[Oh, it hurt. It still sort of hurt. But he's become adept at ignoring the pain of old injuries. He sort of had to, given the circumstances surrounding the war.]
[He turns his head to watch her, waiting until she's safely ducked down behind his broad back, before turning his attention back to the building. He can feel her clambering around. There's an urge to shake his shoulders, but he firmly squashes it down.]
[Then. He sets himself. Checks his targeting sights...]
[And opens fire.]
[The recoil from each shot shakes his big frame, but his aim doesn't waver. Ironhide's been doing this long enough to know exactly how much each shot is going to offset his sight, and compensates accordingly. Rounds chamber, fire, and reload in a smooth succession, until the building begins to collapse in on itself in a pile of fire and rubble.]
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[He turns his head to watch her, waiting until she's safely ducked down behind his broad back, before turning his attention back to the building. He can feel her clambering around. There's an urge to shake his shoulders, but he firmly squashes it down.]
[Then. He sets himself. Checks his targeting sights...]
[And opens fire.]
[The recoil from each shot shakes his big frame, but his aim doesn't waver. Ironhide's been doing this long enough to know exactly how much each shot is going to offset his sight, and compensates accordingly. Rounds chamber, fire, and reload in a smooth succession, until the building begins to collapse in on itself in a pile of fire and rubble.]
[Through it all, the old Autobot just grins.]