Durability (Cultural Appropriation)

The Predacon prisoner and the blue Maximal followed him onto the bridge, and he was surrounded. Worse, the blue Maximal had pulled both a blaster of some sort and a sparking mace, meaning he'd be competent at range and in close. The prisoner would definitely escape, and
while Rampage didn't really care, he hated to let the Builders and the MCSF win the day. He fixed the layout of the Metrospan in his processor's inner optic, converted to his humanoid mode, summoned his missile launcher, and cackled with laughter as he unleashed a barrage on the structure suspending them above an endless sonic canyon. It shattered to pieces and the five of them spilled into the abyss, with the blue Maximal inexplicably shouting, "Oh no, not again!"

[...]

Consciousness returned sharply, all at once, not the gradual awakening Buckethead usually experienced. She sat up and ran her hand across her optics and forehead. No real pain or serious injuries, which was bizarre. She'd fallen for Primus knew how long, and had no memory of the landing.

The red mech with the X, who was lying facedown on the metal floor of the vast dark cavern they'd landed in. It was his groaning she'd heard, meaning he'd survived the fall. That was going to have to change. She ran to him and unleashed a savage kick to his midsection, then another, then another. He attempted to curl to avoid the blows, clearly not fully online yet, but his efforts were feeble and she felt vital circuits crush under her onslaught.

[...]

 He coughed and spat out energon and coolant. She'd done him some serious injury.