Thanatos--HangarNo one who couldn't beat Brawl into submission got to insult him without a fight. No one. Certainly not a fembot who was best known for smooching Megatron's tailpipe for every given opportunity. No new fancy shell she was hiding was going to change that fact. Brawl was seething, far beyond his baseline anger levels. This was barely contained rage, nearing the level where his general amount of lack of data processing turned into something even less than that.
"This is it slaglicker!" Brawl roared and transformed back to his bulky robot form, having decided he'd deal with Blackwind close and personal.
Slamming and rubbing his fist against the open palm of his other hand, Brawl began to lumber towards his considerably more lithe target. "Uncle Brawl is going to teach you a lesson in pain lass, one that you are not going to for- Onslaught!"
Brawl hadn't even had a chance to take more than couple of steps towards Blackwind's direction when several blast fired by Thunderwing - knocked Onslaught into the floor, easily being an event to catch Brawl's diminutive attention span. Without sparing a single cohesive thought upon the matter, the heaviest member of the Combaticon unit pulled out his electron gun and fired a series of blasts at Thunderwing's direction while moving to check on his commanding officer.
"You okay boss?!"
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Quite much was happening. So much in fact that Headstrong's poor optical processing capabilities had difficulties giving him a clear picture of what exactly he was supposed to be doing now. Things had been straightforward enough until this point. Smash a Vehicon here, smash a Shockwave supporter there. But now, other players had entered the battlefield following Razorclaw announcing his raise into the leadership position.
Thunderwing had attacked Razorclaw, following the Predacon's triumph. In a cowardly but ah so Decepticon manner, striking when your opponent was not at his full strength. Opportunism had always been an integral part of the fighting pits Headstrong had fought in so long ago. It was no surprise it was celebrated among the Decepticons. The Predacons however, were a pack. You attacked one of them, you attacked all of them. And Headstrong was going to join beating the living slag out of this carapace wearing... whatever he was.
Right after Tantrum and Divebomb were out of his way and... the slag with that. If they or anyone else was going to get trampled by his charge, that was their problem - not his. And thus, Headstrong charged at Thunderwing from behind in his rhinoceros mode, barraging through a group of Vehicons between him and his target and ignoring everything else on the battlefield, including Razorclaw and some talk of honor he possibly had heard being voiced.