[Video | Transmission from: Liege’s Quadrant]

[raceme]

[The video fizzes in like someone abruptly turned on their HUD visual screen. Blurr can be seen leaning against a wall, his left arm missing. Oh well he has the arm, it's just not attached to his body anymore. Which is a problem.

He’s been pushing his speed abilities fighting the monsters and his energy is mostly drained. Losing an arm to Prime Starscream was the icing on the cake and he feels like he’s just a few Nanoclicks from going offline.]

Ah…I might require some assistance are…the medics still in Solus’s Temple?

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[sparkless]

[He's just being tsundere, obviously.]

I think I'm making it pretty clear! Wouldn't want to lead you on!

[Not far enough, Starscream is just going to transform into a jet and try to ram you.]

[raceme]

[It must be that, clearly.]

Very thoughtful of you. Let's go some place were we can each be alone.

[The sarcasm, it will never end near you Starscream. And damn it, he hates no being able to run at full speed. He can't change into his car mode and he can't coordinate himself properly when his vision gets this blurry. He manges to reply to Wing's transmission before his legs give out and he collapses on the ground.]

[winged_knight]

[It's a good that Wing's alt is made for speed, but not so good that it's got no ranged armaments. That just means he has to keep Starscream on the ground. He spots the bright colors of both racer and seeker easily, seeing Starscream lining up to ram Blurr's prone form.]

[Well, we can't have that, now can we?]

[He decreases his speed, but only a bit, adjusting as needed to intercept the other jet's tragectory. His angle is steep, coming in from over Starscream's tail, and with a last minute whirl of shifting white and red he plants both feet upon the seeker's forward cockpit, all of his momentum bearing the jet's nose down into the ground. Dirt and debris fly in all directions with the impact, Wing harnessing the last of the kinetic energy to leap away and over Blurr's form, turning and drawing a plasma blade in one motion.]

Blurr, are you online?

[sparkless]

[Starscream accelerates, pleased cackles issuing from his comm. At this speed he'll do some really bad internal damage. It seems like a fitting revenge for an agent that aided in his capture.

What the jet isn't expecting is another flier to appear and thus has no time to veer away before heavy feet are shoving his nosecone straight into the dirt. It takes a minute of cursing and flailing, but he manages to transform and get a look at who would dare to interfere.

....Some weirdo with a sword, apparently.]

Cute stunt. But now you've really made me angry. Out of my way!

[The command is made a little less threatening by the fact that he's pretty much covered in dirt and scrapes. Augh and it's in his gears too... great.]

[winged_knight]

[Some weirdo with 3 swords actually, who obviously doesn't listen.]

[Wing takes a step or two forward, seeking more maneuvering room away from Blurr's prone form. He watches you keenly, pinions flared and his stance defensive, torso turned to present less of a target. The inactive grip of his second plasma blade sits dormant in his other hand.]

Is there a point to this Starscream? Other than you being a craven opportunist?

[He's cheeky too, apparently.]

I suggest you stand down. He's no threat to you, but I most certainly will be if you press the matter.

[sparkless]

[Starscream's optics track the tip of the active sword, an unhappy frown on his face as he brushes off his shoulder pauldrons.]

I resent the label of 'craven'. [He's not going to deny that other part.]

And I should at least smack you around a bit for that little display of acrobatics. [The sonic canon on one arm is aimed at Wing now, but it doesn't look like he's very keen on firing.]

[winged_knight]

My apologies then, if it's truly ill-fitting. [You have to admit it had nice dramatic flare though.]

This is far from necessary Starscream. We all have to coexist here together. There's no reason to make things more complicated than they already are. [He looks pointedly at the tip of the sonic canon.] Just lower your weapon and we can go our separate ways.

[Wing's gold optics lock onto yours. He lets the tip of his weapon drop a bit, making a gesture of peace (someone had to) while still calculating his defense. Though he'd been one of the better knights at missile deflection, it'd been a long time since he'd had to do it. If this escalated, he'd need to close the short distance between them fast and neutralize that ranged advantage.]

[sparkless]

[Apologies? What planet was this mech from? At the very least the pleas for peace sounded familiar, even though this winged warrior's chassis sported no sign of the usual autobot branding. The naivete matched as well. Lowering your weapon around a Decepticon? Stupid.]

This weapon? No problem.

[Because he's going to use his claws instead, lunging forward and digging them into whatever body part happens to be in the way.]

[winged_knight]

[Well, the gesture had to be made. He'd hoped common sense might prevail but maybe that was too much to ask of some Decepticons. He rather missed Slipstream's pragmatism at this point.]

Good. I-- [The rest comes out as a curse as you lunge at him, the sudden switch to melee catching him off-guard. He hastily turns away one clawed hand with the back side of his weapon, the flat of the plasma blade slightly charring your wrist plating. His sidestep is a touch too slow though, putting his lower chassis directly in the path of your other clawed hand. He gasps roughly in shock and pain as the talons dig into his plating.

[sparkless]

[The plasma sword stings, but not enough to deter him from continuing the fight. Not while he has the advantage. His claws clench, getting a good grip in Wing's plating.]

Have a nice trip!

[His arm tenses, lifting Wing and then throwing him as hard as he can. The tip of a sonic canon is raised and he shoots without even waiting to see if the swordsmech hits the ground.]

[winged_knight]

[A grunt as he's hefted into the air, gasping at the sting of the claws in his armor, then a cry of dismay as he's launched through the air.]

[He can't leave Blurr unprotected. One carefully aimed shot at point blank range and it could be over.]

[Thankfully Wing is no stranger to freefall and is master of his frame in both alt and root mode. His flight panels shift to slow his momentum just as his torso twists with the kick of one leg, righting himself in one graceful motion just before he lands. He absorbs the landing into a deep crouch, letting the blaster fire pass over his head before releasing the energy in a great spring. He swings at Starscream in a wide arc, a gambit to force the seeker back and away from Blurr.]

Sorry. It was round trip. Didn't you know?

[sparkless]

[And back away he does, holding up one arm in defense and using a thruster heel to jet quickly out of the way. This fight really is turning out to be more effort than its worth- much to his surprise. Starscream squints at Wing, still in a defensive crouch, weapons aimed away.]

You're a little more competent then the push over autobots from my world, I will give you that. [And better equipped too. Autobots didn't carry around swords- they had more passive weapons like grappler hooks and mallets.]

Lucky for you, I have no interest in continuing this. [He stands, turning his back on Wing.] Enjoy your half dead intelligence agent.

[winged_knight]

[The knight makes certain to put himself between the seeker and the prone form of the intelligence agent, blades at the ready and his expression fiercely determined.]

[The corner of Wing's mouth twitches at Starscream's next comments though. He bites his tongue, not wanting to provoke the Decepticon jet further.]

Lucky indeed.

[It's all he says as Starscream turns to go, waiting to be certain that the seeker truly intends to leave the area before relaxing his defenses.

[raceme]

[Blurr really wanted to be more helpful to you Wing, but with his system shutting down due to trauma and low levels of energon he couldn't do much. He will be really embarrassed once his processor stops working properly again. Blurr can't even talk properly now.]

gnnnh...ouch....

Figure we could wrap this up...

[winged_knight]

[The groan at his feet grabs at Wing's attention. He edges back, keeping an eye on the retreating mech until the seeker takes to the sky in scream of engines.]

[Wing keeps his audio receptors tuned for Starscream's possible return as he kneels next to Blurr, a gentle hand on his shoulder.]

Blurr. Are you still with me? Can you speak?

Oh good idea :3

[raceme]

Ahmm...Wing? [He turned his head in the direction of the voice.] it'sallabit blurry...

[winged_knight]

Yes it's me. You're safe now. [A slight squeeze on the other bot's shoulder, just to reinforce the notion.]

[He takes a moment to survey the damage. He knows some field triage, hasn't used it since rescuing and evacing refugees during the early war, but things like stopping energon bleed was something you never really forgot. The missing limb is certainly a worry, as are Blurr energy levels in general.]

[He tilts his head to try and look Blurr in the optics.] Starscream's gone, but I want to give a few moments to make sure he's not just circling around. Then I can get you to safety. It's going to be alright.

Oh good idea :3

[raceme]

[Blurr gives him a smile that ends looking more like a grimace. He tries to stand up, but his engine is revving in protest and his legs feel weak.]Starscream h-he..did he hurt you?

[winged_knight]

[Wing's concern deepens at that grimace. There where jagged tears and rents in his chestplate, but minimal energon spillage.] No. Nothing serious. I'm more worried about you. Save your strength. Liege's fortress is not far from here. I can get your there to refuel at least.

[raceme]

[If Blurr could focus enough to notice all that he would get even more worried about his friend. He consider opening his mouth to complain but ...no, Wing's right. Blurr just leans against him.] T- thank you...and I'm really sorry.

Bridal style is the only way to do this. I'd apologize but... NOT REALLY SORRY XD

[winged_knight]

Don't be Blurr, it's what friends and allies are for. I'm just glad I could get here in time.

[It was going to be a little tricky, sanes the one arm. Normally he could secure carry by lifting under both arms, but Wing is concerned about his grip and aggravating Blurr's wound. So instead Wing scoops up the slighter mech, throwing the one good arm around his neck, and stands.]

[He glances down at Blurr's face, searching for the reassuring light in his optics.]

Are you okay, do you feel secure? Hang tight to the Great Sword if you have to. Tell me when you're ready and we'll go.

AWWWW SO CUTE 8D No need to apologize

[raceme]

[Dizzy as eh was, the new position still made his faceplates head up.]

Ii...eh...nonoth-that'sfinethanks...[Blurr's lifted his unharmed arm to hold only Wing's shoulder.] I am not too heavy?

Should we wrap here?

[winged_knight]

No it's fine, I easily have adequate thrust to carry us both. Sorry if it's a bit loud though.

[And with that his twin shoulder nacelles spin out of idle and he leaps, his wings folding out and jump jets activating. He holds tight to Blurr, maneuvering with all his available flight surfaces towards Liege Maximo's fortress.]

ooc

[raceme]

[Work for me, that was really nice. Wing u such a prince in shinning armor c:]