[Ironhide sits there. He sits there and he waits. This is always his least favorite part -- waiting in ambush. It feels as if he's not actually doing anything. And the longer he waits, the more pent-up energy he feels building in his limbs. But he resists the urge to roll around, or so much as twitch his door.]
[He's about to suggest they move on, when the enemies arrive. His sensors scream a warning as the first of the monsters looms into view. For all of a second, he sits there, trying to process what he's seeing here. When that fails, he launches into combat mode. She's alone, unprotected, and not paying attention.]
[The truck leaps. It transforms mid-launch, slamming into the back of the lagging Closer. It may be huge, but Ironhide is five tons of anger, metal and guns. As he rams it, he jams his cannon against its back, firing without hesitation.]
Heather! Down!
[The massive 'bot flings the corpse aside, charging toward the other two with a battle roar. This is the old soldier's element, and he's out to prove his mettle.]
OH SNAAAAAAAP
[He's about to suggest they move on, when the enemies arrive. His sensors scream a warning as the first of the monsters looms into view. For all of a second, he sits there, trying to process what he's seeing here. When that fails, he launches into combat mode. She's alone, unprotected, and not paying attention.]
[The truck leaps. It transforms mid-launch, slamming into the back of the lagging Closer. It may be huge, but Ironhide is five tons of anger, metal and guns. As he rams it, he jams his cannon against its back, firing without hesitation.]
Heather! Down!
[The massive 'bot flings the corpse aside, charging toward the other two with a battle roar. This is the old soldier's element, and he's out to prove his mettle.]