Seraph Fighter
Fall Seven Times, Stand Up Eight
"He may be the last of his kind." Arcee spoke as she stepped outside with the others.
"Good thing there's no humans on this planet. It would be impossible to keep him hidden." Shadowstrike commented, before holding her servos up in alarm as Bridge aimed at them with his turrets. "Autobots!" She called, hoping he could hear her.
Arcee tensed up, clenching her servos as she got in a battle stance, just in case he shot. At the sight of Riptide, her optics widened. "Who's that on his shoulder?" She asked.
Shadowstrike shrugged, "I don't know, but today sure has been interesting." She commented, trying to get a better view of Riptide on his shoulder. "Now I really feel short." She muttered
"Good thing there's no humans on this planet. It would be impossible to keep him hidden." Shadowstrike commented, before holding her servos up in alarm as Bridge aimed at them with his turrets. "Autobots!" She called, hoping he could hear her.
Arcee tensed up, clenching her servos as she got in a battle stance, just in case he shot. At the sight of Riptide, her optics widened. "Who's that on his shoulder?" She asked.
Shadowstrike shrugged, "I don't know, but today sure has been interesting." She commented, trying to get a better view of Riptide on his shoulder. "Now I really feel short." She muttered