Prowl was expecting to go and find the male Valg....not the valg come and find him. And it was defiantly not what is was expecting.

The scout and females came to his hip if they were standing on their back legs, but the male...he was twice that. The creature came up to his neck no doubt, and plus it looked angry....really really angry. The gray beast snarled at the battle strategist and hissed loudly a he started to circle the mech. Prowl groaned in disgust but did the same.

" I hate these types of duels..." the t.i.c murmered. " Their illogical. And take up valuable time that could have been used for fighting."

Obviously the male valg didn't listen to him, it only growled and lashed his tail at him, as if trying to prove of was the dominate one of the two. Getting irritated at the extremely useless gestures, the autobot cop rolled his optic and fired his blaster at the creatures neck.

This didn't make it happy.

The large valg lunged at Prowl, lashing it's deadly tail violently. The mech stepped back and avoided the attacks while still firing rapidly at the copper headed beast. The more he shot it, the more enraged it became.

" You're tougher then the last two." The bot huffed as he ducked a oncoming attack from the valg. The valg only pursued him more, thrashing its razor sharp blade hands at him. The cop kept backing up trying to avoid the creature. Because of that, he failed to notice a piece of a destroyed escape pod, which caused him to stumble. The male valg took the opportunity and latched its tail to the mech'shoulder. Prowl grunted as he hit the ground and grabbed its tail, in hopes of removing the painful pinchers. Behind him he could hear Airstrike and her pet taking down the remaining female, who was already covered in its own acidic blood, hissing and snarling in rage.

Seeing that his, well...uh, mate was holding up her own, he centered all his focus to the enemy before him. With a hiss like grunt, Prowl once more tried to remove the valg's tail from his shoulder. To his despair, that only seemed to make it dig it's pinchers in deeper. The battle strategist's optic widened when he felt the claw like pinchers in his shoulder dig deeper into his armor and allowed room for the leech like mouth to clamp to his armor. The valg lowered its face to Prowl's, and opened its foul smelling mouth to reveal a mouthful of needle like teeth. The mech craned his neck cables trying to put as much distance between himself and the valg, who was giving him a sickening grin, as if to say it won. It then raised it's blade like arms into the air, letting its wounds drip on his newly caught prey.

Prowl winched as the glowing blood dropped and puddled on his chassis, slowly burning its way though the metal. The cop looked up with his one good optic and sighed, seeing it's exposed neck.

" Shouldn't have done that." He groaned, frowning slightly at the smell of his own burning frame. The bot swiftly grabbed his weapon and opened fired on it's open week spot. The male valg jerked back, releasing the leech like mouth and pinchers from his shoulder. He fired again, leaving a large hole in it's throat, causing it to spray blood all over the mech. Prowl hissed and the valg cried out in pain, its voice even more horrendous then before. Getting to his peds, he watched as in crumbled to the ground, its mouth slightly agape, and its limbs twitching sprasticly.

The t.i.c vented in exhaustion from the fight and rubbed his empty optic socket with his servo. Like before, he could hear the airel bot taking on the smaller valg. Turning around he watched as Airstike dodged its blows, she herself was covered in it's fellow valg's blood AMD could tell she was wearing down. He also noticed that she had forsaken her blaster at some point during the fight and was fending it off with a spear like piece of metal. The mech raised his blaster to finish it off for her.

She must have noticed him because she lunged at it violently and sent him a frown.

" I don't need or want you're help sir" she snapped through the bond. " You've already done enough."

On hearing this, the cop put away his blaster and crossed his servo across his chassis.

" if that's what you want." He responded, still watching her fight. The airel bot didn't answer back, instead, dug her makeshift weapon into the valg's neck. The smaller creature arched it's back and yelped in pain as it fell over. The femme took a step back as the gray cladded monster crashed to the ground. He could tell from the way she stood that she was exhausted, and was trying to cover up the fact that she had received a wound to her leg. Avoiding looking at him, Airstike called her pet AMD stormed into the ship. Behind her, Steelclamp was grinning impishly at the auto lieutenant.

Prowl frowned and waited for the femme to be out of sight before he started walking to the ship. When he got inside, his first thought was to find the wash room and rid himself of that creature's vile yet painful blood. But Airstrike randomly popped up in his processors, and the first thing that came to mind was the recent injury she had received. Knowing her, she was more then likely already in the med bay trying to operate on herself.

" uuugh...I should probably help her." The mech groaned, knowing she'd probably just refuse his help, none the less walked to the medical bay and as expected, the femme was trying to clean out her newly received wound. But was having a hard time because of the pain. Taking a sharp breath, the airel bot applied a anti-infection liquid which caused her to jerk her helm back from the agony of it.

Although she hated him and he her at the time, he couldn't allow her to do this to herself. Silently he made his way to the berth she was sitting atop of and moved her energon covered servos gently from her leg and placed them to her side. He could tell her entire frame had stiffened, more out of anger then pain, ignoring it, he used a rag that was lying around and wiped away the bloody fluids from her wound.
Even though he wasn't looking at her, he could feel her glare as he cleaned the slash above her knee.

" I can do his myself." She hissed, crossing her arms stubbornly. The battle strategist kept quiet and kept working. The femme growled. " Ok...I don't want your help." She added crossly. The mech stopped and looked up, his face plate expressionless.

" Who's the superior officer?" He asked seriously.

" You are." The orange and white bot replied with a frown. The cop nodded.

" Exactly. And as your superior, I am ordering you to let me tend your wounds. And as your bond mate I'm not giving you a choice"

" I should have never bonded." The femme spat angrily. The white and black mech looked up at her intensely.

" You didn't have to. But you did." He answered.

Airstrike opened her mouth to protest but decided against it and returned to her original idea and glared at him the entire time.

After an hour, Prowl had cleaned, stitched and patched her wound. When he was done, he got up and without a word left.

The femme frowned and stood up, escaping to the med bay's wash room. The cool water eased away the burns received from the valg's blood, but not her temper. She was still upset at the mech's reckless action. That could have killed them! What was he thinking!? And the way Steelclamp acted, it seemed as if he had kicked him or something. Still fuming, the femme retreated into her room, she was tired, and exhausted....and recharge sounded amazing right now. Entering into her small but homey room, the femme collapsed onto her berth and slipped into a deep recharge.