TFA: Deals With Our Devils, Chapter 6: Blitswing's P.O.V.
Blitswing was an unusual individual that hade three faces in one, each represented three different things. There was a tough version, an insane version, and a scientific version. Each one had a purpose, and a role to play in his personality. Currently his processor had one setting on it, that was his scientific mode, yet how much he tried to rationalize what had transpired he couldn't. He knew everything about the framework of cybertronians.
Some were big, some were small, some were strong, some were weak, but one thing was a fact, when the head was destroyed they would be dead whether or not their spark was in tact. After all the body couldn't survive without the brain. He saw the young mech go down himself only to be risen up in a pillar of flames, and his color and designs were completely changed. It just wasn't possible.
Then the bot did another impossible feat. He moved so fast that not even his scanners could pick him up. By the time he managed to turn around in shock and recover from the blast of sound, there was only the young autobot where megatron stood. Not to mention that his fist was red hot. That was an impossibility in on itself. He looked around with a slight shaking sensation he didn't know he had.
"That's unfathomable"... He thought to himself. Megatron was apparently blown through half the buildings in the city from what he could see. The fact was, ...he was terrified beyond belief of the thing he was looking at, and he was scared witless.