O Another few swings and the mech was down and in status lock for the time being, not that Optimus was without his own damage. His leg was leaking again, the patch pried off by all the exertions, and one shoulder was beginning to spark from the shots he had taken. But at least he was able to stagger back to his feet, unlike his small charge.

"...Good, though they will probably bring reinforcements if we linger. Are you alright?"

CJ: "No, I ain't alright," Cliffjumper spat, traces of the earlier glitch caused by the outrage still present as faint static briefly wormed itself between some words. "You're a lot worse off, though..." Looking around, Cliffjumper frowned; they needed off the roof, but with how his bodyguard looked...

"What's the chance any comm. call for pick-up's not gonna be intercepted, or overheard?" He may be reckless, but he wasn't stupid, and it was obviously time to attempt to get back somewhere safer than he was, currently, especially with how Optimus looked.

He tried to stand again, but nothing responded to his frsutration, and there was a faint stuttering of his engine as several facts caught up with him; had his bodyguard been someone of a size of him, they wouldn't have gotten in the second story window. Had he not had a bodyguard at all, no matter if he'd walked into that mob, the group that had caught up with them on the roof would have gotten him.

The minibot wasn't sure why they hadn't gone for killing him, and that made Cliffjumper twitchy.