The cool water makes Spin gasp the moment it hits his too-hot plating bringing with it a few seconds of precious clarity. Seconds that he uses to level some more glaring at Brainstorm, but at least it was a calculating glare and not a murderous one.

He reels Brainstorm in and boots his heli engine up so fast and so hard that it screeches as it winds up, sending ground-quaking thrums through the entire lab.

"You're an aft," Spin hisses, pressing the jet's fauld armor flat against his chest- right up against the source of all the strut shaking vibrations.