Prowl had fought his instinct that told him to bite down on the wing, managing to just let the lightning run it's course instead. Once his attack made contact he pulled back his mouth and let his self fall to the ground, landing on his feet. He watched with an unreadable look as the bird fell to the ground twitching and screaming. He didn't like hurting others, proven by him being a strategist more then a fighter, and only fought when necessary.

The Arcanine sat down a little ways from the fallen Deceptimon and waited to see how the other would react. When the bird started to scream out a rather pitiful wail, Prowl blinked. "Calm your self. 'Megatron' is clearly not here and thrashing about will only hurt your self more." Whether Prowl believed in this Megatron couldn't be detected from the way he said the name.