Pain and terror call to Rampage like a beacon. They wash over his spark, filling him with wicked ecstasy, far more delicious than the finest vintage of engex. He's already heading for the source, feeling half-drunk on the intense emotions, before he realizes just who the feelings are coming from.

And just how weak the spark that's making them is becoming.

Rage is boiling in him by the time he finds Tarn and First Aid, mixed with the heavy buzz of bloodlust as he takes in the carnage. The alt-mode legs on his shoulders spread, making his already impressive form look even larger as he steps forward.

"As much as I enjoy wanton violence," he speaks, interrupting First Aid's torment. "That one is mine."