eVo knew a thing or two about high damage AoE attacks. The first thing was to get the hell out of their radius before they hit you. The second thing was that they were cool, eVo reconciled, as the ball of purple plasma exploded where he was just standing a hundred feet ago. The samurai frog was glad that he was also taught some ninja skills on the side at the dojo so many years past. Without the Superspeed Jitsu he'd be in Deadtown right about now, sure as he was standing there.

Which is where he shouldn't have been standing, as the spinning incendiary gatling cannon the massive Decepticon called a right arm gattled out some bullets right at him. 4000 rounds per minute is a lot to dodge, eVo learned that day, as his arm was grazed and immediately set ablaze. Heh, that rhymed.

No matter how many times it happened, eVo couldn't get used to the feeling of his arm on fire, especially since it was the first time. He began screaming immediately. Crim was out of luck. That red punk surely wasn't worth this much trouble. Substantiating the bounds of his friendship, eVo toddled for the nearest exit: a rather wide tunnel that ran alongside another fissure full of lava. Or perhaps it was magma, since it was still underground. Either way, the tunnel should have been too tight for the big man in the room to follow.

eVo, hand still aflame, realized all too late the truth. The new truth. The truth that Stormcrash was a Transformer, and therefore could assume a much smaller shape in mere seconds, which is precisely what he did as he turned into a god damned gatling tank. Going faster than most gatling tanks, it gave chase and began firing rockets and shit. Needless to say, our hero eVo the frog was not pleased with this outcome.

To be continued....

(Fun fact: The gatling tank races are going to be exciting this year. There's some real competition.)