Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2019 15:22:44 GMT
Sideswipe yelled as he was thrown from the vortex, hearing the shouts from the Decepticons before they faded as the vortex closed. His battered body collided with the sand and gravel, tumbling a few feet before he came to a stop on his side.
Behind him was an uneven trail of energon from his wounds, many reopened from his constant beatings while under the “care” of Deathsaurus. But his worse ones were by the Insecticon he had allowed to run him through in order to have a way to get through the arena wall and save his minicon friend. He had gotten out and sent Windstrike to the next safest location, which was Crown City. He knew the mini was vaguely aware of the landscape there and there was far too many places to hide for the Decepticons to immediately catch him so easily.
Hissing under his breath, Sideswipe forced himself to his hands and knees, crawling his way towards a rock overhang, energon leaking from his wounds in small trails down his armor. One would think he had been through the war all over again from his battered, beaten appearance, optics once more their shining blue but full of exhaustion and seething rage. Once he reached the overhang he plopped down on his back, dragging himself backwards until he was pressed against the dusty rocks, reaching up to the side of his helm to open a private com, “::This is Sideswipe, former member of the Autobots, if anyone I know is getting this I need help. ASAP. I’m leaking energon profusely, medical attention greatly needed.::” The mech sent his SOS, rarely finding reason to call for such help, but now he needed it.
On the off chance an unwelcomed guest was to come though, the frontliner-turned-mercenary had his hard-light sword ready, activating it while he awaited assistance and forcing himself to maintain some awareness.
Behind him was an uneven trail of energon from his wounds, many reopened from his constant beatings while under the “care” of Deathsaurus. But his worse ones were by the Insecticon he had allowed to run him through in order to have a way to get through the arena wall and save his minicon friend. He had gotten out and sent Windstrike to the next safest location, which was Crown City. He knew the mini was vaguely aware of the landscape there and there was far too many places to hide for the Decepticons to immediately catch him so easily.
Hissing under his breath, Sideswipe forced himself to his hands and knees, crawling his way towards a rock overhang, energon leaking from his wounds in small trails down his armor. One would think he had been through the war all over again from his battered, beaten appearance, optics once more their shining blue but full of exhaustion and seething rage. Once he reached the overhang he plopped down on his back, dragging himself backwards until he was pressed against the dusty rocks, reaching up to the side of his helm to open a private com, “::This is Sideswipe, former member of the Autobots, if anyone I know is getting this I need help. ASAP. I’m leaking energon profusely, medical attention greatly needed.::” The mech sent his SOS, rarely finding reason to call for such help, but now he needed it.
On the off chance an unwelcomed guest was to come though, the frontliner-turned-mercenary had his hard-light sword ready, activating it while he awaited assistance and forcing himself to maintain some awareness.