[The hit connects, right on Wheeljack's upper chest, just near his injuries. It's enough to send him back a few paces, clutching that area with his hand. It hurt, definitely, more than Wheeljack would ever like to admit.
But where there would normally be cursing and yelling, there were grit teeth, in somewhat of a smile.
Why hadn't he looked into this kid's fighting before? Who knew a Scout could pack a punch like that?]
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But where there would normally be cursing and yelling, there were grit teeth, in somewhat of a smile.
Why hadn't he looked into this kid's fighting before? Who knew a Scout could pack a punch like that?]
I...I like it, Kid. You're not bad at all.
Could take on a Wrecker, that's for sure.