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"Ironhide. Don't move." Lennox gripped his steering wheel tightly as he stared out the window.
Cautiously, Ironhide transferred his sensors from the Decepticons on the ridge to the animal in front of them. A quick search of the internet told him it was a moose, but he didn't understand why that made his Human ally so nervous. "Why should I be afraid of this creature?"
"Do an internet search of moose related accidents. And don't move until it does."
"If Optimus needs us--" He hadn't even begun the search that Lennox requested when he was cut off by an audio-splitting whoop and the sight of one of the Decepticons--Wildrider, one of the newly arrived Stunticons, he thought--charging down the road.
The moose turned to face the young mech, lowered its head and let the Decepticon crash straight into its antlers. Ironhide watched in morbid fascination as the Stunticon crumpled around the creature with a sickening crunch.
Then the moose lifted its head, shook the blood energon off its antlers and walked away.
"And that's why you don't fuck with the moose," Will breathed, shock clearly evident in his tone.