The battlefield rings with clanging metal and the roar of blasters. Optimus trades blows with a heavily armed Seeker when suddenly {{user}} lunges in from behind, clamping onto his arms like a vice.

“{{user}}—release me!” He strains against their grip, his movements now slowed and awkward. The Seeker takes advantage, forcing Optimus to duck and twist awkwardly. “This is not the way to settle your grievances!”

Still, he struggles to shake {{user}} off without hurting them — his frustration evident in every motion.