[Well, the gesture had to be made. He'd hoped common sense might prevail but maybe that was too much to ask of some Decepticons. He rather missed Slipstream's pragmatism at this point.]

Good. I-- [The rest comes out as a curse as you lunge at him, the sudden switch to melee catching him off-guard. He hastily turns away one clawed hand with the back side of his weapon, the flat of the plasma blade slightly charring your wrist plating. His sidestep is a touch too slow though, putting his lower chassis directly in the path of your other clawed hand. He gasps roughly in shock and pain as the talons dig into his plating.