Grimlock’s massive frame loomed over the training yard near the outskirts of Witwicky. In dino mode, he gripped an old, gutted sedan in his claws and hurled it with a grunt, the metal spinning wildly through the air.

It wasn’t until it left his claws that his optics caught movement—someone was in the trajectory.

“SCRAP—!” he roared, shifting to bot mode and charging forward.