Bombshell dove as the green jeep peeled out on an intercept course. Brawn changed quickly, spinning into a kick that lifted a human vehicle into the air, following with a punch that launched it skywards at the Insecticon. Bombshell swerved in midair as he dove, swooping past a hail of automobiles. He landed, ducking quickly to avoid another suddenly-flying car.

“Now, Brawn, I certainly applaud your restraint in the face of battle, most Autobots would become frothing savages.” Bombshell leaned back, carefully dodging a swing from Brawn’s shoulder-mounted cranecannon that would otherwise have taken his head off. “But really, you should relax a bit more. Now, I’m going to administer a sedative program, there are no permanent side-effects…”

The puff of compressed air from Bombshell’s head-mounted cannon was followed a half-second later by the spark of the anestho-shell disintegrating in the energy field of Brawn’s perfectly-placed nucleon shock gauntlet.

“Oh.”

Brawn’s face remained impassive as he stepped forward in a modified Tekkaido stance, but paused before his forward lunge. The lights of his optics dimmed slightly as he shook his head. His face split into a grimace, and he managed to stop himself before grasping his head with both shock-gauntlet-clad hands.

Another second later, a second anestho-shell sailed through the air, connecting with the Autobot’s forehead.

“Excellent timing, Blitzwing,” Bombshell smiled as Brawn slumped to the ground.



- Blitzwing Bop