There isn't a way out, not anymore. The cyborg mutants have closed in tight, forming a ring around the two Decepticons at least two bodies deep in most places. There's something distinctly unnerving about their vacant, empty eyes and postures. There's no intelligence there -- just a single purpose. Knock Out doesn't have a good feeling about whatever it is.

"Not so easy," he says tersely, optics darting around as the cyborgs close in. "Concentrate your fire in one place -- we'll break through and make a break for -- "

Whether the cyborg mutants have caught onto his plan or if it's just bad timing, it's not clear. Several of them launch forward at Knock Out, some shooting, others leaping to bodily hurl themselves at him. Knock Out lets out a tight, strangled noise of surprise and slashes at them with his saw blades, but it only does so much -- more are joining the fray, intent on swarming him and Breakdown both.

"Argh! Get -- off, you -- vermin -- "