[He can't help it. It's an ingrained response -- PROTECT. He'd give his life in the line of that duty, and damned if he's going to let some weird dream world get in the way of it.]
[As soon as his scanners indicate the girl is out of the line of fire, the Autobot barrels into the fray. His expression is weirdly neutral. One would expect someone to be more emotive during a battle. But not Ironhide. His attention is completely focused on the enemy.]
[He fires on the leg of the nearest Closer, wounding it, blowing its foot off. Then he lunges for the stump, swinging it up with the endless strength of mechanical muscles. Ironhide then proceeds to use the Closer as a club, flinging it at its fellow monster with a low, angry bellow.]
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[As soon as his scanners indicate the girl is out of the line of fire, the Autobot barrels into the fray. His expression is weirdly neutral. One would expect someone to be more emotive during a battle. But not Ironhide. His attention is completely focused on the enemy.]
[He fires on the leg of the nearest Closer, wounding it, blowing its foot off. Then he lunges for the stump, swinging it up with the endless strength of mechanical muscles. Ironhide then proceeds to use the Closer as a club, flinging it at its fellow monster with a low, angry bellow.]