Knock Out lets out an enraged growl as the feedback subsides and he begins to recover, cycling out his drill for his saw. He doesn't know where that came from, but he's perfectly willing to blame the human. He staggers to his feet, optics ablaze with fresh purpose. No guarantees about letting the skinjob live now -- just as long as she suffers.

"Oh, no you don't," he snarls, closing in on her with a few short steps.