Knock Out has been shrunk down from his normal height to a mere ('mere') 12 feet, but after one of the nasty beasties decided to take a swipe at him, he produced his subspaced energon prod and tried to electrocute it - to mixed results. It did temporarily stun it, but only long enough for the medic to assume victory and be rewarded with a stampeding unicorn in his direction. Thus observers may be treated to Knock Out flailing around as he flees. When he doesn't seem to be able to put enough distance between himself and the unicorn, he throws himself into vehicle mode and a red sports car goes tearing off across the ground, heedless of if anything or anyone who might be in his way. ]
Not the finish, not the finish!
• TRANQUILITY
[ Knock Out is less than impressed with the Thanksgiving spread, if only because he can't eat any of it (even if the mere thought of ingesting organic matter like that wasn't tank-churning enough of an idea). No, he's happy enough to sip at his cube of high-grade energon that fortuitously showed up at the same time, enough to convince him that at least one of these gods had a brain in their deific cranials. Owing to his larger size, he's plunked outside near the step, and is giving running snarky commentary on anyone who shows up for the meal. ]
Better hurry, they've almost eaten all of it. Oh, you got dressed in the dark, didn't you? That's unfortunate.
Knock Out • Transformers Prime
Knock Out has been shrunk down from his normal height to a mere ('mere') 12 feet, but after one of the nasty beasties decided to take a swipe at him, he produced his subspaced energon prod and tried to electrocute it - to mixed results. It did temporarily stun it, but only long enough for the medic to assume victory and be rewarded with a stampeding unicorn in his direction. Thus observers may be treated to Knock Out flailing around as he flees. When he doesn't seem to be able to put enough distance between himself and the unicorn, he throws himself into vehicle mode and a red sports car goes tearing off across the ground, heedless of if anything or anyone who might be in his way. ]
Not the finish, not the finish!
• TRANQUILITY
[ Knock Out is less than impressed with the Thanksgiving spread, if only because he can't eat any of it (even if the mere thought of ingesting organic matter like that wasn't tank-churning enough of an idea). No, he's happy enough to sip at his cube of high-grade energon that fortuitously showed up at the same time, enough to convince him that at least one of these gods had a brain in their deific cranials. Owing to his larger size, he's plunked outside near the step, and is giving running snarky commentary on anyone who shows up for the meal. ]
Better hurry, they've almost eaten all of it. Oh, you got dressed in the dark, didn't you? That's unfortunate.