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Just to prove I'm not a COMPLETE sap..>
Now with a touch of PhotoShop goodness ^_^. A scene from the final battle between the Primes in T L Arens Devil's Dance.

** Rodimus watched, utterly pleased with himself, as Prime struggled against his bonds. Not only had he bagged the *great and mighty* Optimus Prime, but now he thought it brilliantly ironic that Prime would die like this, virtually crucified on one of his own monuments.

Roddi's ravenous anticipation suddenly fell into disappointment when Prime ceased his struggling. His optics darkened and his head bowed as though he had lost consciousness. Damn.. Rodimus was pissed. Seems the old mech just couldn't take the punishment any more. Roddi stomped toward the Autobot leader, intent on *bringing Op around* by whatever means necessary. He wasn't about to let Prime off *that* easily..

In that instant Optimus' head shot up, his optics blazing near white with Matrix power. Rodimus slammed to a halt as though he had struck an unseen wall. Fear surged through him, but only for a moment. A hideous smile spread over Rodimus' face and his optics narrowed. "That's more like it!", he growled, drawing his vibro-blade from subspace. But what Roddi saw next nearly stopped his lasercore.

Rodimus stood in total disbelief as he watched the structure behind Optimus tremble, slowly shifting and reforming itself, allowing Prime to break free in the process. Head bowed, he fell to one knee, resting his hands on the ground. Shards of the heavy glass fell like rain, shattering on the ground around him. All the while the thing behind him shifted and writhed, slowly taking the form of a 100 ft. mutated version of the virus itself. It lurched to one side, then the other, fragmenting the concrete and metallic base that restrained it. One by one it extricated it's four legs from the ground. The ear splitting sound of scraping and twisting metal forced Rodimus to cover his audios in pain. He looked up again to see the creature take two steps, it's pointed legs piercing the earth like spikes under it's weight. There it stood squarely over Optimus, who did not so much as flinch. It crouched as though ready to pounce.. and screamed.. Not even the Madness could shield Rodimus from the absolute terror that impaled him like a shaft of ice..**

~Exerpt by J Hunter from T L Arens'
Devil's Dance [link]

Many Thanks to you my Friend for letting me play a small part in this Incredible story!

Description
Just to prove I'm not a COMPLETE sap..>
Now with a touch of PhotoShop goodness ^_^. A scene from the final battle between the Primes in T L Arens Devil's Dance.

** Rodimus watched, utterly pleased with himself, as Prime struggled against his bonds. Not only had he bagged the *great and mighty* Optimus Prime, but now he thought it brilliantly ironic that Prime would die like this, virtually crucified on one of his own monuments.

Roddi's ravenous anticipation suddenly fell into disappointment when Prime ceased his struggling. His optics darkened and his head bowed as though he had lost consciousness. Damn.. Rodimus was pissed. Seems the old mech just couldn't take the punishment any more. Roddi stomped toward the Autobot leader, intent on *bringing Op around* by whatever means necessary. He wasn't about to let Prime off *that* easily..

In that instant Optimus' head shot up, his optics blazing near white with Matrix power. Rodimus slammed to a halt as though he had struck an unseen wall. Fear surged through him, but only for a moment. A hideous smile spread over Rodimus' face and his optics narrowed. "That's more like it!", he growled, drawing his vibro-blade from subspace. But what Roddi saw next nearly stopped his lasercore.

Rodimus stood in total disbelief as he watched the structure behind Optimus tremble, slowly shifting and reforming itself, allowing Prime to break free in the process. Head bowed, he fell to one knee, resting his hands on the ground. Shards of the heavy glass fell like rain, shattering on the ground around him. All the while the thing behind him shifted and writhed, slowly taking the form of a 100 ft. mutated version of the virus itself. It lurched to one side, then the other, fragmenting the concrete and metallic base that restrained it. One by one it extricated it's four legs from the ground. The ear splitting sound of scraping and twisting metal forced Rodimus to cover his audios in pain. He looked up again to see the creature take two steps, it's pointed legs piercing the earth like spikes under it's weight. There it stood squarely over Optimus, who did not so much as flinch. It crouched as though ready to pounce.. and screamed.. Not even the Madness could shield Rodimus from the absolute terror that impaled him like a shaft of ice..**

~Exerpt by J Hunter from T L Arens'
Devil's Dance [link]

Many Thanks to you my Friend for letting me play a small part in this Incredible story!