Please?

…Guys?

And then suddenly his own frame was burning before Spark Bit had even hit the ground. He barely had time to look at his left shoulder, where pain flared out from, to process the sword in his shoulder.

Mere fractions of a second later, he heard a mechanical thud as he realized his arm had been separated clean from the rest of his frame at the shoulder. His optics were wide, the pupils pinpricks as pain tore through his frame. But only one thought pushed through the fog of deep pain.

'Spark Bit! No, no, no, get up! Get up! You're too strong to go down, get up!'

But Spark Bit remained on the ground, that black blade run through his middle... Probably clipping the very core metal that kept his alive and made him *him*. And it panicked Flash Vector!

He turned to his unmoving baby brother as the sword yanked from his frame and both returned to their opponent. But the assassin could hardly care less about him in the moment.

Shaky steps began to carry the racer towards his baby brother. One pede in front of the other. His remaining arm outstretched to reach for the boxer, servo trembling from pain and now the rush of chemicals that put his processor into survival mode.

'Spark Bit, you can't do this! Get up!'

One more step. One more step. One more-

He fell to his knees just as the two children recalled them both. No, no, no! The energy beam engulfed him and he began to really panic. He was going to be separated from his brother!

His brother, who hadn't moved since being impaled...

"Spark Bit!" It was the last thing he got out before being recalled to Peruru's Metal Breath.