Clutch had gone still in her pod. There was fire outside and she was absolutely sure that if she got out she'd be strung up and demolished. She was quite literally pressured down in her little shell. Only being able to listen silently, she was anxious . In an effort to busy herself, the Femme tried to signal again. She was surprised when she received a reply.

" This is Optimus Prime... we are en-route to your beacon location," came the deep voice over the comm channel.
" Thank the Primes.... " She vented a sigh and her optics shuttered a little. " There are friendlies... I assume that is what they are... and there are cons. Approach with caution, or back up..."
"Affirmative," came the deep reply and Clutch can only brace herself.

Optimus filters the warning through to Bee and 'Hide. They approach with caution... and at the last moment charge headfirst into the fray. Ironhide goes to join the tanks to help cover the humans. With that covered Bumblebee and Optimus make for the larger signatures of the other Cons.

Blitzwing is knocked off his peds by a blur of yellow armor. Bee and the Con roll in the dirt with a number of Cybertronian expletives from the con.

As the three insecticons delt with the large and trigger happy autobot, two more came out of the trees in a charge. They ignored the autobot that was being besieged by their comrads, one started to open fire upon the human tanks as it pressed forward without hesitation, while the other seemed more interested with the pod that the skirmish was based about.

The one with it's weapons firing upon the human tanks was successfully avoiding shots from them with an almost hypnotic ease. It seemed to have it's attention set upon the two tanks that had come from the town. When it managed to get up to them, it threw a kick at the first one, it then started to rip the head of the other tank off. While all this was happening, the other insecticoid started to scratch and dent the pod, in an attempt to rip it open, presumably because it didn't like the autobot signal it was giving off. Upon peeling open a small hole, to peak inside, it felt something suddenly thud into it's back before feeling a sudden surge of pain. It roared in pain as it turned it's attention upon a new autobot firing upon it. It snarled as it charged the autobot, firing as it did.

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Target was busy making the human cooperate when he heard what sounded like metal crashing into metal which was quickly followed by Blitzwing's voice filling the air with a rainbow of words. He quickly turned around, raising his right arm and arming his missiles while holding the human in his left hand. A shiver went through his body as he quickly realised that the interlopers included Optimus Prime. Optimus showed no hesitation as he opened fire on the decepticon party, forcing Target to dive behind the remains of the jamming tower for cover. Target barked at the two decepticons who had abandoned their explosive detail, "Get your sorry excuses of scrap back to planting the explosives!" He quickly turned his attention to the rest of the group, who all had taken various forms of cover, "Cover the demo team!" Duelwing, who was still crying, started to open fire with his duel machineguns at Optimus with an efficiency of a veteran soldier while the others seemed more interested in hiding as much of themselves as possible. Target stayed down in his cover for the time being, he wasn't going to use his hostage just yet. He needed to delay them as long as he could and the human was simply there if they couldn't hold off the autobots.

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Quake grinned as he saw the human female running, she didn't seem to be looking for cover. "Stupid creatures." He chuckled to himself as he took aim. He shot the ground futher in front of her, in an attempt to force her to the ground so that he can approach her. failing that he would shoot at the ground next to her, calculating that the resulting shrapnel will disable her one way or another. After squeezing the trigger enough times and seeing a satisfactory amount of dust, he started to slowly stride towards her, ignoring the pain in his shoulder. He would have preferred to shoot her but he couldn't risk harming the device, however he will enjoy crushing her in his grip.

With the insecticon approaching the pair leaving the town Miller and his other tank commander continued coordinating with their crew to push on. It was rather a relief that they weren't the main target due to one of the tanks already being damaged, but when the CSM noticed the insecticon heading towards the other tanks his heart sank and he shouted "Stop!" The tank did comply and the main gun rotated to face the hostile that was now tearing off the main component of the war machines they drove. "Gunner! Target that hostile hitting on our guys! Fire when ready!" The barrel had to do a few movements, but the order was followed and the tank shot off a round, the discharge kicking up sand and dust around the tank as it did a rock to the side from the violent recoil the massive weapon had.

The two crews tried their best to nail the fast moving target and their reload time now slapped them in the face as the attacker kicked one tank onto it's side and worked on the head of the other. The commander who manned the gun of the tank that was to be kicked was quick enough to climb out and scramble off the tank, fortunately not being crushed when it toppled over. It did separate him from his rifle, though, and he was on his back in the open looking up at the insecticon dropping them like flies. He was desperate, and he began fumbling with his chest holster to grab his last weapon of choice; the handgun. While that was happening the crew of the tank being disassembled were trying their best to move the tank despite being trapped in a grip that was almost impossible to break. With the target at a stand still, the one manning the machine gun turned the heavy caliber weapon and trained it on the combatant before unloading as much as he could in hopes it could stop them from loosing another tank. With all that happening, there was still Miller's tank taking a shot at the one who bum rushed the advancing teams.