Sentinel is glad he was right. He's usually right.
For all the good it does, his battle mask snaps up to protect his beautiful face as the missile hits him directly in the gut. Thankfully, he's taken a few missiles to the face and chest in his life before, and his armour is thick enough that it doesn't kill him. When the smoke clears, however, he's clearly been knocked back, a lot of his abdominal paint is scorched and there's a neat spiderweb of cracks with a LITTLE BIT OF PINK leaking out.
This, Sentinel was not glad he was right about. That hurt.
In response, he fires off both wrist mounted guns in Starscream's general direction. The aim is embarrassingly terrible; his display is still a bit fuzzy from being hit with a heavy duty fucking missile.
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For all the good it does, his battle mask snaps up to protect his beautiful face as the missile hits him directly in the gut. Thankfully, he's taken a few missiles to the face and chest in his life before, and his armour is thick enough that it doesn't kill him. When the smoke clears, however, he's clearly been knocked back, a lot of his abdominal paint is scorched and there's a neat spiderweb of cracks with a LITTLE BIT OF PINK leaking out.
This, Sentinel was not glad he was right about. That hurt.
In response, he fires off both wrist mounted guns in Starscream's general direction. The aim is embarrassingly terrible; his display is still a bit fuzzy from being hit with a heavy duty fucking missile.