Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28920015-20180217231640/@comment-27344811-20180218032037

Tarn holsters his Fusion Cannon on his arm.

"I'm not asking you to follow me again. Just one last time."

"You kidding?" A large being with what appears to be saws in a chest gab appears from the smoke. "We practically followed you for month. We also saw the ime you tried to slit your wrists, and sitting alone lsitening to emo music. Chill the heck out, man." Tesarus sharpens his chest blender.

"Besides, We haven't killed in megacycles!" A large blue 'con draws his own weapon. Helex.

Kaon, a smaller orange con, grumbles something before petting a mechanical entity that looks like a fox.

"Vos?" Tarn asks. "Ready for a face transplant?"

The small, lanky purple con rubs his hands togetehr before saying something in Old Cybertronian.

"...Well then. Let's enforce some justice, shall we?"

The Decepticon Justice Divison walks forward towards the spire, casualy grinding and shooting and electrecuting anything cuubic that pops up in their path.

The Heavy laughs. "You amuse me. I have killed Motehr of all bears. You do not scare me."

He punches.