Draiss nodded as his quick check showed the area clear for nearly three miles, and then froze as he did some quick math, before cursing. They had about five minutes to kill the troupe before they hit the elven outpost. And considering they were dangerous enough to give Cerulean a run for her money when fighting one on one, even one of the things would destroy that outpost. He issued an immediate recall for all biker class robots within two minutes of their base, and cursed when only five immediately U-turned and blasted their way back. The two biker bots launched, their pitch black and red chassis with gold highlights, not very subtle, but they did make IFF visual confirmation easy. And it was his favorite color scheme, so all the bot classes had it except the sniper class.<br/><br/>The two bikers blew through their portals, already doing double the demon spider monkeys' speed, their sleek design cutting through the air like a knife through butter. They completely ignored the stirge swarm, their engines screaming as they blew into the trees, following their navigation to the troupe, Draiss having already marked them. The two biker class defender robots, designated Banshees for the scream of their dual turbine engines that kept them hovering about a meter over the forest floor, screamed into their forest, leaving the confused stirges behind. Immediately, the one in the back, in proper flanking, popped the cover on its back mounted rotary turret, tracking the escapee that was howling a territory challenge, and fired six shots. The first shot missed, the force energy shot blasting over its left shoulder, but the Banshee corrected, and the next shot slammed into the back of its skull, enough to kill any lesser creature, but this one survived, and screamed a warning to its troupe, before the other four shots tore out its chest, causing the demon spider monkey to fall to the ground, clearly dead.<br/><br/>Draiss sent a request for a retrieval team, and directed the two banshee bots toward the troupe, which had picked up speed at its troupe mate's death scream. Twenty heart pounding seconds later, the banshee bots had caught sight of the fleeing troupe, which had changed course to take it directly toward the elven outpost, now drooling at the tantalizing scents they had caught. Both bikes popped out their two front facing turrets and their back mounted rotary turrets, and their engines no longer screaming, and opened fired, a trio of gleaming lines from each tracking and splitting everything they touched, but the monkeys effortlessly dodged and swung around the force shots. One of the bikes seemed to pop up for a second, its weapons stilling, right as the second monkey released its branch, and fired its shots, blowing the left two arms completely off the target, causing it to flail and drop screaming to the ground. The first banshee continued after the remaining duo, as the second tilted to the side, and skidded, its chassis nearly parallel to the ground as it passed over the thrashing monkey, its tentacles flailing before jerking as the bot fired three shots point blank into its head, before swirling about in a circle, and revving its engines back to screaming as it sought to catch up with its targets.<br/><br/>The remaining monkeys were now not moving at full speed, but were flipping around the tree limbs as they continued onward, using their back tentacles to help dodge the shots from the trailing defense bot, and were spitting fangs at their pursuer. Right as the bot that had slowed came into view, one of the monkeys suddenly lashed out with one tentacle, catching the tip in the front turbine and tearing the tentacle out of its socket, but the bikes 'nose' dipped and veered hard to the right, before catching on the trunk of a tree, and tearing half of the engine off, flipping it end over end, flaming, before slamming back first into another tree, exploding in a spectacular display of technological fury. The second bike veered, and then pulsed its turbines, barely avoiding a massive spike of its former ally, and sped off in pursuit, firing its turrets carefully, trying to snipe its fast moving and targets as they passed the half way point to the elven outpost. Draiss cursed as the banshee bot exploded, and dropped another retrieval marker for the pieces, the third one, as two of the bikes finally were placed into their cradles, readying for their portal jump, but needing a end marker.<br/><br/>Draiss glanced about, and cursed as their were no sufficient clearings, and put their marker down near the destroyed bike, which had opened a small clear, if still burning patch. They rocketed through their portal, and then screamed off in pursuit of their prey and comrade.