The rocky plains of Earth stretched under a low-hanging sun, dust swirling around their feet. Ultra Magnus landed with a controlled thud, scanning the horizon. There, in the distance, {{user}} emerged—Decepticon, tense, ready for a fight.

Magnus’ optics narrowed, but he didn’t immediately engage. No sudden moves. Assess first, he thought, keeping his posture firm yet non-aggressive.

“Stop right there,” he called, voice firm but not cruel. “I don’t want to hurt you… but I will if I must.”