Abandoned Drive-in Theater
Wildrider giggled. His head was spinning, he couldn't transform, he was laying on his back in the middle of a field and firing blindly, and the Autobot hadn't gone for the kill. Instead of wading in and delivering the death-blow, Smokescreen
had went for his namesake maneuver. Wildrider's giggles became the full-blown maniacal laughter he was known for.
"Are you scared Autobot?" he called from within the clinging field of magnetic smoke. Wildrider clambered to his knees, and then to his feet, listening all the while for the telltale roar of Smokescreen's engine. Unfortunately the Autobot had been smart enough to either transform, or at least to kill his engine.Damn me to the pit
, Wildrider thought. No way of knowing where he's at, so I guess I'll just have to go for it.
Wildrider charged from the smoke, running and an angle and firing all the while. He had no real idea where Smokescreen was, he could be firing in the wrong direction entirely, but he wasn't one to sit and wait. If he was facing the right direction, his scatterblaster covered a huge area with each blast, so he had a good chance of hitting, even firing blind, but he simply had no way of knowing who or what he was firing at.
"Suck my pipes!" Motormaster replied with a snarl, lashing out and grabbing hold of the end of Hot Spot
's gun and forcing its' barrel away. "It'll be a cold day in the smelter before I surrender to the likes of you."
Despite his bravado, Motormaster knew he was in trouble, and from what he could see of the rest of the battlefield, his team wasn't faring much better. It was time to get out while that was still possible.
"It's time for us to bounce," he said, sending a transmission to the Ultrax and summoning a bounce beam to take them directly to Decepticon HQ.
OOC: No one should actually bounce until after Devastron's next post.