Thundercracker had been arcing around a mountain peek, but at that, he banked even more sharply, heading straight for the rocky slope. At last minute, he pulled up his nosecone, ailerons flaring, and transformed. He half-landed, half-crashed feet first against the slope, collapsing into a crouch as he looked up at Ventus. He looked like a wounded and cornered animal, face twisted in a grief-induced snarl.

"THEN WHAT WILL!?"

His optics brightened at his own outburst, and he shuddered, collapsing in on himself.

The answer was 'nothing' and he knew it.