Scourge forgot himself, and for the first time outright laughed at Lord Recluse's proposal. "Humans, you mean?" he cackled. "Get the cannon off Galvatron? They wouldn't get within a hundred yards of him before he crushed them under his heel."

But the mental picture of them trying will keep him entertained for a good long while.

"I don't mean he's actually carrying the cannon or anything, I mean it's actually attached to his arm," the tracker clarified once his laughter had died down. Maybe that was where Lord Recluse had made the mistake. "Literally. Doesn't come off."