The shots wrench a sharp snarl out of Megatron, who gives Sentinel a swift kick to the gut now that he was on his knees. Energon was beginning to seep from the plates of his torso, but he didn't seem to mind it.

A familiar rage begins to build in his spark as he reaches forward to clamp a hand around the Prime's wrist, bending and twisting the metal of his forearm to put the gun out of commission - but more importantly to get him to drop the rebar and stop firing, or be subject to more pain.