Whatever Rodimus was expecting, it wasn't this. His optics go wide as whatever is happening to him finally registers. He doesn't even know what to call it, except painful and awful and not at all what he was expecting. It lifts him off his feet, first of all, which - new. And then it's like everything is being pulled towards the black point hovering in midair.

What the crap?

"What the--" He scrambles in air, trying to move away from that point as gracelessly as possible, panic crossing over his face as he realizes he might have bitten off more than he could chew. Like he always does. He attempts to fire at it with his exhausts, but finds that to be terribly ineffective.

Maybe if he shot at her...