Rated K. PreEarth, during war on Cybertron
The battle was fierce and seemed to go on forever. Prowl continued to try and shout as many orders as he could but as he'd just lost his high ground he was now at a disadvantage. He couldn't see a majority of the battle except for the small part he was now stuck in.
He took out distracted targets with his rifle from behind cover as he tried to patch into the tactical feed from some of his underlings and found himself diving from his cover when a grenade practically landed on top of him.
Out in the open he found himself in a few close quarters fights where he had to bring up some old melee skills he hadn't used in some time. Brandishing dual blades, cutting down any Decepticon that ended up in his path.
Finding another area for cover wasn't hard when piles of scrap metal and destruction laid everywhere one turned. Prowl hadn't thought about looking behind him when he made it to the cover, shooting at more unsuspecting Decepticons as he went. So he was surprised when he got back down to cover after firing off some more shots that his back seemed to run into another mech.
Quickly turning, his firearm raised he came face to face with another bot, broken glass remained attached to the mech's helm as one ice blue optic stared back at him. That being the second thing he focused on, as the first was the blade being held very close to one of his main energon lines in his throat.
There was a tense moment of silence as they looked the other over when Prowl noticed the dirtied and almost covered up Autobot brand around the same time the other noticed his own.
The other Autobot pulled his blade back, shoving it into his subspace when the sound of hurried pedesteps coming from behind Prowl caught their attention. Before Prowl could turn around to defend the other Autobot had grabbed his shoulder and shoved him aside to meet the Decepticon head on. Prowl watched in shock as the mech whipped out what looked like an enforcer's baton, retracted it and flipped it so he was holding the thinner end and smacked the Decepticon across the face with the thicker, heavier end. From there the mech had pulled his blade back out of subspace, ducked the Decepticon's retaliating strike and stabbed him in the chestplates.
The Decepticon crumpled to the ground in a heap as the other mech turned back to Prowl, and without a word moved back to the other side of their cover.
Prowl shook his helm after viewing the spectacle to clear his processor and get back into the battle raging around them.
By the time the battle was over, it was unclear which side had won as the casualties on both sides numbered in the hundreds. He'd ventured from multiple covers as the battle had dragged on, helping where he could until he found significant enough high ground to see the battle in a wider range. They were able to turn the battle more in their favor once he had his optics on the entire field.
Med Bay was packed with wounded; he himself only had a few dents and nicked cables, nothing serious. He'd walked around the bay to take stock on who was injured, who was on berth rest and who was offline. He stored all of the new data into his tactical computer, already mapping out plans with what they had left.
He'd made his rounds and didn't notice him until he was about to leave. The Autobot who'd nearly taken his helm off was sitting on one of the benches off to the side, a medic looking him over as he just sat there.
Prowl actually gave pause to watch for a moment, waiting for some sign of life before moving on.
The mech sat there, the shattered glass removed from his helm, leaving two ice blue optics to stare out at nothing. The mech did not appear to be looking at anything and if Prowl hadn't known any better, he'd say the mech was blind. He watched as a medic shined a light into the mech's optics, Prowl couldn't tell what the outcome was but he saw the medic jotting something down on a datapad.
Prowl turned his attention away and walked out of the bay to head to his office straight for his ever growing pile of datapads.