knowhen | EVENT ONE: JUNE 21ST-28TH

[The field of his aura is crackly with aggravation, something that spikes when he collides with the other and lashes out in his tone. But it vanishes the moment he sees who it is.]

R-Rodimus?! ...... You're okay!

[He was worried alright? The whole corpse but also being alive thing that Megatron mentioned was way too dismaying. There's a flash of elation and relief, Drift grasping his best friend by both arms for the purpose of hugs or shaking or something.... Followed by a certain awkwardness at how they parted, a thing that was far more painful than he expected it to be.

But it's not really the time for that is it? There's another volley of blasts that comes their way and he fully intends to use his grip on Rodimus to jerk him out of the line of fire.]

Hey I said watch yourself, didn't I?

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I'm okay? You're the one that didn't call - you could have been dead for all I knew!

( Oh, right. Fighting. He's jerked out of the way just in time, but that doesn't mean he's not going to stop from grabbing Drift back. Just to know he's there. He can deal with the guilt and the awkwardness later, all that matters is this. Maybe, just maybe, he can try and figure out how to make amends.

But then another shot barely misses his spoiler, and his attention snaps back to the fight. )

Yeah, yeah. ( He can't help the grin that spreads over his face anyway. ) But I'm not the one that did the running into that time.

( He aims his exhaust pipes at the closest thing and sends off a quick round of shots that--

The thing fluidly dodges. It's been a frustrating experience, what can he say, and he highlights his frustration with a curse. )

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What? You saying I can't take care of myself out there? [SCOFF. With extra emphasis because the DJD ain't no thing. N-NO REALLY.]

[And no he didn't call. He almost did, so many times. And what stopped him still bothers Drift, adding to the awkward. But hey, he's got his best friend back now and that's a really big tick, even outside the awkward. And judging but the mess that's this combat, they're going to need each other.]

Maybe I just knew you needed my help. [GRIN] I can let you take it to the face next time if you'd rather though.

[The banter doesn't stop him from doing his job, sword striking out to Rodimus' flank, the lunge landing on air but at least dispersing the incoming enemy.]

These things are really trying my patience.

I'm saying I was worried. ( This has all the makings of a touching moment if they were capable of sitting down and talking it out. As it is, Rodimus is just glad for the fact that Drift is there at all. )

The face is absolutely off limits. It'll chip my paint. ( A return grin because he's missed this. He lets go of Drift, turning so that his back is to the other's back, feeling himself settle into an old routine. ) Your sorry aft, on the other hand--

( Whatever further retort he's going to give is cut off by another energy shot - this one he ducks - before lashing out with a kick that meets thin air. Primus. )

You had some to begin with? ( Rodimus and patience have never been on speaking terms. He got in one missed shot and he was already absolutely done with this particular group. ) We can't shoot them, punch them, stab them, or even trip them up. I've tried.

( This is the worst. )

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[Hey, it's still a touching moment, for all that there's just a snippet. And sitting down and talking it out can come later. Because they're both really good at that!]

Oh, can't have that. You wiggle way too much when you're having your face buffed. [Don't deny it.]

[He flows to the left, covering Rodimus' back with a practiced ease, blade flashing to deflect an incoming shot. He's goading one of the enemy now, trying to provoke a physical attack, to see if things change when they aren't on the defensive.]

More patience than you. [By a little.] And what about my sorry aft?

[Drift is just as frustrated, but finding people he knows here, not being alone, takes the edge off the frustration.] Maybe we can lure them away somewhere, into a trap or prison of some kind... [Tactics. He can do tactics!]

It's not wiggling. ( He might be pouting. Just a little. )

Someone's supposed to have some, probably. And better you than me. ( C'mon Drift, Rodimus will be the first to admit that he just wants to do things rather than wait. It's worked out for him in the past. Well, sort of. ) It can take a few hits and no one'll even notice the difference.

( Catching a glimpse of another one off to his left, Rodimus aims a shot at its head and then, ducking away from Drift for a moment, an intended elbow going for the chest and meeting with air. There's a lag that Rodimus misses, however, in terms of reaction time of the thing getting out of the way.

Tactics! Something Rodimus is only good at when it just involves him, and even then there's more thinking on the fly than actual... planning...... ) Right, let me just shove them all into the brig we've got handy. There's nothing here but open space - so why do they even want it at all?

[Just roll with 'wiggling' Rodimus it sounds better than 'agitating your face'.]

If that's a challenge to have enough patience for the both of us, I accept~ [Don't make him regret it!] Oh I can take more than a few, but I'm too fast for that. [Wait. NO. This battle metaphor with token sexual innuendo just imploded on him. Can he take that back?]

[Okay paying attention to the battle is a much better idea, so he spies that lag after Rodimus' attacks. Or he thinks he does...]

No brig then, alright. How about something else? Follow my lead, will ya? And be quick about it.

[Drift dashes in toward the next closest opponent, his strikes sweeping low and leaving the higher targets to his captain, (captain??).]

( He can't help but laugh at that - grin spreading even wider across his face. Rodimus doesn't think he's laughed, actually laughed since Overlord. Some of the tension leaves him, and while he can still feel the numbers etched into his palm, they don't feel as heavy with Drift here. )

Aren't I captain? I thought I'm supposed to be the one giving the orders here. ( He does what he's told though, and when Drift attacks he sees what Drift must have - the thing doesn't register Rodimus' next volley of shots in time to move. He lets out a whoop of glee when he sees that they've hit, only for it to be replaced by another curse when he notices they don't do anything. ) Oh come on, isn't getting a hit in enough?

( They're going to have to do repeat this, he guesses, and falls back only slightly. )

Again?

[Drift hasn't heard laughter since then either, unless you count the gusty, slightly hysterical kind that isn't funny at all. It feels good, another tick in the good column for today!]

'Course you are! [EER] I mean. I think so? [It's confusing to be honest. Megatron is also captain and that's....Capital Weird.]

Yeah but I'm glad you take suggestions though! [The whoop in his throat dies on his vocalizer though when the thing shrugs off the shot.] Well hey, that's still progress!

[Drift gives a sharp nod, all the response Rodimus needs, before darting in to the harry their target again. He's definitely earnest about trying to hit the alien, but his focus is now more on trying to make the thing work as fragging hard as possible to avoid him. Your aim better be good, Rodimus!]

You thin-- ( He's about to put a hold on the entire operation until this subject is cleared up or put off until another day because this is important, obviously. ) Later, okay?

( They'll talk about this once they're done, and catch Drift up and maybe talk about the thing they're absolutely not talking about.

Good? His aim is great, and when he fires another round, one of the shots hits the thing in the chest squarely in chest. Their attacker drops to the ground instantly, Rodimus letting out a triumphant yell. )

Take that! One down, ( Taking a look around him at the others - he shrugs. ) every other one left to go.

( He can do this, no problem. Now that they've figured out how. )

Yeah. That's a good idea. [And Drift wouldn't blame him, but now is definitely not the time seeing as how the swordmech isn't even sure he ever understands it.]

Ha-HA! [That's a real WHOOP this time, because that's a real kill.] About damn time!

Hey I got this flow now, we can do this. [Drift sure is moving to cover Rodimus's back again as he tries to spy the next potential target.] You want to make the opening next? Or the killing blow again?

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