In his upper logic pathways, Cliffjumper was too busy analyzing the situation, keep up the rain of laserfire and duck where needed, but deeper down, the rest had noticed what Optimus was doing, and Cliffjumper ended up with his back more angled against Optimus' side than up against the wall.

::No, they'd be too expensive.:: Cliffjumper agreed, unknowingly echoing his bodyguard's assessment of Ratbat's powers and disposable income, and it did seem they would get a reprieve, for slowly there was a drop in numbers, until there were only the occasional one launching itself at them.

Which was about when the borrowed gun Cliffjumper had whined, coughed and spat out a last, weak charge, barely enough to stun the drone it hit, which clattered to the ground at Cliffjumper's pede, which he used to stomp on the fragile construction.

::... okay.::