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Luckily Raksasha had been watching the sky, trying to figure out what the griffin was up to when the Junkion shouted "goose." With a snarl she threw up both her arms in a block, blunting the force of the blow befre reverting to her monster form and springing up in a hand stand. Landing on the assaulting Junkion she stabbed her feet into the mechanism and puled severing the arm from it's body. With a snarl she held the liquifying piece of machinery over the Junkion. "Since you don't know how to play NICELY with your toys, you loose them!"

And with one gulp she ate the arm, club and all. Shifting in place as the others raced south she took two strides and sprang into the air, not as graceful as some but easily able to clear the immediate area and jion the flyers in their exodus. A high pitched 'thwang' whistled through the air as some one fired a harppon at the young fem, but she'd been expecting some form of counter attack and jinked asdide as it came near grasping the shaft of steel just as it whistled past and giving a powerful tug that dragged the Junkion from it's motorcycle-compatriot. Idly she offered the harpoon, with junkion still attached to Blazestorm, "hold this."

"Well that's just silly," notted Raksasha as she rose to her feet rotating her shoulders and shivering her wings as if stretching them out to relieve an uncomfurtable cramp. "You think I obey the laws of aerodynanmics?"

Big word, aerodynamics, not common for Raksasha but it was appopriate.

"Well come on then, bring it on," she well, it was probably a smile, but her beast mode didn't have lips, so who knew?

Three Junkions rushed in, two from the front and the third from behind trying to pincer her between them. With a flourish the fem soread her wings wide flicking congealed cement in wide arcs. The problem with cement was it typically tookover a day to set, even quikl drying femtnt took hours uunder ideal conditions. That meant the goo covering her wings was more like quicksand or mud then glue. Rally it was just heavy. And now it was spattered across the charging junkions. They reacted, wqell, naturally, throwing up their hands and arms to block their afaces but in that moment the monstrbot ,ooved, slipping aside and letting the three charge into one another with a jumbled clanng of metal and glass.

Now, Rasasha was no surgeon or medibot, but she knew howw too pull things apart and knew how easy it was to put a Junkion back togther so when the three stumbled back from the collision she rapidly moved in graspin two with her arms and pinning the third with a leg. With a quick twist and a tig she ripped off the arms of two of them and then slammed them together binding their shoulders into one unified joint. Then she shoved the double junkion to the ground and ripped off two of their legs. The one under her foot was striggling now, flailing with some kind of motorized saw wich goaged into her calf and up the side of her badomen. tywisting in place she all but broke the junkions neck and kneeled on the mall of his back getting a nice satisfying "gashunk" from the drop. Leaving the two Junkions to stumble about confused as they triued to relearn how to walk she pulled the second Junkion in half and slamed his severed waste into the spot were the first two were missing their legs joioning the trio.

"Ahahahaha! It's just like playing with megablocks!" cheered the monster as the three started crawling about on their hands as they began to reorient themselves.

A truck barreled into Raksasha from behind spining her in place and knocking her over as some other junkion dumptruck atyacked her. He transformed drawing ah, well, a bunch of metal cobbled o0gether into a club though he seemed to be pretending it was a sword. "ON guard fowl!"

The dumptruck thrust forward bowling Raksasha over with a gleeful "AH-HA!" before trying again. Rolling aside the femobot sprang to her feet and whatpped the new comer in the face with her right wing smearing his optics with cement.

"The darkness, it sarounds me!" exclaimed the Junkion before pulling out a giant grenadem, lighting the fuse and throwing it. "Fwoosh!"

The grenade blew up somewhere, no where near Raksasha, but somewhere.

"Ya know I just realized something," Raksasha shouted to the opthers as she grasped the Junkions wrists from behind and planted one foot on the small of his back. With a grunt she pulled ripping off the junkions hands. "They can be put back togeher until doomsday but they can't do that if they don't have hands. Lop off their hands!"

More curious then malicous at the point she put the hands together finding the wrsists jioned perfectly. "Huhn...look at that..."

Raksasha was hit by a jeep...

'least it wasn;t a truck.