[Dirge knows he has the advantage of strength over Swindle, but something in the other's voice clues him into the fact that he still might be in trouble. Swindle never says things like 'I'll make you regret it' unless he means it.

The clone is so close he can feel the displacement of air as the gatling gun emerges, his optics widening as he recalls that particular weapon. The force of the point-blank blast knocks him backwards a few steps, shattering his cockpit and leaving scorch marks all over his abdomen armor.]

Guagh!

[By the time he's recovered enough to even look up, Swindle has a nasty looking gun pointed at him and a force field protecting him from any more attempts at physical harm.]

..... Cheater.

[He mumbles, feeling like a huge idiot for forgetting Swindle's arsenal. Not only has he lost the salesmech, but also his dignity. And he'll need new glass for his cockpit now too. He's starting to understand it probably isn't worth it to try attacking Swindle head on anymore.

The clone shuffles to his feet, wincing as shards of glass tumble from the ruined pilot's seat. Transforming is going to be too painful, so he ignites his heel thrusters with one last glance at Swindle and takes off.]