Transformers *How do you like me now?!* ( Accepting)

[Hawkfire.]

(Ooh that would just be amazing xDD Ironhide is driving after Sideswipe though... :o And then Mirage is like "What the frag are you guys up to?" And Sideswipe's like "Ooh...Nothing..." *Innocent* )

Knock Out looked down, noticing the tension, and followed their gaze. "Scrap."

Sideswipe slowly backed up and transformed behind a corner of a large piece of rubble. Bringing out his swords.

[*Ironhide*]

(Waffles *Facepalm*)

Ironhide kept driving, almost running his trainee over. "SIDESWIPE what are you doing?" He growled transforming behind SideSwipe

Crash looked behind her. "What Scrap?" She sighed.

[marshmallows656]

Blitzwing had simply a deadpan expression but he was mentally preparing himself for more pain, in most experiences with Autobots that was the case. Blue just narrowed her optics towards the Autobot, despite her inability to fight them, she still felt the need to retaliate against them verbally.
'What do you want?' she hissed to the Autobot, threatened by the exposed swords. Blue clenched her servos, wrapping the armor or rubble that was under them, accidentally inflicting pain her partner.

[Hawkfire.]

Sideswipe growled under his breath "Ironhide, stay undercover! 'Cons." He said, trying to explain he dashed out, skimming the air as he leaped over the Decepticons, now behind them "What's your glitch?" He taunted, laughing slightly but inside very confused about Blitzwing.

"That Scrap," snapped Knock Out impatiently, pushing the femme out of the way of Sideswipe and backed up, watching cautiously. "Blue, try to get Blitzwing out of range." He said quietly.

[marshmallows656]

"I'd rather stay behind and kick his aft first," Blue sneered, glaring at Sideswipe. Her audio receptors picked up the frequency of another Autobot, hidden amongst some rubble most likely. Deciding that is was best to go, Blue helped Blitzwing up, having trouble since his frame was much bigger than hers, but nonetheless, was able to walk with him trudging along side her.
As he walked, movement only aggravated his virus, making him have a hard time from stopping himself from purging his tanks on the ground. His pride as well as a detest for the putrid after taste, prevented him from doing so. His backscreamed in agony and he finally just couldn't take it anymore and collapsed, still clinging to Blue who prevented him from falling. To their luck, he hadn't gone down until they were just out of range.

[Hawkfire.]

Knock Out sighed, optics following Sideswipe's every move, paranoid of the Autobot but determined to defend. He drove with a measured pace behind Blue, wincing as she dragged Blitzwing. Countless things wrong with that. When they were out of range Knock Out transformed and kneeled down to Blitzwing, getting his medical kit back out.

Sideswipe spat, disgusted. "They fled! Cowards! ...How could you let them get away?" He snapped at Ironhide

[*Ironhide*]

Ironhide looked between Sideswipe and the area where the decepticons had went. "You weren't even supposed to be out here in the first place. You could have gotten killed."

Crash transformed and flew over to where Knock Out was. "I can hold them off. My Alt-Mode is made for battle."

[Hawkfire.]

Sideswipe rolled his optics "Yea, yeah...We could have made it work, you know...I still can." He drove off after the 'Cons.

Knock Out nodded "Alright. I'll tend to Blitzwing." He said, and positioned the mech in the closet to comfortable it could get, leaning against the rock on his side for support but not twisting any of his circuits. Bringing out his welder he started winding the spine back together.

[MoralChaos]

Chaos wakes from recharge after a moment when he hears more yelling and voices, though only thinks he's hearing things. He glances over at Adalia tiredly when he noticed her staring at the entrance. "Everything alright?" he mumbles with a tired voice.

[marshmallows656]

((Who said anything about draging...?))

With a sigh, Blue sat back down, staying away from the surgical-like scene. Seeing her partner still in agony really made her stray away from him, for a selfish but unimportant reason. She did turn her back to, in a way, check how he was doing. He was surprisingly calm but she could tell he was in immense pain. Turning away, not wanting to get involved for her own conceited reasons, she looked back at the rubbled landscape which disgusted her. She dug a digit into the earth which moved to her desire quite easily. To allow her processor to escape from boredom, she dug undesignated lines into the earth, no sense of direction as to what she wanted the 'picture' to end up looking like.