Shockwave experienced an almost out-of-body moment. Some analytical part of him left intact even as the full force of millennia of turmoil cut away only to be forced back inside remained. Logic hanging on like a malignant tumor, watching. Attempting in vain to dissect his own actions as metal buckled under furied hit after hit. It reminded him or watching a living specimen exposed to a poisonous miasma. Choking and writhing - then, nothing.

"W...hat-?"

Nothing. It all came to a screeching halt that was in no way some abrupt return of reason as every part of him down to the smallest piston refused to budge. A voice drilled into him, sharp and critical, moments after he processed his sudden immobility.

Shockwave can see Emma refusing the heat of the fire licking at her heels. And knows immediately she is to blame. A sound administered virus? Unlikely - it would not have worked with that sort of expediency that seized him so. Dubious still that a human could get their hands on that kind of bioweapon. Even coming down from a maddening rage, he was ever the scientist.

This is absurd. It does not occur to him that this human, this woman could pick up the astonishment he had for the both present circumstance and what led them here.