[He rolls smoothly after her, his engine a bass rumble under the higher, more sibilant sounds of the wind and rain. He veritably prowls over the occasionally uneven ground between the street and the back of the house; he would be a smooth ride if anyone was inside.
His engine gives a particularly loud rev in response to the comment.] What do I look like, a child? I can hold my transformation, thank you! [Okay, that was a little adversarial, Knock Out. He makes an effort to dial it back.] Don't worry, your second floor will be safe from me.
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His engine gives a particularly loud rev in response to the comment.] What do I look like, a child? I can hold my transformation, thank you! [Okay, that was a little adversarial, Knock Out. He makes an effort to dial it back.] Don't worry, your second floor will be safe from me.