fiery yellow
and white robot. Sunstorm tumbled off his feet and into one of the control consoles.
Sephie hit him again to knock him to the floor.
“Keep him down, Sephie!” Darkwing called across the gate room. “We’re going to try
something!”
The Fallen swung his head towards the Decepticons and then turned to glance behind
himself. He suddenly knew the plan. His tussle with the mechanoid lion had driven him
towards the bottom of the ramp, his foot toeing the edge of the metal grating.
He struggled to take a step away from the ramp, but his knee locked in place, ice
spreading deep inside the joint. The Fallen beat on his leg with a snow-covered fist
to free the joint, but the large pink cat released another furious strike before he could
make any progress. Talons and fangs gouged at the Fallen’s armor, plates were ripped
free, and sensitive wires and hydraulics exposed. The attack was ceaseless and brutal.
The Fallen tried to grab its foe, but each time found only teeth and claws rather than
anything on to which it could hold. He roared in frustration and fell backward, toppled
by the lion’s weight on his shoulders.
“Now! Do it now!” Darkwing watched the Fallen try to get up, but tumble once again.
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