- Motto: "I can totally prove that I'm not a zombie! Just lean over hear, and let me take a little nibble out of your brains."
- Weapon: Double Barrelled Shell Launcher
Iranian Desert - Autobot Rendezvous Point
The stinging from his shoulder disapated as Warpath waited and watched the Autobot CMO go to work with the other Autobots. Seeing the other Autobots with their injuries made the crimson warrior put his own into better perspective. After seeing the shape Ironhide was in he was about to make a joke about both of them being "dis-armed", though when the old veteran and the medic started focussing on Silverbolt's condition it seemed a little inappropriate.
With his mind not lingering on his devastated weapon as much, the warrior turned his attention to Hardhead. Considering all the boasting and bragging he had made with the green mech earlier, Warpath couldn't help but feel humiliated. Though he certainly didn't wish any harm on his fellow Autobots, the fact that Hardhead was in far better shape them him only made it worse. Still, Warpath was a bot of his word.
"Well Hardhead, until I get POW, this patched up.", Warpath pointed to the puncture in his faceplate where Waspinator and stung him, "And BAM, this baby replaced,", the warrior pointed to the small stump that was left of his cannon, "You're the best looking 'bot."
"WHAM, and I guess you get the first energon, Hardhead.", Warpath said, "I couldn't get any of those slaggers to stay down. Slag, there was this one bug that I kept hitting with everything I had, and he kept getting back up. Annoying little glitch, I gave him a POW, and a BLAM, and he just kept buzzing away."