Just a few things you need to know about Blackshadow.
1: Her sparkmate is Dreadwing
2: Blackshadow's weapons are two swords which she keeps on a belt on her waist, fifteen knives of assorted sizes of which eight are at her waist while the rest are hidden on parts of her body, and a small gun which she keeps in subspace and barely uses.
Blackshadow surveyed the battlefield in one long disdainful look. I was called away from an important meeting for this? There was less than ten Autobots there, though there were only drones to fight them, that would be why reinforcements were called.
She heard a muffled noise behind her and whirled around just in time to unsheathe her sword and meet the blade of an Autobot who's name she failed to remember. She looked at his yellow paint job while they had a test of strength as each one tried to force the other's blade away. The young mech was stronger than her, so she twirled away, then tried to stab at his unprotected side. He blocked her blade with surprising skill for one so young. Sunstreaker. That was his name. She remembered Knockout complaining about the young mech beating him with his brother...What was his name again? Sideswipe, that was it.
Blackshadow backed away a bit, then went in with a flurry of stabs, jabs, sidecuts, and backhands that would make almost any bot think twice about challenging her. But he blocked everything, even making room for a little offensive strike once in a while. This mech is good. She slashed at his middle, then quick as lightning flicked her sword up at his face. He simply stabbed at her neck, hence making her forfeit her fancy swordplay for a more simple 'dodge the shiny object that is trying to split you in half'. This mech is very good. She noticed a smile inching its way across his faceplates. And cocky, very cocky as well. She decided to go in with a different strategy. Before she had been aiming for the main, most important parts of his body where he was trained the most to protect. Now she would go for his arms and legs.
She had her sword in her right servo, so she reached for a knife with her left, never letting her eyes leave the youngster as she took the knife out of its sheathe on her belt. He didn't seem particularly worried that she had just armed herself with another object that could kill him. All the better for me. His overconfidence will be his downfall. He came at her this time, and instead of meeting his blade like she had been doing, she dodged around him, giving him a cut on the arm here, pricking his leg there. All in all, it wasn't doing much, but it was doing something. She slipped behind him and flicked her knife across his back then while he was still turning around, she slid back into her original position. Instead of striking him again while he had his back to her, she watched curiously as to see why the mech was blundering about like he had just been thrown into a battle with little, to no training at all. He finally faced her again, only where confidence had been seconds before, there was hatred, and embarrassment from making him look so dumb and defenseless on the battlefield. He also shot the look at his brother who met his eyes, shrugged, then ignored his twin as he fought with another opponent. He was winning his fight by a landslide.
That's it! Blackshadow eyed Sunstreaker's stance just to make sure, then confirmed it with her self. He's so used to having his brother protect his back, that when somebody gets behind him, he can barely defend it. Even his fighting stance says that if I were behind him, he could do little to stop me from, per say, stabbing him senseless. Now she knew how to beat him. It was so easy! How did she not see it before?
She went in with another flurry or attacks, then managed to get behind him, injure him more, and kick him hard on his winglets sending his toppling head over heals into the hard ground. Before she could finish him off, though, she felt a scorching pain on her back right before she collided with a tree that had been at least 10 yards away from where she had been a second before. She gasped as she scrambled to her feet, the shot had hit her wings, which meant if she had to make a hasty getaway she would have some trouble with the flying part of it. Her sword and knife had flown from her grasp.
She tried to get her other sword out as her optics searched for the one who had shot her, only to be thrown to the ground again by that annoying twin. He pinned her against the ground, then put his sword against her throat. Giving her that irking smile, he said in an icy voice,"Beg for mercy."
"No, you'd better beg me for it." she bit the side of her mouth, feeling the energon well up inside of it, then she spat the acidy liquid into the mech's optics. His reflexes reacted before his processor, and he let go of her, clawing at his optics in pain. It was a bit of a dirty trick, but it worked. She struck up at him, sending him sprawling before jumping up, getting out a knife, and throwing it with practiced precision. She hit her mark, and the twin cried out in further pain as the weapon dug into his leg, making it so he couldn't get up.
Blackshadow pulled out her other sword, this time successful in getting it out without being shot. She walked over to finish the 'bot, but again she was stopped when she heard the sound of a knife hissing through the air. Jumping out of the way of what could have been a fatal hit to the spark, she turned to face her new enemy. She mentally groaned, she hated facing Prowl.
Lets get this over with. She sheathed her sword, instead choosing a long knife in her right hand, and a shorter one in her other. When fighting Prowl, a sword would only get it the way.
He charged her, but she stood her ground until the last second when she stepped out of the way, bringing her knife around to try to stab him in the back. Her weapon clashed jarringly against Prowl's, and the fight began.
A fight with a veteran was very different than a fight with a younger, less experienced bot no matter how good they are. Where a younger bot would come all out trying to cut you in half, a veteran would wait, observe, then attack with much more precise strikes going for your weak spots, not as easily defended sides, basically trying to tear you apart by your loose ends. When it came to one on one fighting, veterans were definitely much more dangerous.
That was why she made her aching frame keep up with every little twitch he made. With Sunstreaker, she could afford a nano click of lag one in a while. He wasn't experienced enough to exploit an astro second of weakness, Prowl was.
She was tired, aching, and injured, it was all she could do keep up with Prowl's flurry of attacks, never mind trying an stab or two of her own. She knew Prowl could easily tell that if he kept this up, she would tier out shortly.
An opportunity for a bit of offense presented itself, and she took it gratefully. She jabbed her longer knife at his abdomen after dodging a swipe aimed at her helm. He danced gracefully out of the way while she berated herself for being a little too slow.
Suddenly, pain exploded in her left shoulder. Daring to look down, she saw the tip of a blade was sticking out of it with her energon on it. The blade was extracted from her shoulder before she was kicked forward, landing face first in the dirt.
She was slower in getting up this time, now only able to use her right arm. Her left arm wasn't responding. Growling at herself for having ignored the world around her while she was fighting Prowl, she faced the two opponents. Great, Mirage has joined the party. Now she had to fight two veterans.
They stood a few feet from each other, so she adjusted her footing to cover both their positions. Prowl charged again, and Mirage went invisible. I forgot he could do that. Prowl struck at her left side, while Mirage appeared on her right. She had resort to dodging their attacks. It didn't help that she had a useless arm hanging off her side, and she was still in excruciating pain. Prowl backed away while Mirage turned invisible again. She needed to get something solid to her back so they couldn't surround her again.
Prowl attacked again, but Mirage didn't attack with him. She tried to listen while she battled Prowl to where he could be, but evidently the plan between the two was for Prowl to distract her while Mirage looked for an opening to deal a lot of damage through.
Blackshadow prayed that more backup would come soon. Had anyone even called for more? She was a little too busy to, but surely someone had.
Prowl backed up from another attack just before Mirage appeared in front of her slashing up with his arm blade, cutting from the bottom of her neck, to the top of her helm, though thankfully the wound wasn't deep enough to be life threatening. While he had attacked her she had grabbed his wrist as to not lose tract of him again, kicking him since she couldn't use her left hand, she also couldn't see out of her right optic, since Mirage had cut it. Thankfully, Prowl had found another victim to attack.
It was again a game of dodging for her, she couldn't really attack him other than kicking since she held his arm in a death grip, and she was mostly using her armored legs and feet to block things she couldn't dodge. She was basically just waiting for backup.
Thankfully, backup did come soon, and the Autobots retreated as ten to fifteen Vehicons streamed out of the portal, along with some officers, and foot soldiers.
Knockout took one look at her, then dragged her to the Medbay. He patched up her shoulder first, then took a look at her eye. Thankfully, Mirage hadn't cut it deep enough to permanently damage it, though he said the wound it had been a part of would badly scar. Then he took a look at her wings. It annoyed her that she didn't know who had shot her, but there wasn't really anything she could do about that since she had already asked the cons who had been fighting with her at the time.
After she was repaired, she went to her quarters. She had been given a medical leave of about four days, and she was determined to spend as much of it as she could get away with catching up on some recharge.
Her comm. unexpectedly fizzled to life as it warmed up to communicate something to her. She sighed wanting nothing more than to be left alone, but stopped in the middle of her exclamation of annoyance when she heard who was calling.
::Blackshadow, I know I probably owe you a hundred more favors than you owe me, but I have to ask another one::
Her breath caught in her throat as she listen to the voice she hadn't heard in so long. Halfmoon... She immediately answered the 'bot, not caring if Soundwave could pick up on the conversation or not.
::What is it::
::It's the twins, you know, the 'special' twins, they're starting their metamorphosis and we both know who should show them how to embrace their new talents::
Blackshadow knew exactly who she meant, but Halfmoon was probably too cautious to say their names over the comm., she meant Blacklight and Midlight. ::What is their current condition?:: Blackshadow knew if she left now she would make all sorts of suspicion arise because of her injuries, and in this matter the last thing she wanted was a few nosy 'cons snooping where they didn't belong.
::Able to wait till tomorrow, though not much longer after that:: The knowing tone in Halfmoon's voice told her that one of the three Blackshadow had faced earlier that day had bragged about beating her up.
::Where do you want to meet?::
::I'll contact you with the coordinates tomorrow:: Blackshadow nodded, it was a wise choice in case someone was listening in. There was a pause before Halfmoon spoke again ::How are you?::
::Alive::
::That bad huh?::
::Please tell Prowl and Mirage that I will kill them next time I see them::
::That might be easier said then done. Goodbye::
::Goodbye::
::Sweet dreams in recharge::
::Nowadays, sweet dreams are unrealistic::
::All the more reason to wish them upon you::
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