As the stranger finishes speaking, Drift opens his optics and tilts his blade forward in a threatening gesture. Slowly, he gets to his feet, never allowing the sword to stray. He tenses when he spots the decepticon badge planted on the center of the cybertronian’s chest.

“If you don’t want anyone to know your business, you should take more care as you’re walking…”

He nods to the trail of destruction left behind the decepticon. “You’ve disrupted the delicate balance here; your ruckus has frightened the wildlife and destroyed the vegetation. I can’t allow someone so careless to pass through.”

Malevolent energy had started to spread into the surroundings and apprehension now fills the forest air. Drift keeps his body still and allows his aura to ease outward in attempt to cleanse the polluted area.

“I’m afraid you’ll have to leave.”