With the insecticon approaching the pair leaving the town Miller and his other tank commander continued coordinating with their crew to push on. It was rather a relief that they weren't the main target due to one of the tanks already being damaged, but when the CSM noticed the insecticon heading towards the other tanks his heart sank and he shouted "Stop!" The tank did comply and the main gun rotated to face the hostile that was now tearing off the main component of the war machines they drove. "Gunner! Target that hostile hitting on our guys! Fire when ready!" The barrel had to do a few movements, but the order was followed and the tank shot off a round, the discharge kicking up sand and dust around the tank as it did a rock to the side from the violent recoil the massive weapon had. 

The two crews tried their best to nail the fast moving target and their reload time now slapped them in the face as the attacker kicked one tank onto it's side and worked on the head of the other. The commander who manned the gun of the tank that was to be kicked was quick enough to climb out and scramble off the tank, fortunately not being crushed when it toppled over. It did separate him from his rifle, though, and he was on his back in the open looking up at the insecticon dropping them like flies. He was desperate, and he began fumbling with his chest holster to grab his last weapon of choice; the handgun. While that was happening the crew of the tank being disassembled were trying their best to move the tank despite being trapped in a grip that was almost impossible to break. With the target at a stand still, the one manning the machine gun turned the heavy caliber weapon and trained it on the combatant before unloading as much as he could in hopes it could stop them from loosing another tank. With all that happening, there was still Miller's tank taking a shot at the one who bum rushed the advancing teams.