Fight or Flight

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Characters: @sv19 , @zephyr
Location: Central Crown City, at 2:00 A.M. in the morning
Content Warnings: Violence and possible gore
Plot Summary: A Decepticon and Autobot warrior engage in combat. Sev:

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It was coursing through his veins, it was surging in his spark, it was blaring on his radar---that feeling. That sensation he felt whenever one of them came into his sights.

A lone signal pierced the bleakness of the starless sky of the early morning. The aerojet automobile started his engine, letting it build up to a hum as he raced from the alleyways of Crown city into the slightly more open roads, his spoiler angling downward as his vehicle chassis hugged the ground, almost caressing it as he tracked the distant signature above him. Sev kept his headlights off, as he allowed his funeral black colors blend him in with the road as much as they could. He was a a blurr, his silver never caressing the darkness with a glint of ghostly glimmer.

Tracking a flier was going to be difficult, especially with it soaring through the sky. But his instincts told him the night had a high chance of being a long one.

He stuck to the shaded highways shaded by the skyscrapers, navigating through the city as to keep up with the signal. The warrior wasn’t foolish enough to blindly hunt: he kept his radio ready to request a groundbridge if need be, his steering wheel prepared to direct his body into adequate stunts should the flier change course.

This was not the only thing Sev was prepared for however---a second humming sound emitted from his equipment.

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Zephyr loved looking up at the night sky, enjoying the spectacle provided by stars immeasurably far away. Sadly, light pollution drowned out the fainter stars in many urban areas, and Crown City was no exception. The stars made the war feel insignificant, and they seemed like the one constant thing no matter how their battles went. She remembered bringing this up to her brother, to which he responded, "The stars themselves will burn out after a few trillion years; the ones you can see, a few million. Everything dies. Enjoy it while you can." He ended up receiving a dent in his arm for that.

A glint of light from below pulled Zephyr back to the present. It was a car, camouflaged against the black asphalt of the road. She couldn't quite make out the model, but the fact that its headlights were off raised alarms. It might not be anything dangerous, but just in case...

Zephyr's jet mode shimmered and turned invisible to all forms of electromagnetic radiation. Her energon signature should already be masked, but she double-checked. Scrap. It wasn't. She banked a hard right, flying off perpendicular to where Sev was heading, and hurriedly turned it off. She dropped her rifle into a more easily accessible subspace compartment, swapping the barrel out to fire a continuous laser, and dropped the mercury canisters into the compartment that loads her shoulder guard. She would be ready for whatever is thrown at her. Hopefully.

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His target had yet to ground bridge away. They'd disappeared from his scanners, but they were in the area. He could still hear the faintest growls of the fliers engine, echoing through the city like the last call of a dying wolf. His intuition told him the Autobot wouldn't leave soon--not without taking a poke at him anyways. 

The street-savvy stealth vehicon stayed on course, keeping to the city's long shadows, wearing the blackness as if it was an old favorite coat. As he drove on, small objects were flicked out of his hatch, whistling through the air lightly before cutting into buildings behind; the vehicon utilizing his "flickers" which projected his knives. Aiming was a matter of using his review mirrors. 

>>Killing protocols activated  

Sev had slowed his pace as he continued straight, stopping in the shade of an skyscraper before initiating his transformation sequence. His position was expired already, but he needn't worry. Sev shoved his parts into position, as he once again force-morphed himself from vehicle mode to bot mode. The shadows didn't conceal noise, and noise was exactly what he made. Sev's systems were prepped however, he was behind cover, his visor keened to energon signatures. The secondary engine within his inventory contiued to hum lowly as well--

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While Zephyr disliked direct fighting, she would have to if she were to return to base safely. It's not out of a misplaced sense of morality or anything, unlike Chronon. You could practically see a halo around her head. Zephyr disliked fighting simply because she wasn't made for fighting. She was supposed to be a sniper. Go in invisible, snipe target, leave. Fighting would leave her vulnerable to her armour being damaged and thus unable to go invisible. For someone who relies on stealth a great deal, that is a crippling disadvantage.

But that was irrelevant. Zephyr had been spotted. She transformed and dropped out of the sky, firing her thrusters so she didn't end up slamming into the asphalt roads. Her shoulder guard had several cylinders of mercury vapour, but hopefully the brief glance the Vehicon took wouldn't reveal too much about her or her arsenal. Her rifle materialized in her hands, an identical cylinder protruding out of the side, ready to fire.

"I know you're here," Zephyr called out upon hearing the loud transformation noise. "Leave." She then snuck away from her location as quietly as possible, as her voice would indicate her position. She checked her temperature gauge. Still a while before she could go invisible again. She should hide until then.