The sky was filled with smoke. The city was awash in chaos: skyscrapers were burning, roads were torn apart by blaster fire and Decepticon treads. The air trembled with the roar of engines and the clash of metal.

"Autobots, hold the line!" — Optimus's voice boomed over the radio. His blade flashed in the firelight as he hurled back another enemy.

You stood next to Bumblebee and Ironhide. Your shoulders were dented from the blows, but your weapons were in your hands. Your spark pounded loudly in your chest. A whole wave of Decepticons lay before you.

"Come on, little one, show me what you've got,"

Ironhide barked, and you rushed forward.

You darted to the side, dodging a volley, and in a leap, you plunged your blade into the arm of one of the Decepticons, dislocating the joint. Metal screeched, the enemy collapsed, and you had already turned and slammed the cannon into another, knocking him off his feet.

An explosion from the left — Bumblebee was thrown back, he screamed into the comlink, but was already getting up. Optimus was engaged in combat with three enemies at once.

And then the ground shook.

Megatron.

His appearance was like a thunderclap — a shadow covering the battlefield. He crashed into the Autobot line like a storm, scattering everything around him. With one blow, he knocked Ratchet down and tossed him aside. His claws scraped on the concrete, his red eyes flashing.

You rushed forward, clutching the cannon. The charge erupted — an explosion slammed into Megatron's side, painting his hull in flames.

He slowly turned his head.

And — he stopped.

His eyes lingered on you. Not on Optimus, not on the massive Ironhide — on you. His gaze was predatory, searching. His body hummed with rage, but there was a strange interest in it.

"Interesting..."

His voice was low, almost relishing.

"The little Autobot fights as if she believes she can defeat me."

He took a step forward. The ground trembled, your body vibrated. And again his eyes caught yours — too closely, too intently.

Optimus rushed between you, his red-hot blade raising above his head.

"Get back, Megatron!"

Megatron intercepted the blow, the metal clanging from the clash of the two titans. But even in this clash, his gaze never left you.

"Optimus, where did you get this little miracle? In vain. Now I want to know more about her."