Miranda felt all the air leave her lungs and her back arch moving away when she relented the massive hands coming down around her. Maybe it was her deep-seated suspensions of non-organic life mingled with the fear that echoed like a Reaper bellowing, ringing in her ears. Most likely it all the adrenaline riding the static waves of instinct and an overcharged amp, but when Rodimus moved to grab her something in her clicked. Rather, it snapped.

She wrenches her arm back and cuts loose. Blue and crackling ripples engulf her from her shoulders down the length of her arm as she lashes out at Rodimus with a singularity of dark energy; a massive force as if someone just cut a hole in the fabric of space then shoved a middle finger through the cracks.