Onslaught’s thundering footsteps could he heard through the battlefield as he tore through each and every remaining autobot.

His red optics shone through the visor, sending shivers down any remaining bots.

He seemed brutish, blood thirsty, and merciless. Though, all in all, he was extremely ticked off that his plans didn’t go the way they were supposed to— otherwise he wouldn’t be there.

He liked strategically planning things for his four manned(excluding him) team to carry out. Though, on occasion, one of the other mechs would mess something up…