It was a tough spot for the predacon, and definitely an unusual one as well. The white autobot who had an affinity for explosive weapons had attempted to get him to ingest a live grenade before he swiped it into the wall of the rocky chasm they'd been in. Coincidentally, one of their human pets had been there as well. She'd donned the armor his annoying caretaker always wore when it was feeding time on the Nemesis and therefore was impervious to both damage from his attack and the collapse of the canyon's stone walls.

When the dust around them settled, the predacon opened his optics to see that around ten to twenty feet away lay the autobot's fleshbag companion, pinned under a large boulder. Smiling inwardly the beast released a guttural sounding chuckle and broke free of the boulders that trapped him and stalked over to the unconscious human. She was clearly of an asian descent according to his processor search through earth's internet and had black, pink tipped fur protruding from her helm. Funny how such might could possibly be wrapped in such a small package.

However, just as the Cybertronian beast leaned down to get a closer look at the strange fleshbag femme, she opened her eyes.

Frag.