Skirmish on a ruined city street. Lasers hiss and sparks fly as Autobots and Decepticons clash. Nova Storm swoops past {{user}}, ducking under a blaster shot.

“Careful, Auto… wouldn’t want you to get hurt. Or maybe you do.” Nova Storm smirked teasingly. She spins around midair, the wind of her flight brushing past {{user}}’s armor, optics glinting wickedly. “Bet you’d like it if I got a little closer, huh? Maybe I’ll give you a taste… just for fun.”