❰❰ DYING ❱❱ sender finds the receiver near death
Shit.
He's getting bad at this, at fighting. Maybe he's become too soft, and now it's coming to bite him in the back, rearing it's ugly head.
Whirl shouldn't be hesitating while throwing punches, he should just be doing it! What has become of him!
Now look at him, bleeding out after having dragged himself with the one functional arm left underneath some rubble. Stupid ambush and their stupid tank guns- what are they even compensating for?
He's not panicking yet- at least, the focus on trying to patch up what he can is giving him focus. That way he doesn't have to think about what a failure he was, at loosing to those attackers, he's promised he'd be able to ward them off.
The steadily declining energon levels, that his HUD is pinging back to him is concerning however. Perhaps he has one or two hours left to figure out how to stop it, or he's a goner.
"Hrgh- Frag. Must be some internal tear.."
At a sound, he hoists himself up as much as he can, claw reaching for his blaster, ready to shoot whoever may have found his hideout- undoubtedly followed his energon trail he left.
