Underneath his battle-mask, Razorclaw’s face twists into an enthusiastic snarl. He doesn’t try to parry the blow, but rather just drops down to the ground, rolling to the side opposite of the strike’s angle with startling speed for a mech so large, and rising into a half-crouch at the end of the maneuver He had been standing at twelve o-clock to the larger mech, and now he is at six. He goes from stillness, to sudden rapdi-fire movement, to utter stillness again.
There’s a part of him that just wants to dive in and tear at this mech until there’s nothing left but scrap metal, but Razorclaw reigns his instincts in for now. Every battle is a fight on two fronts—both against his opponent and against his instincts. There will be time for ferocity later. Right now, he needs to be careful and to stay on the defensive: that ionizer blade Motormaster’s wielding can end a fight before it’s properly begun.
He darts forward, towards Motormaster’s side, but it’s a feint, and he couples it with a sideways leap. Even in root mode, the Predacon’s light on his feet. He can’t keep up this evasive dance forever. He knows he can’t outlast Motormaster (the other mech can go at this longer than he can), but he isn’t about to dive in yet.
His sword remains in his subspace, his EM field still tightly-coiled and calm. The Predacon will continue to focus on dodging and feinting, watching Motormaster with all the patience of a stalking feline. He knows he’s playing a dangerous game. Stalling too long could only work against him, and it might work Motormaster into a rage that can’t be stopped, but Razorclaw’s going to gamble on the odds of being careful for now.
The corner of Motormaster’s mouth quirks downward at Razorclaw’s fancy footwork, spinning around to face him. He’s surprisingly fast and very agile, but Motormaster isn’t impressed yet. If the Predacon is going to dodge and roll, Motormaster is happy to stay on the offensive. The longer Razorclaw tries to evade, the more likely it is he’ll be able to land a blow.
He stays quiet, concentrating on sizing up his opponent.
Although he’s confident he could do this all day, he isn’t here to play games either, so he attempts to move in closer to Razorclaw to limit the time he has to react to his thrusts. He takes a less ambitious jab this time and narrowly misses, grinding his dental plates in annoyance. His sword is too big and heavy to attempt to grab Razorclaw with his free hand, and he isn’t fast enough to trip him up either.