Rodimus lets his arm fall as Orion does, the barrel of all three guns glowing red hot even as his spark grows cold at the sight. Well, they'd done it. They'd brought down their leader. The symbol of all that the Autobots stood for on his knees, broken and bleeding. A good bot, who deserved none of this.

He looks around, his Optics unfocused; everyone is down, but alive. Magnus is bleeding, Arcee is bleeding, but she's still talking. Bad as she sounds, it's reassuring. Rodimus is no stranger to bittersweet victories, but this....well, it would definitely be a solid contender if he were to (completely hypothetically) keep a list of such things.

Okay. Rodimus thinks to himself, shoving aside wayward thoughts. Okay. One step at a time.

He realises just how apt his metaphor is as he stands and it becomes apparent just how hard that step is going to be. His optics are focused hard on Orion, and he ignores that the feedback is loaded with static. He notes that he's not bleeding out energon so badly anymore, but also notes that this might not actually be a good sign. He takes a step...maybe. It's getting hard to tell if he's successfully doing the things he thinks he doing, and there's plating falling off his wrecked shoulder now, and - Primus, there are things, falling. off. of me. He feels a slightest edge of panic, before pushing it back again.

Optimus. Magnus. Arcee. These are the things he needs to focus on. Their mission is so close to done. So close - they HAVE Orion. They can fix him; they can get Optimus back. They just need to do this last thing. But...Optimus is so far away...too far, and there's nothing he can do to help with that. But...maybe Arcee. He can't help Magnus with Orion, but maybe he can help her at least. He looks around; knows Arcee's been shot, knows she's still alive, but for some reason he can't find her.

Making his vocaliser work doesn't come any easier than the walking.

"....Arcee?"