Gil roars as he is pushed down, his wings flailing out as he fell. he landed hard, his bandages giving a collective ripping sound. There were at least five rips in the bandages around his torso, which were causing the bandages to unravel. He bolted upright and rushed out to survey the damage. From what he could tell, the transformer was pretty much toast. it was still showering the occasional shower of sparks, but soon stopped as the internals all burned out. looking around, he thought he saw a figure in the middle of the street. "Hey," he rasped, "You." He walked out toward the figure in the street, the bandages around his chest and waist unraveling, taking the underlying skin with them, bearing the large underlying scales. It must have been a gruesome sight to behold, but all he really noticed was a comforting breeze.