A little over dramatic was the first thing that came to mind as he watched Blurr. It was what he wanted and expected from Blurr. But what threw him off guard was what Blurr had called him. Prime? Right now it didn’t matter, he had a threat in front of him and he needed to deal with it first.
Pushing the frame away, Rodimus ignored as it slid back and up and joined the rest of the frames on the ceiling. Looking at his former partner, Rodimus grinned “We’ll just see about that, Blurr.”
Maybe over dramatic to Rodimus, but to Blurr, that voice was everything. And for it to be gone- it didn’t bode well. At all. His claws extended, upgrades coming into action as he glanced at Dodge’s frame. His optic swiveled towards Rodimus.
He lunged, swinging his extended claws at him, attempting to slice into his armor. His movements were erratic and unpredictable, yet very sloppy. He was attacking out of pure rage, nothing strategic about him. "I’m going to k-kill you!! K-Kyehehehehehehheheheh, you’re gonna be dead dead dead DEAD DEAD!! KYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!"