He had been aiming to hit him with his mask; unfortunately the pain in his attacked limbs skewed the blow, and the feeling of his upper crest denting in was enough to make him weak with the sharp pain, turning the rest of the tide in Megatron's favor.

He yelped as he was flipped, dizzy from the blow but struggling all the way, even after his frame was pinned under the impressive mech's bulk.

Well, frag.

"Is that what you're so damned concerned about?" Optimus growled, fighting in vain against the professional hold Megatron had on him. He'd released his wrist before his own arm could be trapped between them, but it was too little, too late.