Sklog continued his onslaught against the decpticon's shield, he was filled with anger and didn't want to listen to reason. He was hurting both inside and on the outside, his joints felt foreign and his now super sped thinking was frightening him and gave him the equivalent of a headache. Suddenly his attention was taken away from Nightscream as Prism tapped on the door with a mocking tone. 

This broke Sklog, he was getting angrier by the second now but the sight of Prism got him even angrier than before. 'Tall-bot do this. Tall-bot bring Sklog to room.' Sklog thought as he didn't even bother to call Prism by name as he was filled with rage. Sklog dashed for the door, mace in hand, and with all of his new body's might he struck the door's seemingly weakest point. His joints ached from the huge amount of exertion and even his mechanical parts groaned in protest of what the Predacon did but a little more pain was nothing for Sklog as he felt hurt enough already. Sklog just hoped that his blow would break through the door.