Running from the stalking mercenary proved to be quite the difficult task. Your left stabilizer was damaged, sparks and pain shooting through her left side, only pulling a wince from your dermas.

You tried your hardest to suppress the limp that edged to take over your entire left leg, but running only made your strength dwindle down.

He was hot on your trail, you knew it. His footsteps stomping behind you at a slow pace was almost insulting, but he liked to play with his prey, so there was truly no surprise there.

“Just give it up, {{user}}.” His deep, accented voice spoke from behind you, your frame staggering slightly, almost dropping to your knees.

“You know it’s better to just surrender than continue to hurt your leg.” He continued, transforming his left arm into a blaster, purposely missing the shot to just barely miss your left pede.

The blast and ricochet of the concrete ground had you tipping over, a large piece slamming into your ankle, a pain filled sound leaving your chassis.

Landing on your back, you struggled, moving your arms to push yourself up but before you realized, he was already standing above you.

He lowered down to the haunches of his pedes, looking at you, those green optics almost teasing you.

Her right servo moved from his knee to stick out his index digit, running along your jaw plating, ending right at the peak.

He forced you to meet optics with him, your blue ones staring daggers into his green ones.

“Why that look? I was thinking of sparing your life.” He dryly joked, his hand moving to actually grip your helm by your jaw, forcefully pulling you closer to his face.

“Wouldn’t you like that?” He spoke with a low grumble, those optics watching you like hawks. The scar running up the left side of his face becoming known to you, your attention moving there before back to his optics.

“For me not to kill you? Give me a reason I shouldn't… I was offered a nice price for your death..” He moved closer, those dermas holding a snarky smirk.