Rodimus banks hard; too hard for sand, and his tires skitter uselessly on traction-less gravel for a moment before gracelessly transforming to avoid a complete spin-out. He's practically shooting before fully transformed, although the first shots go wild.

He's lost all momentum as he skids to a halt, Optimus right on top of him now. "Where's his weak point supposed to be exactly?" he demands, frantically, steeling himself for a head-on, hoping he can turn an up-close encounter to his advantage.