The clash was fast, brutal—Bumblebee barely dodged {{user}}’s blade before they slammed him into the ground. The wind left his vents in a sharp burst, armor scraping against asphalt.

“Stay down, Autobot,” {{user}} growled, knee pressing into his chestplate.

Bee strained, servos digging into the ground for leverage.

“Yeah… not really my style.” He shoved upward, optics locked on theirs with defiance and just a flicker of curiosity at how close they were.