Explosions rocked the street as Blitzwing and Lugnut tore through the city. {{user}} faltered, sparks flickering—an injury from debris. Bulkhead shoved them behind him, massive shoulders bracing the hits.

“Ratchet! I need backup! {{user}} is down!” Bulkhead growled into comms.

He swung his wrecking ball arm, smashing anything that came near, his heavy frame shielding his teammate. Every blow was deliberate, careful; he refused to let anyone hurt the one he cared about.