Ironhide

There’s a thrill IRONHIDE gets when his targeting systems register a lock. Nothing matches it. He can feel his systems surge as he zeroes the target, checks his range, and fires. The world seems to slow down when he goes into battle. Plasma bursts scream away from him at half speed, leaving a shimmering trail of superheated air behind them. Incoming lasers slow to a crawl. Though he honestly does look forward to the end of the war, part of him hopes he never runs out of DECEPTICONS® to hunt.