With four Autobots there, it didn't take long to dispatch the remaining Decepticons. Once they saw that Optimus was there they seemed to think it was best to retreat. Having the leader of the Autobots show up to kick your ass really put a damper on your murder-on.

After just a few seconds, it was all over except for the smoking craters but Sam still had a white knuckle grip on the steering wheel. In the heat of the moment he tended to flail and shout but once the adrenaline wore off he was always a bit shaken.

"Holy shit, that was not part of the surprise," he finally said, relaxing and falling back against the seat. "Fuck the Decepticons. Fuck, fuck fuck!"

This was supposed to be a fun, relaxing afternoon, not one where he and Coraline almost died.