Transformers Mudflap And Skids Death Novels & Stories

"They’re attacking the treads. They're going to de-limb us." The chapter ends with a massive impact that rocks the entire city, throwing Audrey against the wall as the first interceptor strikes the front-left drive-shaft.

Kayson’s third execution of the Ground-Scrincan sent Shiloh flying, and his Novem Lightning Zero Impact blew up the latter’s bones and tendons. Shiloh crashed against the wall before he slid down slowly. “A prodigy…” He sighed on the brink of death before he coughed blood and died on the spot. Kayson took a slow breath and sat down to recover, his breathing heavy.

They all knelt on the ground and pleaded for mercy. Vlad’s body still radiated a gentle aura. With his mind made up, he watched as Keres’ body, which was plastered against the ground in a lowly kneel, made a crackling sound. Keres was limp on the ground like a dead dog after a series of crackling sounds came from his body. In an instant, Vlad had utterly destroyed all of Keres' meridians and reduced a Transformation warrior to nothing but a crippled human being. “After today, there will be no more Storm Corps in Hathe City.” Vlad made a soft announcement before walking away, accompanied by the entourage.

Graham followed her movements and chewed their severed heads mercilessly after catching any of them in his mouth and then spat the chewed heads on the ground. Warriors, Cassius and Sylvester took care of the rest of the body falling on the ground. Within one or two minutes, they succeeded in killing all the hybrids. “They entered here through that wall.” Madeline pointed towards the far east corner of that area after jumping off from Adolphus’ back but staggered badly. “Madeline.” Cassius shrieked in panic while approaching her and swiftly caught her into his embrace. She was still holding her breath but he could feel that she was at her wit's end.

“Now!” Marcus slammed on the brakes. The sedan fishtailed violently on the wet leaves, and he spun the wheel, the engine roaring as he threw the car into reverse. The pursuing sedan, caught completely by surprise, had no time to react. The impact was a brutal, jarring crunch of metal and shattering glass. Our reinforced bumper tore through their front end, disabling the engine in a cloud of steam.

Ribs snapped like dry twigs. He stopped moving entirely. Standing up, my chest heaved. Blood rushed in my ears, a deafening, violent roar. "Jordan," Amberly gasped, picking up the fallen coolant jug. Her hands shook violently. "Hey! What the fuck!" Turning my head, the three teenage skaters stood near the gas pumps. They stared at the two dead men bleeding on the concrete, their faces completely drained of color. "Run," I growled, taking a single, threatening step toward them.

It came to a bone-jarring halt against a massive concrete pillar. "Out! Out! Out!" Marcus roared, throwing the sliding door open. He didn't wait for my foot to heal. He hooked his arm under my waist. Hauled me out of the smoking wreckage of the van. His heavy boots splashed through puddles of oil and stagnant water. We scrambled toward a reinforced steel door labeled DATA INFRASTRUCTURE: UNIT 04.

The ceiling sheared. A massive, ten-ton slab of grey granite tore free from the darkness above, smashing directly into the center of the stagnant pool. The impact sent a geyser of boiling, acidic mud exploding outward. Marcus didn't blink as the hot mist hissed violently against his boots. His fingers simply shivered, narrowing his gaze and fixing it on Alpha Jax’s mutilated body as it lay uselessly into the black mire. There would be no public execution. There would be no interrogation. The tyrant had dropped a bomb that shattered Marcus’s soul, and Marcus no longer cared enough to keep him alive. Behind them, a deafening crunch echoed through the cavern as a second boulder flattened the al

Caleb stood beside it with both hands on his head, visibly suffering. “I said slow,” he hissed. “Slow is not a decorative word.” The driver, a nervous man named Peter, leaned out the window. “It slid.” “Yes, Peter, I heard the mud commit treason.” Warren was already moving toward the truck. “Can we pull it free?” “If everyone listens to me with religious devotion, maybe.” Dean looked down at his boots. “I’m emotionally unavailable for mud work.” Mrs. Carter stepped past him with a rope in hand. “Then become available.”

They’re clashing but relief floods me to know she’s alive and kicking. “Holy….” I hear Charlotte whisper as we both look down at the second dead body that lies there, frothing at the mouth, eyes wide open. This one died from poisoning. More casualties… I see Skyla fighting. From here, it looks like she’s alone in the middle of all these broken trees, but I know what else is here… Using her as an estimate, I send a bolt of lightning at it, but to my horror, I see Skyla barrel downwards just as I burst into the opening. One moment she’s in the air, the monster hissing viciously, and then she disappears before I can even reach her.