Ironhide’s cannons hummed with the buildup of energy and the glow reflected off of the jagged and spiky features of the Decepticon’s face and head. Barricade’s four red optics stared him down.
“Kill me,” he rasped.
Ironhide was sorely tempted, but having a Decepticon actually ask to be offlined was unusual enough to make him stay his hand. “No.”
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