"Heads up!" Ironhide roars, bends and twists and grabs Cliffjumper by an arm and a leg and, before Cliffjumper can do more than squawk his indignation, surges up and sends him flying clear across the battlefield.

"Hey!" he yells, and then "Oof!" when he lands in Skyfire's oversized mitts, and before he can start to really protest the oversized probably-a-Decepticon-sympathiser says "Sorry!" and tosses him all the way up the mountain overlooking the fight, which is further away from the mayhem than Cliffjumper ever wants to be.

"What in the name of Primus' creaky boron compressor," he yels, pinwheeling in midair, and by the time yet another pair of too-big hands catches him he's about ready to haul off and punch someone right in their big smug-

"Apologies Cliffjumper," Optimus Prime says, and Cliffjumper might throttle it back just a tiny bit for the Prime. "But do you still have that rocket launcher in your subspace?"

Despite everything, Cliffjumper starts to grin. "Well if that's all you needed, Prime, why didn't you say so?"