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As Axel brought the Decepticon down with a powerful strike from one of her blades, Nitro leaped away to avoid being crushed, landing nimbly –for a 20 foot tall mech- on the opposite side of the fallen Cybertronian.

‘I didn’t need you to play hero.’

“Riiight. You’re welcome anyway,” Nitro shot back, the motorcycle-esque battle mask lifting long enough to reveal the smirk he tossed her way.

He was in the process of shoving the laser blade back in its compartment on his thigh when Navystreak approached, announcing that the battle was over, at least in this area.

“I guess it isn’t over until the fat lady sings. Although I have yet to see such a human,” Nitro announced, sounding puzzled over the expression even as he used it. “Where are all these Decepticreeps coming from?”

The question wasn’t rhetorical; he was genuinely surprised. Even when he’d been a Con himself, the “Decepticon Army” had only consisted of a dozen or so Cybertronians. They’d just defeated about that many, so where were they all coming from?

Nitro activated his GPS with an internal frown, silently mapping the area. Once he knew where he was going, he disabled the GPS and swiftly transformed into the jet black Dodge Charger.

“Times Square isn’t far from here. Lucky for the humans.”

Speaking of which, he beeped at several dazed humans who stumbled into the road and then sped off in the direction of the next battle.

If this keeps up there won’t be anything left to save.

The thought was a sobering one, even if you weren’t the type to feel attached to the tiny organics of Earth.