"I'm not hurt," Sixshot growls, gently lifting his claw off of First Aid's back and rising from his crouch, pieces of shrapnel rattling as they slide off his armor and hit the rooftop.

He looks the little medic over as the smoke streams around them, dark and thick. Then, seeing no obvious injuries, the wolf mech turns to peer in the direction the missile had come from, battle computer calculating the trajectory.

"Someone is about to be though."

The Sixer flips into tank mode, turret swinging around. That's pretty much the only warning Rampage is going to get before his 'buddy' tries to shoot him clean off the top of the building.