It's not enough -- Knock Out can feel himself being overtaken by the swarm of strange cyborgs, no matter how many of them he slices with his saw. They're relentless. Knock Out's always considered himself good in a fight, but that had always been against the Autobots -- things a lot closer to his size. It's hard to punch out two dozen small, mindless creatures that are crawling all over you, clinging to your plating and getting in through fine seams in your plating --

"That hurts," he snarls viciously, swatting at the two cyborgs who are apparently trying to dismantle his knee joint, but it's not enough. Even with both hands cycled into saws he can't seem to slice them up fast enough, and a thin edge of alarm creeps into his voice.

"Breakdown!"