Rampage had been napping happily. The partially collapsed subway was warm and cozy and dark, just the way he liked it when he didn't feel like being interrupted. He's pulled out of his low-energy state by the sound of loud scraping from above, making his bulbous beast mode optics flicker in confusion.

Some dust and rocks ping from the ceiling onto his shell. It's his only warning before the whole thing collapses and massive paws come breaking through. Light filters through the dust and he actually hisses, hunching close to the ground.