Sunder was terrifying, truly the embodiment of death.

His entire 14 meter frame had various spikes and sharp edges.

Of course, he wasn’t always this way. But, his profession made him slowly result to violence and death.

His crystal blue optics were focused on the mess of parts and energon on the ground. His facial plates opened, revealing a rather scary sight.

“Pathetic..” He grumbled, his facial plates closing with a hiss as he surveyed the area, wondering if anyone else was alive.