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Post by thelegion on Feb 28, 2018 0:17:18 GMT
Located between the Decepticon controlled city of Esserlon and the Hydrax Plateau was the area known as the Hydrax Ravine. A vast area of the Rust Sea that had once held a wealthy city during the era of the thirteen, but had found itself slowly destroyed by the growing Rust Sea that led to vast portions of it's foundations collapsing in on itself up until it's sudden annihilation during the cataclysm. Now all that remained where ruins, many of them hidden underneath millenia of numerous Cybetronian's failed attempts to reclaim the area and the settlements they'd left behind afterwards.
Even now, after centuries away from the planet neither Autobot or Decepticon had found a way to fight against the Rust Sea that could consume an unlucky mech within hours without the shelter of underground. For those who ventured into the tunnels and caverns that formed the Hydrax Ravine though they'd find a combination of narrow gulleys and vast valleys fit for even fast flying aerialbots.
Tasked with watching the Decepticon city of Esserlon, Serenity wasn't a particularly fast flier. In fact with her avian aerialmode it was fair to say she was on the slower side of her aerial allies. Unlike her vehicular counterparts who often exceeded her in speed however, she had a number of advantages in the Rust Sea. Most useful of all was with the faux-skin that covered her entire frame and formed a fleshy surface over the top of her armour plating, she was practically immune to rust exposure. Although the physical shards that flew during a Rust Storm would rip her apart just as easily as any other Cybertronian, it left her with some measure of survivability above the surface.
So it was here she sat legs crossed in a meditative pose, only inches from the open mouth of a cavern as her sharp optics pierced the light rust storm and watched the increasing activity of Esserlon with a growing unease.
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Post by Shadowstrike on Feb 28, 2018 0:46:08 GMT
It wasn't unusual for Shadow-Strike to find himself on the edges of a community, as was only natural of his position as a freelance mercenary. Even when he was under contract so very few employees where willing to allow him into the more private areas of their faction. A natural distrust of outsiders, looking at the lack of emblem branded into his body and simply assuming it as a sign of untrustworthiness. All the while offering exuberant prices for his services even as they considered how best to remove him, when he became a threat.
Shadow-Strike never took offense to such thoughts nor the actions that followed them anymore however, experience had taught him how such things where rarely personal and a need to keep his reputation had ensured everyone willing to hire him knew the consequences of betrayal. On more than one occasion a treacherous Decepticon mastermind had found their coup succeeding only to die days later for their attempts to erase the evidence of their less acceptable actions during their power grab. Just as more than one Autobot had found themselves attempting to 'clean their hands of their misdeeds' to find themselves suffering a fate worse than death. It was a sad reality of his work that he often found himself in the employee of vipers and if he'd taken such actions personal, he'd never have survived as long as he had.
Nowadays though the traitors and oath-breakers where few and far between, far too scared of a mech who always gained revenge even after near certain death. The rumor of even complete annihilation being only a temporary nuisance had kept the Black Reaper as an assassin even the most foolish where weary to backstab.
Still even then a reluctance to cheat, Shadow-Strike was far from trusting him. So he wasn't particularly surprised to find himself walking through the subterranean outskirts of Esserlon even as the true Decepticons discussed their plans to fight the Autobots. An event that the mercenary had already been hired for, as well as the security of the meeting which had in turn led to him searching the outskirts for Autobot spies and scouts even as a light rust storm swarmed the surface above him with hundreds of corroded shards that even now where razor sharp.
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Post by thelegion on Feb 28, 2018 1:09:22 GMT
For a moment the femme remained sitting calmly, even as her mind whirled in a flurry of fast paced thoughts that would have left most reeling before she made a decision. With a practiced movement, Serenity rose. The wings situated on her back unfurling in a cloud of white that swarmed the cavern mouth even as her lowest set fluttered across the ground sending a rush of wind that allowed her almost to float onto her feet before she glided forward. Her pede's touching the floor with the softest of touches as she gained speed and the curtain of white began to enshroud her from the storm. She knew even now in her spark the option to near closer would be one fraught with peril but still she went, as her duty required.
Then she was gone, emerging fully into the storm and out of the protection of her former surroundings as she rushed forward. The call of her aerial forms desire to be set free whispering in her ear like a dark pleasure even as she knew the dangers of flying so close to a Decepticon city. It was a risk even now she knew she couldn't take as she only continued to move forward, the shards of long forgotten civilizations whirling past her in a whirlwind of anger that she struggled against.
Then just as quickly as she'd entered the storm, she left. Her wings sagging almost in relief as she slipped into the cover of another dark cavern. The glow of her soft azure optics the only sign of light which guided her footsteps deeper and towards what she could only hope was an exit, one closer to the Decepticon threat that even now left her unsettled. Yet still she couldn't go anywhere but forward. To run now and flee as her instincts whispered sounded too much like abandoning her friends to an incoming danger, her knowledge could stop.
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Post by Shadowstrike on Feb 28, 2018 1:33:33 GMT
With audio-receptors trained and modified over centuries to perfection, the addition of wingbeats in the muffled storm above was like a shot in the silence of a dead city. The unique sounds that came with the flapping of faux-skin that only a beastformer could possess was one that had his head tilting in concentration as he listened further. Only to pick up the rattle of footsteps almost a whisper against the rusted surface, but one that he could still pick up as he turned to the sound above. Only skill honed over lifetimes allowed him to move with certainty, turning back onto the route he had come from regardless of the sound that headed in a slightly different direction. The internal map of the area he had patrolled and faith in his abilities fighting the natural instinct to simply follow the sound to it's source.
Instead he continued retracing his steps, through worn canyons and narrow paths only a step from gaping abysses with a silent confidence that was almost as unnatural as the lack of sound that carried in his own footsteps. Which should have carried more than once as he traversed uneven ground and the corroded landscape that even deep down hadn't been left completely untouched. For now though the storm remained on the surface, creating a stark contrast with the sounds he traced. Each of which only increased his certainty that the target he traced wasn't supposed to be here.
Even untrusted and discriminated against the Predacons and Beastformers of the Decepticon army would have remained in Esserlon. If not for the purpose of assisting in the planning stage then out of the ridiculous fear that those beasts which stepped into the wilderness of the Rust Sea would never willingly leave again. Only a non-Decepticon would traverse this area with such a form.
And so, Shadow-Strike hunted.
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Post by thelegion on Feb 28, 2018 1:55:12 GMT
Alone in the darkness of the cavern, Serenity could admit to herself their was something awe-inspiring in just how the natural power of the Rust Sea had overcame technology and even the ever impressive will of the Cybertronian race time and time again. It was here, stepping into the corroded settlements of a ruin below the surface that she found herself considering just how her fellow Autobots would consider the thought. It wasn't difficult to imagine them disgusted and disquieted by her own reverence of a force of nature that had claimed countless lives. Yet still even with the shame such thoughts filled her with, her own admiration for the sea would never fade.
Perhaps it was only in her nature to admire such a thing, for even in the devastation it brought it was a piece of this planets natural order and a healthy respect for such was something all Eukarians held. A fact which had more than once left bigots assuming their race as primitive when rather so much of their own technology was just as advanced, once the sacrifices made for ecologically sustainable machinery was considered. The cruel irony of those who would fight for the freedom of all sentient beings, yet so easily dismissed her kind wasn't lost on her as she paced through long lost ruins.
Only the gentle shake of her head seemed to clear the darker thoughts that plagued her as she listened for the distant sound of machinery, and the city it would lead her too.
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Post by Shadowstrike on Feb 28, 2018 2:28:58 GMT
The basics of hunting someone wasn't a particularly complicated task, often relying simply on an understanding of where they would be and then arriving their in time to intercept them. What often was the most complicated part of the task was simply ensuring that they could be located. In a galaxy filled with hiding spots and those willing to offer their services to assist in the disappearance of such individuals, the task could regularly require the use of contacts and rumors to find them. Once within range of the target however different skills where important.
In the case of those unlucky few unaware of the contract out on them, it was usually a matter of employing stealth to keep them unaware until the crucial moment where they could be eliminated or captured. Although the prey he hunted now possibly didn't possess a contract like most, their presence here made them such a mark. So with silent steps and a cautious eye, Shadow-Strike strode forward. His attention consumed with every sound they caused as the distance between them closed and he began to slow to a more calculating pace. With only his memory of the area around him allowing him to take the twisted turns and sudden drops with the faith that he wouldn't take an unexpected turn into their line of sight.
Primus willing they wouldn't see him even as their cold corpse fell to the ground, just another piece of future salvage.
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Post by thelegion on Feb 28, 2018 2:41:45 GMT
To say the city she entered had been abandoned would be a lie, although it would neither be a contradiction to consider the city lifeless. Already, Serenity had passed more than one body ravaged either by the devastating winds that had left little identifiable or the rust molds which had once been filled with life. Underneath the surface it resembled more of a irreparable tomb, rather than the grand city it once must have been as she glided almost unseeing through the collapsed remains of skyscrappers just as easily as shattered homes. In the rage of the sea, nothing had been spared.
Instead only the extinction of hope remained.
In that moment surrounded by nothing but the consequences of arrogance and ambition, Serenity prayed for those lost sparks that remained buried in the rust.
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Post by Shadowstrike on Feb 28, 2018 3:03:50 GMT
Entering into the next cavern, Shadow-Strike was forced to twist his body as his frame barely fit through the narrow but lengthy passageway. Which eventually left him stepping forward onto the edge of a cliff with a sudden drop, five hundred feet to the city below. An almost terrifying height for even the durable form of a Cybertronian, but one that Shadow-Strike couldn't view as anything else but breath taking as he took another moment to admire the buried city.
Hidden underneath the surface, Shadow-Strike could almost feel the memories of the city as he stared out across the landscape and towards the buildings below. His optics taking in every feature like a long lost relative, from the fallen skyscrapers that had once stood mighty in celebration of one of the numerous primes from the Age of Evolution, to the sightless observatory it's telescope long bowed in acceptance it would never see the sky again after the world had settled over it. Then like it was an illusion of the mind, Shadow-Strike's optics hardened the nostalgic gleam that such eyes had once held gone as he returned to the task at hand.
Within miliseconds, the assassin began setting up designating such a structure as the one he stood in as a suitable spot once he took the time to listen to the figure below, their decision to have dallied in this place signalling their end as he determined they where here in the city. In a movement, long drilled into memory, the snipers backplate rose allowing the sleek form of a Nucelon Charge Rifle to slide into place on his shoulder just as his visor was illuminated with the targeting data such a weapon required.
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Post by thelegion on Feb 28, 2018 3:20:15 GMT
Listlessly, Serenity moved through the streets. Her thoughts a million steps away from where she stood even as her optics took in more and more of the devastation. It felt wrong here, like stepping on the bodies of those long dead. With only the corpses on display to remove such worries, it didn't leave her in a better mood. They where dead and regardless of the time that separated them she could feel the heart-wrenching loss each of them must have felt when they realized their end had came.
For a instant she considered flying away, retreating back to the surface and finding another way closer to Esserlon. Even in her head though such an idea seemed disrespectful, like she was abandoning those lost sparks in fear rather than leaving them with the dignity they deserved. And so with a heavy spark she continued onwards, cataloging every body she saw in her mind even as she knew no one else would care when she reported whatever was going on in Esserlon. A city like this had been lost long before the war had even been a thought in the most twisted mind.
With a sigh as her thoughts attempted to slip towards the importance of the war and how much that had come before it was forgotten, Serenity allowed herself to flow onto the tilted structure of what on a second look appeared to be a building-sized telescope. The shards of it's glittering glass center where now spread everywhere creating a dazzling sensation of light in the process as the glow of her optics shown off them.
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Post by Shadowstrike on Feb 28, 2018 3:56:22 GMT
The darkness of the cavern was absolute, as had been much of the territory, Shadow-Strike had walked through up till this point. With only the view of what a human considered visible light, such a journey as the one the assassin had walked would have been perilous if not outright impossible to survive. Forged for war and all terrains though, Shadow-Strike was not constrained by human limitations and with the use of infared even the absolute darkness was pierced while his frame only gave off the dimmest of glows from the visor across his optics. In that regard he was a spectre, physically there although so well removed from the plane of sight that he might have been non-existent.
The touch of death that he brought though would linger, selecting targets and claiming them without remorse.
With a glance down his scope, Shadow-Strike searched for his rifles latest victim. A description that had fitted countless bodies in the past, each of them eliminated by the deadly touch of a reapers personal weapon. The Nucelon Charge Rifle which now hummed in savage anticipation like a wild demon ready to be unleashed as the chambers within continued to heat up building towards the hellacious heat that when fired would pierce the hull of a warship with barely an effort. Never mind the fragile frame of his unaware target.
Who almost as though called by simply the thought of her appeared. Her frame stepping out of the cover that would have done little to save her, past hiding her exact location, and onto the telescope of the observatory. The glow of her optics like a beacon that would have been unignorable even if he'd been looking towards the other side of the city. Now though she was the only sight he cared for as he stared down at her, the blazing symbol of autonomy every Autobot fought for stamped across her chest like just another target.
In silence, Shadow-Strike lined up the shot. His optics watching as she stared across the sparkling glass that shimmered off her frame like an angelic warrior of Primus newly born from the allspark.
Then he pulled the trigger.
And the city burned in apocalyptic light.
As the screech of The Pits opening up awakened the dead city.
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Post by thelegion on Feb 28, 2018 14:48:01 GMT
Floating in the light reflected from azure orbs, Serenity watched the sparkling shards that reflected the world in a shattered image. Their beams of light piercing the darkness of the world and pushing outwards to highlight the finer details. From magnificent engravings of Primes and ships that pushed past the stars embedded across the observatory, to the grains of rust that foretold the eventual fate of their race. The eventuality of death that even their immortal kind would never truly defeat.
With the darkness of her thoughts, seeing nothing but illusions of the mind, Serenity stared into the glass and like a scrying crystal, the sinister glow of a blood red visor appeared in the corner of her optics. Her instincts screamed and so devoid of careful thought, her body reacted throwing itself to the side in a glide that sent her hurtling off the telescope. Only miliseconds before her world was blanketed with the burning embers of The Pits, it's blazing heat scorching against her thermo-resistant wings and leaving them in agony. The hungry howl of the missed shot echoing across the cavern as the embers set the ground it touched alight before melting deeper and deeper towards the core of the planet. It's unquenchable thirst untouched with the near miss that left Serenity fleeing.
Her pede's pushing her further and further away even as she was forced to push instincts to fly away down deep, against a sniper the lack of cover would be deadly. So instead she ran keeping her body covered by the turmoil around her at all times even as she continued to push forward. The need to find the threat constantly pulsing in the back of her head as she warred between surviving the encounter unharmed and rushing to face the enemy.
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Post by Shadowstrike on Feb 28, 2018 15:13:52 GMT
Shadow-Strike, snarled as his target fled. Their continued existence a sign of his failure as his optics sharpened to stare into the distance where she had disappeared between desolate buildings. The hunt once just business had now became a little more personal, as he stared at the crystallized ground where his burning plasma round had met the surface. Without a body aside it though the mark, so small in the distance now was only a memento of his disappointment.
Such emotions though would only be a weakness during this chase, so they where purged, discarded for the moment till they could be later tackled as he went through the efficient movements of returning the NCR to his backplate. Then just as quickly as he'd set up, Shadow-Strike was moving, launching himself off the cliff and into a five hundred foot drop with barely a concern for his safety. As the wind followed him with excited howls that reveled in his reckless leap, as the thrusters in his pede's and backplate where suddenly pushed to their limit in reducing his speed. Only to prevail at the last second as he landed near silently falling into a roll that transferred the weight off his pede's across his entire frame and prevented the crippling damage that would surely have occurred otherwise.
Just before he continued onwards, sprinting with that same eerie silence and determination in his optics before he flew forward. His body transforming in mid-air as his waist twisted and his legs folded backwards while his top half formed the front of the Cybertronian muscle car that landed only seconds later. Before it accelerated, the sound of it's engine silent but unimportant compared to the sudden sound of tires scrambling across corroded metal at ever increasing speeds.
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Post by thelegion on Feb 28, 2018 16:17:15 GMT
The sound of thrusters, where deafening in the silence almost like a bomb erupting to bring further devastation to a kingdom that had already lost too much. Soon though even the thrusters stopped, allowing the silence to return with only the rush of her footsteps and the sway of her wings creating noise as she suddenly changed direction heading further away from the origin of the bursts of sound. After less than five hurried burst though another sound screamed into existence, the dreadful squeal of tires against metal at excessive speeds which neared every closer.
Far too fast to outrun. Too dangerous to fly.
So Serenity stopped fleeing.
With a twist of her left pede she spun, her wings flowing around her before she came to a stop facing the resounding howls that where nearing closer every second. Then with a single movement her wings spread wide, bursting away from her central frame as thermo-energon rushed through every spiked feather and left Serenity's form radiant in their might.
She would run no more.
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Post by Shadowstrike on Feb 28, 2018 16:48:12 GMT
Racing through the remnants of the once lively metropolis, Shadow-Strike passed buildings at reckless speeds and straight through them when they where deemed a simple shortcut, forever pushing his limits as he narrowly avoided smashing through structures with only milimeters to spare. All the while aware of the narrowing gap between him and the femme he pursued. The subtle steps of her flight to an impossible freedom where just as audible as the shift of her wings when she stopped and turned to face him.
If he could, Shadow-Strike would have smirked, with the constraints of his alternative mode though the only response he could give was simply hasten his breakneck pace. So he did, crossing entire blocks in seconds as the gap between them was reduced further and further until he saw her.
Alone, like everyone else forced to enter this city, Serenity stood apart. Her wings spread wide in defiance of death's incoming specter as the glass skyscraper between them suddenly became a much less surmountable obstacle as from his bonnet a set of dual magmabusters rose, their barrels aimed at the glass as well as the femme behind it. Before they fired, spitting dense packets of molten magma that shattered glass and continued onwards to the femme even as Shadow-Strike neared closer.
His frame passing over the fragments of the window before he began to transform. The front of his alternative mode practically burst open in a flurry of barely contained action as thermo-energon blades errupted from his gauntlets with a ravenous hiss as they ignited, illuminating the world around the two when Serenity's wings failed to. Even as his legs stayed bent, now facing the correct way as they allowed him to slide across the ground in a practiced skid that left Serenity little time to move as his left blade swung to the side in an assault designed to bisect her horizontally from the waist.
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Post by thelegion on Feb 28, 2018 17:14:55 GMT
The incoming sound reaching near inaudible thundering screams and screeches was the only warning Serenity needed, as bright optics caught sight of Shadow-Strike. His alternative mode a mixture of sleek shapes and sharp edges that had been designed for speed and perfected for war. The red biolights that covered his form where almost non-existent dimmed to the point only the total darkness around them succeeded in highlighting them through the glass mirage of the structure he was charging through. With such fragile cover between them, the menace of his threat sent a shiver through her even as her optics narrowed watching for the moment he attacked.
Almost as soon as that though crossed her mind, the automatic guns rose from the hood of his alternative mode and fired. Instinctively though, Serenity's wings rushed forward creating a wall that buckled under the force of the molten projectiles but held strong with only a flare of her wings responding in excitement at meeting the charge. Then with barely a though she moved leaping into the air as her wings spread out causing her to glide over the blade that would have claimed her life if she hadn't.
For a second she allowed herself to admire the way she floated, half her height and having narrowly missed the blade which she could still feel in the slight burn of her pede's. Before with barely a movement she was facing the enemy that had just moments ago almost killed her. So she responded with similar aggression as she swooped downwards, razor edge blades rushing down like a thousand arrows as they tried to impale themselves on the moving form of her opponent.
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Post by Shadowstrike on Feb 28, 2018 17:37:04 GMT
The screech of metal on metal as Shadow-Strike's frame skidded across the ground at high speed was something the mech had long ago learned to ignore in favor of more important sounds. Such as the sound of thermo-energon blades cutting through armour and protoform before leaving a sizzling sound as they met air after cutting straight through. Alongside the natural resistance armour provided before it failed in it's attempt to protect the vulnerable spark within.
This time though there was no resistance, nor sounds of victory as his blade failed to reach it's target when she leaped over his strike. In turn leaving Shadow-Strike to slide aimlessly for less than a moment before he was reacting. The precarious position he was now in, requiring sudden action as the femme descended on him like a vengeful wraith. Her wings lusting for the energon in his veins though failed to catch their prey as he twisted, with one set narrowly missing his chest before thrusters pushed him to the side out of range of the strikes.
An escape though would only avoid such a foe for so long however. So with a movement that was sinfully smooth, Shadow-Strike rose onto one knee then the other till he was in a crouched position for only the barest of moments, before he sprung upwards. The burst of pistons in his legs catapulting high into the air with an explosive speed similar to a seeker before thrusters in his heels launched him further, sending him hurtling over Serenity as his frame contorted in mid-air before both blades lashed out in an onslaught determined to remove the femme's helm from her shoulders.
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Post by thelegion on Feb 28, 2018 18:02:04 GMT
Watching as her blades sunk into rust rather than the ever tempting frame of her adversary, left Serenity growling in frustration. Even after the graceful flutter of her pede's kissing the ground showed nothing of the emotions that warred across her face. Just before even that moment of anger was sacrificed in response to Shadow-Strike's retaliation as her wings shifted around her form, rising up into a barrier of burning gold that strained against the vipers strike. Then twisted inwards as her wings forced the blades away and spread outwards again revealing the settling form of Shadow-Strike before she burst forward.
In a flurry of speed, she was right aside him. The blades of his, too far to reach in time as she struck. Her right pede outstretched as the talons on her feet tried to pierced through the armour of his chest straight to the spark underneath.
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Post by Shadowstrike on Feb 28, 2018 18:14:54 GMT
With the twist of her wings that left his blades spread away from his body, all Shadow-Strike could do was land solidly on his pede's. A feat that even now was a show of his skills as he tried to gain the advantage that had been lost with her defense. Almost as soon as he'd landed though she was aside him, a gleeful look in her optics as she prepared to strike with the knowledge his blades wouldn't be able to reach her attacking limb in time. Instead the only defense he could provide was leaning backwards, even as he knew the talons on her feet would still manage to reach their destination.
Against a mech capable of only attempting a lackluster defense in this scenario, Serenity's strike would surely be his death. For a mech built as a weapon however, other options existed.
Even with his blade arms spread as they where, Shadow-Strike tilted them. His right arm pointed towards Serenity's left leg, a moment before the cable-launcher in his gauntlet fired forward with ruthless aggression that intended to rip the momentum of Serenity's strike away from her. Just before his left blade came in with a savage lunge for her processor.
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Post by thelegion on Feb 28, 2018 21:26:47 GMT
Serenity's taloned feet never connect with Shadow-Strike's chestplate. For a moment they almost do, carried by the momentum of her strike and a certainty at this speed she'll pierce straight through and claw into his vitals.
With victory so close she almost smiles.
Then the cable-launcher strikes, hurtling out of the assassins gauntlet to smash into her leg with a sickening crunch that caused agony to fill her entire left side before her support is swept out from underneath her. The force of the cable's metal end sending her practically spinning forward, as her right foot misses it's target when it finds itself attempting to adjust to the lack of anything holding her upright. It's only instinct and desperation that causes her wings to fall forward like a curtain unfurling as the surely lethal strike Shadow-Strike aimed for her helm is deflected away. In the process slicing the cable in half as the wings strike it before finding support in the ground.
Then just before she can prepare a counterattack her left leg touches the ground again and all she can feel is agony from the dented and ruined metal. So instead she pushes back her wings pushing her away from the danger as two of her blazing feathers are launched with vicious intent towards the mech. She doubts such a simple attack while get him though as she finds herself landing, only feet away from the Assassin as she stared with cold optics.
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Post by Shadowstrike on Feb 28, 2018 22:13:13 GMT
The crunch Serenity's left leg strut makes as the weighted metallic end of the fibre-corp cable collides with it is almost satisfying as she's thrusted forward, her helm exposed in the process and such a tempting target. Right up until the moment infuriatingly impenetrable wings cover her, only moments before his blade arrives to find unrelenting steel rather than a vulnerable weakpoint. Such has became a standard in this short fight, that in truth has only lasted about thirty seconds since they first found themselves face to face. It feels longer, but experience has long taught Shadow-Strike when death is so close even seconds become dragged out as their processors push themselves to survive the inevitable.
It's why when Serenity's burning spikes are launched from her extraordinary plume, his blades are already rushing to meet them. The fast-moving projectiles almost crawl across his sight rather that fly before they're slapped away. The first off into the distance when his blade hits it just perfectly, before the seconds is hit just a second too slow causing it so spin out as it slaps against his battlemask in passing. The burning edge fails to do little more than superficial damage but still for a second it melts into the right side of his face creating a minor divot that fails to bleed energon but is visible to the eye.
Just like the more severe damage done to Serenity's injured leg that brings him only the faintest feelings of contentment as they stand face to face, neither moving but ready to spring into action again at the slightest movement.
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