Fangmaw smiles. She felt much the same.
"That might be a bit of a problem," Daybreak begins. "You're not just going to rule one world Axis; you're the leader of our entire race now..."
"One second please, Axis. What do you need, Piston?"
Bootleg and Razorwing watch from afar as Ironclad and Overgrowth conclude their embrace.
"Would you get off?" the Techno-organic playfully snorts. "You're bleeding all over me."
Ironclad awkwardly terminates the hug and backs away, faltering. The two medics catch him.
"Oof, looks like you might be the Third Wheel now, buddy," Bootleg says to Razorwing, patting the Minicon Knight on the back. In response, Razorwing directs Bootleg's attention to Nightfall and Salvage, who were sharing a passionate kiss.
"Well, it looks like I'll be in good company," Razorwing says with a smirk, patting Bootleg on the back.