Optimus let out a short, pleased sound out over the comms at the sound of the hit, taking the steps and jumps as quickly as he could reasonably allow. But the swift little mechs should have been more of a problem by now. They were faster then him, not burdened by Cliffjumper's weight, and he was unsurprised to feel a shot graze his elbow right after a landing. He was getting predictable, and they were getting more confident.

There was...something. At the last moment, he adjusted his jump, and was unsurprised to feel and hear a slender cloaker frame crunch alarmingly under his feet.

He didn't stop running.

::...Keep on shooting. Go for the sides of the stairwell as well, where they might pass us.::