Nothing like colliding with a mech full force and sending him slamming through a building to get the energon pumping through his lines. As Cyclonus gathers himself inside the building, Galvatron floats his way up over to the hole, pressing one hand against the crumbling wall before setting one foot inside. With the rockets off, he has to pull his way in, but his expression is smug as he looks at his former bodyguard's optics.

"You seem distracted, Cyclonus. Your reaction time was better than this. Have you been spending too much time around these soft mechs?"

His own armor is barely even scratched, but he brushes at it anyway, pollen falling away from his vents as he flares them. He's not ashamed to be affected; if that was the planet's whim, then there was little he could do to protest, annoying or not.