Dreaded Wings

“Relatively speaking.“ stasis cuffs were not really made for beast formers, those that had a few extra limbs that it. Ice Queen dropped to the ground, swinging her tail around to smack hard into the cuffs. Hard enough to glitch it for a the vital moment to hit it again and used one of the wing claws on to hit the release. She stretched after catching the thing so not to make too much sound.

bright red optics met gold and the big femme grinned. “Now, for the fun part. want any help with your bindings?”

It was a very good thing the gaint predacon knew her mass. Yes she was lucky, but thankfully her forepaws hit the ground on either side of Drift's frame. The impact that happened was more from the flat of her head, on the top away from the horns, smacking into him. Hard enough to knock over?

Yes.

Hard enough to really hurt?

No more then some smarting, not even any dents!

There was a slight hesitation at her name, before the infected predacon snarled. She stalked a little closer, steps hitching a little as if off balance while the tail lashed and half dragged against the ground.

There was something distinctly… hungry about her. Starved for something, and between each step the Predacon was panting, desperately trying to cool her internal systems. Ice Queen was well named, as she handles cold better then heat. If drift could get a scanner or visual reading he would be able to see that the predacon was running ten times hotter then what was considered normal.

Making use of her longer neck, the predacon lunged forward, jaws snapping at Drift.

A scanner he did not have; not readily available, of course– but he could pick up on her huffing and panting. Though there were two possiblities that ran through his processor at that. Either she was absolutely pissed, displaying it through an aggravated huff-and-puff or she was too hot.

Not that there was much Drift could do on the latter, the former however–.

His stream of thought was halted when he had to leap to the side to narrowly avoid sharp, dangerous fangs from sinking into him. Rolling a bit to come up into a crouch as he pulled both blades from their sheaths, crossed them in front of him to ward off any attacks.

“I don’t want to fight you…”

Oddly the predacon was slow to react, snapping a second and third time in the same area, turning only at hearing the mech’s voice. Swinging her head around, and gasping for cooler air and eyeing Drift.

How did he get over there?

Ice Queen took a step at Drift, and one foreleg collapsed under her, sending the big predacon half down with a wheezing grunt.

omicrontheicequeen

“Ice Queen,” the ex-Decepticon murmured lowly, returning the polite greeting with a helm dip of his own, before introducing himself as well, “You may call me Drift.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if that were true,” Drift didn’t like to have to admit that, frowning a bit, “Death and loss seem to be common for our kind anymore, regardless of frame type or side.”

"True enough, glad I stayed out of it for the most part." not completely, as she had her fair share of fighting. Ice Queen shook her head, recording her wings and shifting a little closer as she sniffed to scent at Drift. "You smell familer.... Must be one of the scent trails ice come across. Are you alone?" there did not seem to be any thing negative by the question, maybe worried a little.

omicrontheicequeen

And since the stranger made no move to attack him, Drift himself was content in the rare company of the predacon. Decepticon emblem or not. He was the last one to judge someone for having that insignia on their frame.

“Occasionally. It’s quiet. Peaceful, and away from prying eyes.” Drift admitted, frame relaxing as he eyed the beastformer. “I’d not seen one of your kind in quite a long time. What is your name?”

“I am Ice Queen.” There was a pause for a moment, before the Predacon dipped her head down in polite greeting for her. Muzzle and fangs pointed away from the other in an offer of respect, he wasn’t someone to hunt after all. AT least not t having proven to be someone to.

She lifted her head and looked around, tail and wings a giving small restless seeming movements, venting slightly, “Likely because there aren’t many Predacons left. At least as far as I know of any more.”

@omicrontheicequeen (x)

“And you don’t think I can do that like this?” Drift mused aloud, bemused by that assumption. Maybe he held himself a bit high when it came to fighting technique, but it’s not often someone ever bests him. Or he’d probably be long sense dead before ever defecting with how much of a brat he is was. Though he’d not call it cockiness, for he was never against admitting a flaw (these days) if one slipped it’s way into his technique.

“Perhaps you’re right,” He ventured, given it did lean more towards having to block and parry verses straight up avoiding any contact with an attack, “But I assure you, I’m pretty good with changing up my strategy mid-battle.”

"If you are, that's a good skill to have." the big predacon shifted, glancing around in a habit of watching out, exposing the deception emblem branded over her beast mode's right optic. She twitched her tail as Ice Queen returned her attention to Drift, paused and then asked, "come here often?" she was, honestly surpized, in a good way that the scent trail had led to an Autobot.