Obviously, it would've been much easier for the attackes if the Seeker had managed to get in; he could've flied away easily with the minibot, as compared to the lithe - though still nearly half-again as tall - racer that only barely swung back up on the roof of the trailer to avoid the blasterfire, while Cliffjumper swore and dove back out of the way, ending up nearby the turret and the drone.

The femme had obviously come more prepared - though she'd probably counted on having help with her companion who'd been checked off the road earlier - as her feet were magnetized to keep her on the trailer more easiily.

When she swung into the opening again, landing inside and rolling forward to simply crash into Cliffjumper, a briefly flaring golden field absorbed all the shots she would have taken, leaving her to get to the minibot and force a halt in the weaponsfire since otherwise, Cliffjumper would be hit too.

"Rusted-over, slow-as-slag freight hau--Nngh!" Getting your helm slammed with all the force someone could muster behind it wasn't pleasant. Optics flickering as they reset, brief bursts of static slipping out of his vocalizer as well as being registered as heard by his audials, Cliffjumper nonetheless stubbornly kept enough strength in one hand and arm to grapple with the racer, the other being held down to the floor with a knee on it.

Spitting angry static, Cliffjumper hissed and managed to heave enough to put most of his lower body between them - it sometimes helped to have a huge and rounded bit of kibble on your back - kicked her once in a knee, and then again in her midsection, getting her away from him and clattering to a stop near the open doors again.