Bob watched as Trigon simply left, sending these little demons after him. He was being ignored. Someone was..... ignoring him. Bob had been insulted, attacked, battered and beaten, but never in his life had Bob been ignored. For a moment, Bob's form became hazy, only partially solid, as the confused demons tried to rip it apart. Then, Bob bristled in anger. He opened his eyes, and they burst into red flame. A wave of power shot from him, as the planet shook, the entire forest becoming engulfed in a massive ball of flame. When the fire subside, Bob is floating above the massive country-sized crater, as he radiates an aura to match that of Trygon. His form is massive, a swirling many-mouthed beast of pure rage, tentacles growing and dissipating, eyes opening all over it's mutating body, as it drools an acidic substance that steams as it hits the blackened ground.

The Bob clone had, of course, shielded all those interesting creatures within the forest, and they were floating in small bubbles of energy at what used to be ground level. As the clone was of equal power to the original, containing half of the Chaos Shard, it was able to do so without much stress. Even the raging part of him hadn't been so foolish as to unleash it's full power. However, this would be quite an interesting situation indeed. It wasn't often Bob was provoked into something such as this, and the clone turned to the floating Decepticon bubbles. "I'm sorry about that. It seems someone has pissed off one of my parts."
Continuing as if nothing had happened, the Bob clone resumes it's normal stance. "Proof. Well, how about I call a few nameless soldiers here?" With that, he opens a dimensional portal, and pulls through a small group of nameless Decepticons. "This enough?"