Dreadwind is slumped at the recharging console though apparently not plugged in, either he didn't quite make it in time and has ground to a halt mere millimeters from salvation or he's fully recharged and just can't be bothered to actually leave and continue his so very tiring and demanding duties. Redshift rolls in, a pair of crude WHEELS bolted to his torso, below which there is only dangling wires and broken pieces. "SLAGGIT, there aren't HERE either!" Fusillade figuratively appears in a whiff of brimstone and smoke. Fusillade leers. Combat: Fusillade strikes Redshift with her Grab attack!