It's not a pattern. It's like the Red Rust, already in meeeee---oooof.

[Suddenly, impact, armor against him and an abrupt sense of movement, like the ground was torn away from under his feet.]

[Only the ground was still there, and he was now...up here.]

Let go of me! [He struggles, briefly. Because part of him, somewhere in the front of his cortex, doesn't want to hurt Jetfire.] You don't understand! I could kill someone this time!