The crowds, perhaps sensing that the two flying metas' argument wasn't going to be concluded peacefully, had taken it upon themselves to get out of the way. Finally, a public that was aware enough not to stand vapidly while superpowers squabbled! Civvillian casualties could be properly minimized and the super's public images would suffer fewer great blows!

On the other hand, it meant that Waspinator had just gotten himself slammed into pavement instead of conveniently squishy human bodies.

He let out an involuntary yelp as he hit the ground, noting distractedly that his ribs would probably ache tomorrow. And the next day. And the next day. The usual, really. He should be used to this.

Trying to shake himself from a daze, he aimed a groggy kick at Starscream, trying to shake the armoured Seeker off him where he lay.