“Weaklings!” Prime’s shout echoed across the battlefield as the jets scattered Rodimus and Arcee. “Must I do everything myself!?”

“Draw, pard’ner!”

“Wha-”

A burst of shells slammed into Prime’s chest and drove him backwards. Spinning, Prime saw Bludgeon twirling his twin pistols on his index fingers before slapping them back into the hip-holsters. Bludgeon had installed this extra equipment, and more, after he caught sight of Earth transmissions focusing on their law enforcement units. From behind the yellow-and-green tank-form Decepticon leapt Carnivac, a red-and-blue canine mechanoid, who made a beeline for the Autobot leader, fangs bared.

Despite being outnumbered, Prime was easily a match for Carnivac’s canine fury or Bludgeon’s marksmanship. Working together, however, two Decepticons managed to keep the Autobot warlord off-balance and disoriented. Prime would raise a cannon to fire on the “cowboy” only to have the golden canine rend his arm with its teeth. When he tried to rid himself of his animalistic attacker with a well-placed punch, Bludgeon would hip-shoot explosive shells into his exposed vitals, followed by another artillery round from Cliffjumper. While Prime showed no signs of falling, his fatigue, disorientation, and above all, anger were obvious to all.

“You must admit, mighty Megatron, they are effective.” Starscream followed his comment with a burst of pistol-fire that kept Huffer from sneaking up on Crasher, who was battering Hound senseless with repeated swings of her energized fists.

“It is not their skill that concerns me-”

“Come, villain! The Mayhem Suppression Squad has shown you its valor, can you not do more?” Carnivac’s howling voice echoed through the battlefield as his foreclaws rent Prime’s right knee. Driven by fury and humiliation, Prime managed to land a kick that sent the canine tumbling away.

“It is their… enthusiasm.”

[...]

Shortly after the arrival of the Mayhem Suppression Squad, the outnumbered Autobots began to fall back. Injured, harried and demoralized, they had managed to find cover behind a series of haphazardly-stacked transport trucks that had long since been melted together in some long forgotten battle. The shelter provided them with cover while simultaneously preventing an easy escape.

“Well, they’re trapped… how do we flush them out?” Cliffjumper mused. Like the Autobots, the Decepticons had gathered to devise tactics. Soldiers on both sides laid down suppressive fire, firing wildly over the cover. A long standoff seemed inevitable. “Explosives?” he asked hopefully. “Someone please say explosives.”



- Dungeons & Dinobots