Metalstorm quickly dived towards the falling Seeker. He just needed to keep the missiles off him for enough time to get to the Decepticon. Transforming, he just barely managed it, and pulled the wounded Seeker up as a shield, the missiles plowing into the other bot. Despite this, Metalstorm was still blown back, and shrapnel flew through him. Though none of the damage was major, it still caused several alarms to go off. On the ground, he started to feel insecure. He always had felt scared of the ground, as it was where flyers went to die. He started looking around madly, constantly fretting about ambushes. There was so many hiding places that the enemy could be, he was now in full on panic. He tried transforming, but couldn't. This worsened the matter, and he was now hysterical. Without flight, he was nothing. Easy prey for any bot that was flying above, he hated the ground. Hated it, hated it, hated it!