Brainstorm squeals when Spinister's hand clamps over his leg and throws his arms up to protect his face from a pummeling. No no no! How was he even going to explain to Ratchet why he had the slag beaten out of him.
Smoke slowly fills the lab, but when the punch never comes, Brainstorm parts his arms slightly to peer between them at the mech, his optics wide and worried-- for his own safety. Spinister was okay and all but his own life was more important. He tugs his leg hesitantly.
Right about then, the sprinkler system comes on, showering his work, the fire, and both of them in cool water. Brainstorm groans.
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Brainstorm squeals when Spinister's hand clamps over his leg and throws his arms up to protect his face from a pummeling. No no no! How was he even going to explain to Ratchet why he had the slag beaten out of him.
Smoke slowly fills the lab, but when the punch never comes, Brainstorm parts his arms slightly to peer between them at the mech, his optics wide and worried-- for his own safety. Spinister was okay and all but his own life was more important. He tugs his leg hesitantly.
Right about then, the sprinkler system comes on, showering his work, the fire, and both of them in cool water. Brainstorm groans.