Teamwork. No 'I'. If you can spell it you can have it, Depth Charge chided himself silently once he was sure the two were with him. Primus, I'm starting to sound like Primal. If they could keep up it wasn't a problem, but the last thing he wanted was another loss.

The Maximal glanced at Astor, wearing a smile so miserable it would have killed even Silverbolt's passion. "You're telling-" A woman- or so he assumed, it was difficult to say with half of the flesh missing- lurched towards him, deflected only at the last second by a thrust from the screwdriver. "-me."

Making sure to keep a slightly closer eye on the pair of them this time, Depth Charge moved down the street as quickly as he could.