Location: Outlying Tower
Jetstorm turned abruptly when he was out of sight of the Medical Ward and took off at a fast 'skate towards one of the side-doors of Metroplex. He didn't want to face all five Stunticons at once, not like this.
Nor did he, he had to admit to himself, wish to give up Motormaster's sword just yet. It was a good sword, a sharp sword, a weapon and a tool. It performed its function and required nothing more than simple care.
Bits of his mind were dropping out from under him. It had started slowly at first, so he barely noticed, when the chaos-tainted wind first brushed across his spirit. It had sped up immeasurably when he fell back to the world, and he had wanted nothing more to retreat behind the curtain of light and dream sanity.
The thought of secluding himself from Motormaster, of hiding, was intolerable, though. So out he went once more, seeking the heights of the living city on the edge of the wilderness. He knew this place, knew it well and happily, and he knew routes that Motormaster did not.
So he passed out through the doors of Metroplex and spiralled up one of the lesser towers, until he could perch on the summit and stare up at the endless depths of night.
Nor did he, he had to admit to himself, wish to give up Motormaster's sword just yet. It was a good sword, a sharp sword, a weapon and a tool. It performed its function and required nothing more than simple care.
Bits of his mind were dropping out from under him. It had started slowly at first, so he barely noticed, when the chaos-tainted wind first brushed across his spirit. It had sped up immeasurably when he fell back to the world, and he had wanted nothing more to retreat behind the curtain of light and dream sanity.
The thought of secluding himself from Motormaster, of hiding, was intolerable, though. So out he went once more, seeking the heights of the living city on the edge of the wilderness. He knew this place, knew it well and happily, and he knew routes that Motormaster did not.
So he passed out through the doors of Metroplex and spiralled up one of the lesser towers, until he could perch on the summit and stare up at the endless depths of night.