Transformers Mansion

The Prima twists away, smoke now trailing from the wing that she didn't quite get out of the way in time. Looping back, she fires at the spitter.

//Fallstreak, do you need a little help with your sensors?//

Meanwhile, down below, Lumen is in the midst of a thick knot of heavies, ducking, twisting, weaving, and singing. And leaving a mess in his wake.