Oh. Right. The tentacles. Of course. Honestly, how had he even forgotten about them? And things had been starting to look up too. Perfect. What would go wrong next?

Drift grabs at the tentacle constricting around his throat, trying to pull it away and loosen the hold. His body shakes slightly, struggling against the grip to no effect – optics darting in the direction the swords were knocked only to find they’re too far off to reach. A moment of panic seizes him, because really. What can he even do right now?

He’s about to call out to Rodimus and at least try to convince him to run…and…

Then he watches as Soundwave just…picks up sand...and throws it back at Rodimus. Was this…was this really happening? Were they actually throwing sand at each other? How do you even react to that?