Ironhide watched Alpha Trion and Smokecreen run down the hallway, hopefully to safety.
"May Primus be with you," Ironhide muttered, "May Primus be with us all."
He turned to the five Troopers and pointed at the rubble pile keeping the Cons at bay, "As soon as those aft-hats come through there, we'll be in the fight of our lives. So look lively, prep your guns, get your 'nades, and kiss your aft goodbye."
Ironhide turned and aimed both of his arm mounted cannons at the barricade of metal and stone, the Troopers did the same. They stood there, listening intently to the sounds of the Insecticons digging on the other side. Finally, after a tense few minutes of waiting, the first Insecticon broke through. All five Autotroopers fired, but their shots did little to harm the beasts. Ironhide fired his missiles and they blasted the first Insecticon to oblivion.
Soon two more broke through, along with a third arriving from the first one's hole. Ironhide was able to take out one, but one of the other two transformed into robot mode and grabbed an Autotrooper in each hand. The other three Troopers fired on it, to no avail, and it bit the head off of one of its unfortunate captives, and ripped the other in two. While they had been attacking that one, the third crept around to behind Ironhide. Ironhide had actually been following its every move, and when it charged him he dodged it easily. It barreled along, taking out a single Autotrooper, before burying its beetle mode horn in the spark of the other Insecticon. Ironhide sneered and let loose a volley of missiles that obliterated both cons entirely.
Ironhide's cannons, both out of ammo, retracted into his forearms and he pulled his scatter blaster from its back-mounted holster. He and the two remaining Troopers pointed their weapons at the holes in the rubble, waiting for what would come next. A pair of blaster bolts flew from hole and struck the Troopers in their heads. Three Forged marched into the room and were greeted by a blast from Ironhide's blaster. Two fell dead, and the third's crimson visor went blank.
"Reforged," it moaned in it's mechanical tone. It's visor reignited electric blue, the exact same shade as Ironhide's scatter blaster fire. Ironhide shot twice more, but the lasers did nothing. Ironhide growled and threw the gun to the ground.
"Huh, I suppose we'll have ta do this the old fashioned way then," He rushed the drone, pulling a mechanium combat knife from its sheath on his hip as he did so. The Forged drone fired, but its laser rifle lacked the punch to pierce Ironhide's armor, and the Autobot reached it none the worse for ware. The drone rose its arms to shield itself and Ironhide batted away the offending appendages before plunging the jagged, rusty blade into its spark.
The next trio came in, and their visors were already blue. They unloaded towards Ironhide who dodged or took their shots with little detriment to himself. Then one got a lucky shot to Ironhide's face, the Bot fell to one knee clutching his face and the Forged surrounded him.
He looked up, "Fell for it!" He rapidly stood and sliced the throat of one drone, swiveled around and tossed the blade into the neck of another. The third attempted to restrain him, but Ironhide broke free of his grip, whipped around, grabbing the drone's face and crushing it into a ball of scrap metal as he did so.
"Aw, they're all gone. And just when I was startin' ta have fun," Ironhide stated with mock disappointment. Ironhide turned towards where the barricade was as a massive explosion sounded from that direction. The rubble was scattered throughout the intersection and a large, purple bot with a massive cannon for his left arm, and a single sulfur yellow optic stood in the place where the barricade had been moments before.
"Calling a battle for your life 'fun' is not what I would call logical," The large bot stated in a deep, emotionless voice, "but if fighting for your very spark entertains you," The freak rose his cannon to aim at Ironhide, "Allow me to heighten your enjoyment."