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Very well. I shall be there.

[NYOOOOM. He will be.]

[HELL YEAH BROTHER

when amara sees him, she figures... he's big. he's metal. reminds her a bit of the old hyperion bots, honestly, but not as shittily built. he's barely transformed before she's summoned her arms and flung herself at him.]

HEADS UP, BIG BOY!

[what]

[She should have mentioned the arms.]

[Still - he's quick to meet force with force. Swinging his own heavy arms up to meet her attack.]

[she slams into his arms when he blocks with force that would probably shatter the bones in the body of a lesser human. as it is, amara just bounces back off-- three of her arms took most of the impact (being spectral, they have no bones to break or nerve endings to feel pain) and pushed her off. she rolls onto the grass, putting all eight of her dukes up while laughing delightedly.]

You're huge! Even the Constructors weren't this big!

[Honestly, Ironhide has to laugh, too. A tiny human, threatening him with glowing arms. It's ridiculous. Absurd. And he is fine with that.]

[He takes a step back, rolling his shoulders.]

I am average by our standards.

[she has nothing to say to that -- maybe she would've commented that she'd like to see a big one, but it's lost in the moment. amara punches upward, a giant blue fist arcing with electricity forming in the air and aiming to slam into his jaw.]

[Wellp. His head snaps back, with a startled grunt. Then he's lashing right back out at her arm. To try and grab it. To wrestle her to the ground.]

[... you know. Somehow.]

[the blue spectral fist fades out when ironhide graps it, but amara hadn't expected him to go for it. people usually go for her, y'know? you get more cloud if you kill a siren. not that people usually can, but well. the people she fights are egotistical enough to think they can. or just crazy!

amara was bracing for impact from him, but the unexpected move throws her off and she stumbles. he's far too big for her to phasegrasp, so she takes the moment ironhide might need to sort himself out after the fist fades to digistruct her pistol into her hands and fire at him. it's nothing special, not a corrosive imbued weapon like she might use on a robot back home, but she's also not aiming to kill him, so.]

[Not trying to kill a human means striking at what looks least likely to completely smash their fragile human bones. Which... means the big glowing arm made of light, not meat.]

[It only makes her stagger. And he frowns, heavily. Before throwing his arm up to ward the pistol shots off his face. More vulnerable there. His other fist strikes downward -- not to hit her, but the ground nearby. To try and jar her off her shooting stance.]

[she sees that coming. he moves slowly, and she could see his arm going up and where it was going. amara stops firing and punches forward, bringing up another row of fists that deliver a huge shock of electricity with their connection.]

[Well that's uh. Not expected. Humans shouldn't be able to suddenly electrify the place. He has to take several staggering steps backward, in order to keep from getting electrocuted completely.]

How --?

[amara stands properly, though a little winded. as skilled as she is, she is still fighting a giant robot. her spectral arms float behind her, as if taunting ironhide.]

Told you it would be fun, [she says with a smirk.]

Explain your weapons.

[Sorry, Amara. That's clearly the most important thing here. Your giant floating hands. Which he's going to attempt to pass his own huge hand through.]

[Are they real?? Holograms??]

They are my Siren magic.

[they're solid, right now. they stop his hand gently, and there's a feeling of electricity to them.

amara's arms are burning again, but she's too obsessive about fighting to care.]

What, you never met a little person who can punch your lights out?

Magic.

[He sounds skeptical as he says it. But keeps prodding one of the arms. Man, if they could weaponize something like this...]

No. Humans have fought with us. But we have taken the brunt of the attacks, always.

Huh. Weird universe.

[she's seen enough by now and has enough similarities back home to be pretty unfazed by the concept of giant, sentient robots fighting alongside humans.]

That's what I do, too. I'm the team tank. [the hand he's messing with pushes him away; though while amara is strong, she doesn't have super strength. without using her powers behind it, it probably just feels about as much as any other human trying to push his hand away.] You look the same. Short, squat and made to get shot in the face and not die.

Yeah. Always is.

[The universe is a weird... weird place. No doubt about it.]

[He pushes at it a bit once again, seeing if it'll suddenly display the same sort of power it had before. Aside from the electrical tingles -- Ratchet would have a field day with those.]

I have done that and it is unpleasant.

[she laughs lightly, a little surprised, too. not sure why that's a surprise to her.]

Heh, I've been shot before too. Not in the face, I couldn't survive that. But other places. It's always no fun.

[she crosses her arms, tilting her head.]

How'd you come to humanity, then? They build you?

It is... unpleasant. No matter how easily you can survive it.

[He gestures at his face. Where the ugly scarring is located, his "eyelids" half welded shut from the damage.]

We landed on their world. An artifact of ours was located there, and the war for it was threatening them.

[ah, an alien race, then. sentient ones aren't really known in her galaxy, but there's enough evidence of them around. amara would be stupid to think there aren't any; she's seen the eridian left-overs. she's linked to them, as a siren, even if none of them understand how or why.

she has the squint up to see where he's gesturing. hard to see little details in this big ass pile of knives.]

Mmm. [she's not surprised warfar was involved. a sad reality of life.] What's your name? Do you have one?

[It really is. The poor animators. It also doesn't help that pieces are constantly moving, shifting, to balance - to compensate weight, to operate senses. It's ridiculous.]

[More so when those big shoulders shrug.]

'Course I do. Ironhide. Weapons master.

Amara. Tiger of Partali.

[there's a short beat while she looks him over - as best as she can, with the height difference - before focusing on the cannons on his arms.]

Are those all you have?

Tiger? Oh. I like that.

[He's heard of them. They seem like terrifying animals to human beings. Very nice.]

Here? Yeah. They are all that came with me. Unfortunately.

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