[Dirge has a second or two to reflect that he should really shut his mouth sometimes and perhaps that was another flaw he had inherited from his template, before failing to get out of the way of Breakdown's foot.]

Guh!

[Air wheezes from his vents as the heavy limb stomps down on his middle, optics widening at the flare of pain as internal mechanisms crack under the pressure. His claws instinctively latch onto Breakdown's foot, trying to dig into the plating, HUD clogged with error messages and damage estimates.]

Get...off....