If they were closer to the city, Knock Out would disagree with the decision to break cover, but out in the middle of the desert seems fair game, and as the creatures approach, far faster than he's really comfortably, it becomes increasingly obvious that they aren't human. Knock Out doesn't know what they are, but they all look pretty disgusting to him.

"Well, well," he says as he transforms in a whirl of red and silver plating, his hand already cycling into his saw. "Looks like we've got company...well, as your gracious hosts to this particular patch of desert, let me welc -- "

Whatever the rest of that undoubtedly witty quip is supposed to be, Knock Out doesn't have a chance to finish it, because before he gets the chance, several of the creepy mutants raise their assorted appendages and open fire on him.