Just as quickly Monk was moving, keyed in on her attack. He'd fought plenty of flier's who relied on their thrusters in close combat. He snatched her arm out of the air, using her own momentum to turn and slam her into the floor.
"No one can tell you to do anything, can they? Even those you care about! Or you would have listened to them instead of whining about how you didn't!"
He flipped her onto her front, pinning her to the ground, a savage smile on his face. Now this, this was easy. Effortless. Taking down one enemy after another, knowing exactly where to cause them pain, where they're weaknesses were- and Nova Storm had an obvious one.
CRACKCRACK
A sound like lightning cutting the air snapped around them, the priming warning of a devastating attack. Monk pressed his hand into the small of Nova's back, between the welding lines of her damaged wing struts. Everything shook like a earthquake was rattling the room as Monk held back the sonic boom that would have followed. The momentos on the counter clattered and bounced, and Monk himself winced at the vibrational force trapped in his arm and chest. He'd forgotten how bad the recoil was when he did this, and all of Starscream's lectures on the matter poured into his mind. Still, there was some value in literally rattling your enemies when intimidating, or threatening, or torturing them for information. He gritted his teeth before speaking, instinct and practice keeping his voice steady despite it all.
"I can't tell you what to do," he said levelly, "so stop and yield of your own accord. Or would you rather I make you?"
The thrumming vibrations were only getting stronger, and it was only then Monk stopped to consider whether or not this was a bluff. It hadn't been, when he started.
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Date: 2025-01-19 09:54 pm (UTC)"No one can tell you to do anything, can they? Even those you care about! Or you would have listened to them instead of whining about how you didn't!"
He flipped her onto her front, pinning her to the ground, a savage smile on his face. Now this, this was easy. Effortless. Taking down one enemy after another, knowing exactly where to cause them pain, where they're weaknesses were- and Nova Storm had an obvious one.
CRACK CRACK
A sound like lightning cutting the air snapped around them, the priming warning of a devastating attack. Monk pressed his hand into the small of Nova's back, between the welding lines of her damaged wing struts. Everything shook like a earthquake was rattling the room as Monk held back the sonic boom that would have followed. The momentos on the counter clattered and bounced, and Monk himself winced at the vibrational force trapped in his arm and chest. He'd forgotten how bad the recoil was when he did this, and all of Starscream's lectures on the matter poured into his mind. Still, there was some value in literally rattling your enemies when intimidating, or threatening, or torturing them for information. He gritted his teeth before speaking, instinct and practice keeping his voice steady despite it all.
"I can't tell you what to do," he said levelly, "so stop and yield of your own accord. Or would you rather I make you?"
The thrumming vibrations were only getting stronger, and it was only then Monk stopped to consider whether or not this was a bluff. It hadn't been, when he started.