Tacitus was busy with ripping out the wings of one of the ones that was getting too close to Rung. In addition to the audial breaking sounds that the undead made, Tacitus was making snarling and snapping sounds. There was an odd cheer to his tone, the occasional coo interspersing churring and angry growls.
Seeing that Megatron had trouble at his back (or rather, on it), Rung hurried to pull it off. He had no idea, of course, that the damage was already done and Megatron had the virus in him from the start. So when he saw claws pushing past plating the little mech grit his dentae and let minor transformations start along his frame. Agile fingers shifted at the tips, blunt edges folding aside to make way for claws that he shoved in where sensitive wiring met and then twisted and yanked backwards, pulling the flier with him and shoving to the side to get him out of the way.
“Megatron? Are you alright?” He looked down, offering a hand, aware that there were starting to be small changes across his frame. Small spikes and hooks at his elbows, shoulders and knees.
Ok, this was still alright, he could… Megatron wrenched his arm over his helm, firing backwards, but the creature was too close to his broad back, focusing on peeling his thick armor plates apart. Energon began to well from the wound, its color an unnatural violet. The warrior thrashed once more, ready to fire again before it dug deeper-
He had nearly forgotten that he wasn’t on his own anymore. The shriek and sudden absence of a weight on his back was a surprise that took Megatron a moment to react to. He looked up to Rung, such surprise evident on his face, both at the small mech’s strength, and at his… changes. His optics flicked from the jagged edges of Rung’s frame to his optics. It would seem that they’d both been laid bare. Somehow, it set Megatron at ease, and it was with confidence that he took the delicate claws in his own, pulling himself upright again.
“I can still fight. That’s what matters.” The flier that had been on him twitched, trying to crawl toward them again. It didn’t get far after Megatron’s sword relieved it of its helm. “…Thank you for saving me. Help your friend, then head to the downed shuttle at the end of the road, that’s the entrance!”
Megatron's back up 