TRANSFORMERS | Death of a Hero

XV

Prowl could feel the entire city shudder in discontent. The metal plating keeping it stable started to succumb to Team Athenia's efforts. He was on ground level now, standing firm in the streets, firing off his rifle. Powerflash was at his right taking on the airborne dropships. Bumblebee was on the secondary high-rise gutting and piercing any warrior that got close with his crimson blades. Smokescreen was crouching behind a fallen spire with Energon leaking from his chest. Scorch marks were spread across his torso, he was gasping for breath while rust particles tried to contaminate his innards,

"We should've been out by now." Powerflash showed his wariness,

"You feel that shaking, this city is going down hard, and it'll only be a few moments more." Prowl replied,

A dropship reentered the fray with a slightly smaller one hovering to its left. They flew high above the ground while the side hangar bay doors opened and troops were ready with their rifles. Prowl was preoccupied with soldiers, acting suicidal, running at them like living sacrifices. One soldier in particular targeted Prowl in the rifle's scope, and fired a concentrated stream of ionic plasma.

Powerflash couldn't warn his leader, all Prowl could so was turn in the direction of the stream, the plasma smashed into his left shoulder, it blasted his cruiser door wedged comfortably in his back clean off. The amount of force didn't throw the Stealth Team leader backwards like one would assume; the intensity of the pain however caused Prowl to whimper and go to one knee. He dropped his rifle and clutched his bleeding shoulder while Powerflash started blasting shots in all directions,

"Prowl; get up!" He yelled and punched the head off of a doltish shoulder who tried sneaking up,

Prowl looked at the smoke drifting up from his wound, then to the dropships with soldiers training on him. It would certainly take a lot to cripple him, but the capability of the Decepticons-at-arms seemed intimidating enough. A compact red visor went over Prowl's eyes, and his signature shoulder mounted rockets appeared at the ready, he started to breath loudly and targeted the dropships with ease as the soldiers mobilized,

"Burn in the Pit you sons of bitches!"

Prowl shouted a warrior's cry and launched the rockets from where they rested; surprisingly, this pushed Prowl over and onto the floor. For whatever reason, his senses were tarnished. It was only temporary.

The rockets gleamed under the newly risen sun. Hadeen had risen over the horizon as quickly as it set. The troopers in the dropship, with miniscule minds, still filed off shots of their blasters without noticing the impending doom approaching.

The first rocket caught the eye of a soldier, who just gasped in surprise as the projectile slammed into the broadside of the dropship. The engines flared to keep the ship upright but the back thrusters blew apart vaporizing the back of the vessel. This caused the dropship to spiral mid-air and collide with the remaining ship. Troopers were jumping out as a last-ditch effort to stay alive, but Powerflash and Prowl targeted the free-falling Decepticons and took them out with easy shots.

The second rocket blasted apart the conglomeration of dropships and ended the flight mechanics within each vessel. The whole mass of ship parts and dead Decepticons made the gradual descent and disappeared behind a skyscraper taking out anything still left on ground level.

Prowl smirked mildly and rested his rifle on his shoulder while taking out his sidearm and burning a shot through an advancing trooper's head.

***

Sky Garry watched the tip of the trident rest snuggly under his neck, while Straxus loomed over him. The purple aura waves had stayed in the area, but didn't seem to do any damage to him, Atlas, Optimus, or Straxus,