With a clean slice through its hinges the crate's door falls away...and with it a very prone body that slums onto the ground, face down.

There's another groan, the mech's fingers twitching, shoulder paldrons sagged but shuddering as Deadlock's systems clearly try to compensate for so many jolts of energy in addition to the wounds he already had. The red glass of his cockpit is smashed and much of the kibble on his back is crumpled, old energon dried where someone clearly tried to stop energon loss by cauterizing fuel lines instead of patching them. The restraining bolt on his forearm looks a little worse for the wear as well, a little blackened around the edge.