The man grins wide, first looking to the left, then to the right and finally behind him. Good, there is no one else around. Turning to look back in front of himself, he gleefully and eagerly eyes his target. A tank. Completely unguarded and just sitting there! If it weren't for the fact it looked to be in perfect shape, the man would have wondered if someone had abandoned it. Maybe it still was but only recently. Not that it makes much of a difference to what he was about to do.
Taking a step forwards, the man makes his way towards the large machine. And the closer he got the wider his grin became. Within seconds he is standing in front of it, hand shaking with pure anticipation. It's perfect. A bit oddly colored and the littlest banged up now that he had a closer look, but not enough to deter him from his goal. Dipping a hand into the pocket of the hoodie he wore, he pauses and quickly looks over his shoulder once more. Just to be sure. Nothing. He was still completely and utterly all alone. Perfect.
"I don't know who put you out here, but you'll sure make a fine canvas." he says in his moderately low voice while turning his gaze back to the tank in front of him. A second later he retracts his hand from his pocket and pulls out a can of bright yellow spray paint. A color that will most likely clash with the purple and beige but, eh, at least it will stand out.
Taking one last step towards the tank, the man gives the can a firm shake before holding it out. Finger on the nozzle, he readies himself to start spraying the massive purple front. And in that second the tank shifts. Yelping out in fright, the man drops the can of paint, falling on his butt as he jumps backwards and stares wide eyed at the machine. Watching in pure shock and horror as it shifts and rises, changing its shape until it no longer resembled a tank. Instead, craning his head as much as it can go, he stares up at a purple and beige robotic body with a blue face and glaring red eyes.
"Oh, jou really vouldn't vant to do zat." The robot advises in a distinctively German accent, lowering himself so their faces were level with each other. Instantaneously, the man feels what color remaining in his face drain. For a second he neither says nor does anything but then, he screams.
Without a moment's hesitation, the human scrambles to his feet and bolts for his life. Both leaving the can of paint behind and refusing to look behind him. Out of fear the giant robot is following him. As appealing of an idea as that is, however, Blitzwing doesn't. He does, on the other hand, stand back to his full height and glare after the pathetic excuse of a creature. With a little whirl what had once been a cool and collected blue face instantly becomes an angry scarlet red one.
"Run, jou snivelling little coward! I'll crush jour insides if I ever zee jou again!" Blitzwing shouts after him threateningly, voice full of promise and malice. Whether the human heard it or not, he still refused to look back and disappeared from the robot's view within seconds.
"Fragging little pest." He grumbles to himself, turning his gaze away from the direction the human disappeared in. With another audible whirl, he quickly sighs, hanging his head ever so slightly with a small shake.
"I zough resting out here vould be a bad idea." He said to himself, lifting his head to take a quick look around. Fortunately it seems as though no other humans were nearby, but he had apparently frightened some of the wildlife. Not that he really cares too much.
"Oh, but zat scared expression on zat little face of his had been funny. I liked it~." He grins after yet another whirl. This time, instead of either blue or red, his face becomes pitch black with a bright red jagged smile.
Well, no point in staying out here much longer. As fun as it had been to scare that human, Blitzwing isn't eager to become more involved with humans than he had to. So, turning on his massive pedes, he walks in the opposite direction the human had vanished in, accidentally stepping on the spray can as he went.