The saurians were quickly decimated by the Overlords' attacks; however, some of the robed one persisted. They started blasting the Overlords with blasts of cold and curses, while some of them ran away.
Kaleh shouted, "after them! Don't let them get away, lest they'll notify their leader!"
Brandishing a Saurian backbone, Mechakara advanced upon the escaping bandits, though seemingly incapable of running. At a point, he paused, and threw the backbone at the back of their heads.
edited 22nd Apr '11 5:02:41 AM by LizardOfAus
And a Strange Figure Emerges.Mechakara was hit by a plethora of cold blasts; Sec was cursed multiple times, and fell out of the air.
edited 22nd Apr '11 6:11:45 AM by desdendelle
On empty crossroads, seek the eclipse -- for when Sol and Lua align, the lost shall find their way home.Meanwhile, back at the All-lair, Two daleks with gold casing, but black heads,
emerged from the Dalek Room and waited at the area the portal had been. One had a claw instead of a Manipulator Arm, another had a second, more powerful gunstick.
Some of the Saurians lost their wands; however, the rest's did not contain any metal, and thus weren't attracted to Fawful's magnet. His flying over them made him a clear target, and he was bombarded with curses.
On empty crossroads, seek the eclipse -- for when Sol and Lua align, the lost shall find their way home.The Saurians were decimated by the Overlords' attacks, and the last robed one fell. "Good", Said Kaleh. "We now need to contiue searching for a keep." He went in a brisk pace towards the way the Saurians tried to escape.
On empty crossroads, seek the eclipse -- for when Sol and Lua align, the lost shall find their way home.Fawful went around, looting the corpses of the robed Saurians and stealing as many of their wands as he could - he was having one of his ideas.
When this was done, he went over to cautiously inspect the giant metal ball.
"Is anyone knowing what this has being of?"
edited 22nd Apr '11 5:15:52 PM by Sir_Screwloose
Pretend there's something clever written here.—Once the sphere had completely cooled, the dark purple sigil of the Decepticons blazed on the side facing the group. Individual sections of its surface started shifting with thunderous clanks as the ball rocked from side to side. A huge arm disengaged from the skyward facing half, and slammed into the dirt in front of Fawful, freeing the other arm with the motion.
Soon, the legs unfolded out and dragged to remainder to standing position, leaving a massive raised torso. One final four-clank series, and the processor of Megatron rose from inside the cavity, staring down at the motley Overlords and their victims. —
Nothing Of Importance Was Missed, I See.
"He could not know it. For it was not all a joke."

Sec just hovered, murdering the creatures he met as he went.
He didn't even dignify their deaths with an "EX-TER-MIN-ATE!".