(OOC: Well, that's another mystery solved; I am blind. I'm so sorry, Sid! I totally missed your post. )Skies over the Yellow Sea
Autobots, Autobots everywhere. And not an astrosecond to waste.
. That was precisely what Blitzwing intended to do. Maim them, kill them, burn them. As long as violence involved their destruction, there would be no problems, no complaints from his end.
Keeping pace with Ramjet and Astrotrain, Blitzwing lanced through the sky at a furious speed as if he were a blade determined to cleave his opponent in half with a single strike. The element of surprise was a tactic he favoured heavily in combat, and he wanted to get the drop on the Autobots as soon as possible. Quite literally, too.
The very thought of squashing a few Autobugs under his ponderous tracks prompted a cackle from Blitzwing. And so did the amount of these fools as they scurried across the shoreline, seeking refuge in the forested area that lay just beyond it like vile cyber-insects escaping the sudden appearance of light and retreating to the safety of darkness.
What an infestation. But what an opportunity to eliminate so much filth all at once.>>“You know, I always thought the cyber-gnats from Vos were a pain in the aft.”<<
Blitzwing had opened a channel to both Ramjet
. >>“Then I found Autobots. Frag me—now
they're a nuisance. What say we play exterminators and wipe these pests out? How 'bout it?”<<
In true Blitzwing fashion, the Triple Changer surged ahead without waiting for a response from either of his two comrades and unleashed a barrage of machine gun fire into the forest, bullets streaking through leaves and branches alike, shredding the vegetation with the utmost ease.
Although concealed from sight, Blitzwing's tactical avionics registered the Autobots' energy signatures amongst the lush foliage. That, and his confidence told him, despite firing blind, that he'd hit something eventually.
Who he saw and who he didn't see, however, was of no concern. It had been too long since Blitzwing had mixed it up with the Autobots and, on this particular occasion, he planned to enjoy himself, to have a little fun before tacking on his serious expression and proceeding to the more brutal—but equally as delightful—aspect of battle: dealing out death.