"Galvatron," Cyclonus snarls as his former leader steps through the hole he'd just created with Cyclonus's body.
Heat blazes through him like lava filling his fuel lines. Part of it's anger. Part of it is the pollen. But part of it is the attraction cultivated in him over millions of years that a few years apart can't have hoped to completely crush. It all mixes together in a potent burn, along with the sting of Galvatron's insult - how many times would others get the drop on him while this pollen sullied his systems?
His civility falls away quickly as he falls back into what he'd been twisted into by millions of years in the Dead Universe: a violent, savage thing barely restrained by a mask of calm conduct. This was not a good day for his sanity.
In a snap, he shifts from sprawling over the ground to a crouch, coiled like a spring. A split second later he launches himself at Galvatron, with a roar that's half engine and his claws bared.
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Heat blazes through him like lava filling his fuel lines. Part of it's anger. Part of it is the pollen. But part of it is the attraction cultivated in him over millions of years that a few years apart can't have hoped to completely crush. It all mixes together in a potent burn, along with the sting of Galvatron's insult - how many times would others get the drop on him while this pollen sullied his systems?
His civility falls away quickly as he falls back into what he'd been twisted into by millions of years in the Dead Universe: a violent, savage thing barely restrained by a mask of calm conduct. This was not a good day for his sanity.
In a snap, he shifts from sprawling over the ground to a crouch, coiled like a spring. A split second later he launches himself at Galvatron, with a roar that's half engine and his claws bared.