Jake wasn't sure why he'd headed for a battle that wasn't his, on the orders of someone he didn't know, in the service of a spaceship he certainly didn't trust. Later, he'd tell himself that he only came to see for himself, and only joined the fray when he saw the armored man fight to his last bullet, chuck his weapon as a bludgeon, and then, despite the clear way his gun arm swung limp even from this distance, somehow change his armor and throw himself bodily into the fray.
That decided it. Jake could change his armor too, so to speak, and he didn't waste much time finding a conveniently hidden spot to do so. Maybe it wasn't smart to use his trademark morph, but he didn't know how strong these things were, and he needed a form that he felt comfortable with, both in fighting and retreating, if need be.
Minutes later found a blur of orange and black streaking towards Red-Armor, intent on covering his right arm. The roar he let out would have hushed an entire squawking jungle; he wasn't in any sort of jungle now, and the creatures swarming around them weren't any inhabitants of planet Earth, but the Siberian Tiger didn't care. When a spider-like thing seemed to target the other guy's injured side, the tiger's mind labeled it prey, and leapt.
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Jake wasn't sure why he'd headed for a battle that wasn't his, on the orders of someone he didn't know, in the service of a spaceship he certainly didn't trust. Later, he'd tell himself that he only came to see for himself, and only joined the fray when he saw the armored man fight to his last bullet, chuck his weapon as a bludgeon, and then, despite the clear way his gun arm swung limp even from this distance, somehow change his armor and throw himself bodily into the fray.
That decided it. Jake could change his armor too, so to speak, and he didn't waste much time finding a conveniently hidden spot to do so. Maybe it wasn't smart to use his trademark morph, but he didn't know how strong these things were, and he needed a form that he felt comfortable with, both in fighting and retreating, if need be.
Minutes later found a blur of orange and black streaking towards Red-Armor, intent on covering his right arm. The roar he let out would have hushed an entire squawking jungle; he wasn't in any sort of jungle now, and the creatures swarming around them weren't any inhabitants of planet Earth, but the Siberian Tiger didn't care. When a spider-like thing seemed to target the other guy's injured side, the tiger's mind labeled it prey, and leapt.