Elita watched the animalistic Cybertronian uneasily, wondering if he was looking for trouble. “… Greetings, predacon. Can I help you with something?”
Tidepool took a moment to address the Autobot. Something in the air around her pleased his sensors. His optics rolled into…
Elita immediately took up a defensive position, pointing two slim, rectangular energon blasters at him while backing up a few steps. “Go find someone else to snack on, ‘Con,” she snapped, continuing her backwards pace away from him.
Tidepool transformed into Beast Mode, his stinger now fully protruded as he hovered erratically. “I don’t think today is your lucky day, fembot!” The Fuzor sped towards Elita, ready to leave his prey a dry husk.
Elita weighed her options for about half an astrosecond, then decided on attempting to run first. She would have to try multiple things to discover this… this /creature’s/ weakness. She bolted, keeping a safe 20 feet away from him at all times.
"HEY! COME BACK! RUNNING MAKES YOUR ENERGON LESS SWEET!" Tidepool yelled after the fleeing Autobot. "IF YOU BRING THAT SWEET AFT BACK HERE, I WILL GIVE YOU A FIGHTING CHANCE!" He was running off of instinct now, his beast mode's influence controlling his every function. Besides his mouth.










