Verity is riding practically blind through a narrow canyon that weaved into the sloping landscape that could barely fit two motorbikes riding abreast and put her fraying nerves already on edge. All the while with Prowl in hot pursuit stalking her without running lights. The only thing warning her of his impending approach is the smell of burning rubber and the roar of his engines that doubled in size and thunderous, terrible sound that made her teeth rattle. However, Prowl miscalculated on two notes.

Hands tight around the engine grip, she feinted back around with a narrow circular turn. Verity was calm and in complete command of her next move when she killed the lights and switched to night vision on her helmet's' HUD - risky, but it didn't slow her down. And secondly, she wasn't below him anymore.

"Heads up, prick."

The light comes back on - and Verity is on the other side of the ravine. Choking the engine, Verity comes tearing out over the other end of the valley with one wheel kissing the dirt as it comes launching over edge. Where Prowl just landed the back wheel hits the roof of Prowl's vehicle mode and the front striking down on the trunk hood. Skids marks mark up white paint when she guns it down off Prowl's back. She breaks, her bike sliding horizontal until she pulls it to a stop.

Were it not for her helmet, Prowl would see the grin stretching wide across her face...and how it immediately fell away when her headlight shone behind him. Eyes. All of them a terrible yellow light clustered together connected to dark shapes amazing several hundred yards away staring both of them down. Something in the distant screeched, gutteral and beasital and like a warcry it spurred the rest to hurl towards them in a horde. She only knew them by reputation but she knew exactly what they were looking down: Insecticons.

"...Run."

Verity puts everything into one last burst of bike fuel as flames sputtered out of the tailpipe and she drove at a reckless, breakneck speeds towards the cover of the wilds.