Megatron just stands there for a moment with Sixshot's leg resting on his shoulder. He doesn't look injured, at least, though there's a light stream of hot air pooling from his vents. He could smell a little burnt oil off his actuators, too.

Should this have gone as planned, he might moved forward and gone for the gaps in armor he had seen earlier (however successful that might have been..). But he instead just lets that leg slip off him and fall to the ground with a heavy thunk.

"I don't feel like an enemy would stand still and wait for me knock them over," he says. He appreciates Sixshot being.. gentle, but he didn't feel particularly enlightened by the process.