@tacticalxcommander continued from here ...
Redstrike’s tail tips flick behind him, his head is pounding from having used the Triptych Mask to finish the fight. He’s still sporting a cracked windshield anyway...which Codeblue is going to be furious about later. Right now he can tell the damage is minial and his spark isn’t showing so he considers it fine. He stops in his effort to collect his neglect drink from the table just behind Prowl’s ...or leave when he hears the comment and turns, his third optic snapping shut just as he does.
“I’m sure you can. But I’ve heard that type of talk too much in my lifetime...and I find it infuriating.” He gestures at the unconcious mech. “If you weren’t here, I wouldn’t have left him breathing.” And it’s the truth because right now fury is battling for his control, it had overwhelmed the logical part of his processors telling him to stay seated, telling him that Prowl would deal with them. One word too many...and the fury had overcome him.
He reaches for his drink and pauses, glancing down at his servos...covered in energon. He was sloppy. He usually ended fights much cleaner than that ...but he’d been lost to his anger ...and wound up using his hands rather than his fangs. Good news for the other mech...bad news for his paint job.
