Mental Resistance (Intersectionality)

Before he could close in, Protoform X took a step and imposed himself, a wild look in his optics. "This cage can't contain my delicious agony!" X's arm shot out, deploying clawed digits that would have severed Hard Head's neck had he not skidded to a stop less than a mechanometer away from the wild mech. For a nanoklik he wondered what prompted the attack then realized it must be the Confusion Club.
"Hey, X, simmer down! Ya ain't on Cybertron and I ain't a Builder." Protoform X leaned in and roared at him with his arms back, his vertical mouth unnerving Hard Head.

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Protoform X, meanwhile, continued his mixture of ranting, laughing, and occasionally taking a powerful but wild strike at Hard Head. Realizing he couldn't continue to waste his time on an ally, he started circling around, enticing X to follow his lead. He hated to put his back to Bruton and Imperious, but the chance of getting X back into the fight was worth it. Once he estimated TransMutate's groaning body was in his field of vision, he tried reasoning again. "X, we ain't yer enemies! Right there, your friend, Trans-Mutate, we didn't do that. Bruton and Imperious did."

X looked from Trans-Mutate to Hard Head to Bruton, then gave another gurgling roar. He converted back to his hovertank mode and his barrel began to glow. Though it wasn't aimed at Hard Head, he wasn't sure exactly what the blast radius was and dived to the side. This was a wise move, as a huge beam of energy discharged directly into the gash in Bruton's chest. Bruton looked started, as much as he could with his armored face, and then blinding light shot from his eyes, his wounds, his joints. He fell to his knees and reached up imploringly to his master. "Lord... forgive... me!" A thunderous noise inside his superstructure heralded his demise, and then his head, limbs, and large chunks of his armor were all blown in different directions.