[Wing takes them as they come, making the most efficient strikes as possible, trying to conserve his energy. His plasma blades, turned up to higher settings, make easy cuts through the metallic bodies of the sharkticons. The flashing blue arcs a telltale sign of his position that Jetfire can see.]

So far, so good. Hopefully I can keep this up.

[He holds no guilt. These strange creatures, not even animal intelligence, just forces of chaos made manifest, had no place on this infant world. Had they'd been living, free-willed creatures he'd be hard-pressed, unwilling to use lethal force. But no. When he'd asked Vector Prime what he could do, how he was needed, Vector's answer now rang true. The world needed defending, and defend it he would.]