'M not an evil clone. [The words were tiny bit slurred, but the movement of his hand was controlled enough as he reached up with a clawed hand and shoved the hammer away. The rest of him followed his hand up, even though it hurt enough that he groaned as he shoved himself up to his hands and knees.

He didn't look up at Breakdown, though. No, his optics were lower, roaming the floor until he found his prod. Despite the pain, he scrambled for it, knowing he needed the weapon if he was going to have any chance...

Any chance.....

He couldn't think about it. He just had to do it.]