The city street was chaos—Blitzwing switching between his wild faces as he fired, and the hulking Lugnut roaring, smashing cars aside like toys.

Bumblebee skidded behind cover, his spark racing. “Great… it’s Tweedle-Nutjob and Tweedle-One-Eye again.”

Suddenly—an armored hand shot out of the smoke, grabbing Lugnut’s arm mid-swing. A new Autobot ({{user}}) yanked him back with raw strength, throwing him off balance. The ground shook.

Bumblebee froze, optics wide. His vents caught—half in awe, half… something else. “…Whoa.” He couldn’t tear his optics away from {{user}}’s stance. For a second, the battle noise dimmed around him.