It'd better have hurt considering the crab had shot a flipping missile at them. Sixshot has better sense than to voice the thought out loud, however. Or at least, he tones it down to a displeased grumble as First Aid checks him over.

The hyper dense armor doesn't bear anything worse than a scorch mark, of course. There wasn't much that could put a dent in the Phase Sixer's armor.

Unfortunately, grumbly as he was, he doesn't really notice Rampage's jealous sulking.