A war-torn battlefield under a darkened sky. Smoke billows from nearby explosions as Ratchet faces a fierce female Decepticon, her form shrouded in the shadows of the chaos.

The Decepticon lunges at him, her weapons crackling with energy. Ratchet rolls to the side, narrowly avoiding a deadly strike.

“You really think you’ll win by tearing everything apart? You’re only making things worse!”

She presses forward, relentless, attacking with swift, calculated moves. Ratchet’s energon scalpel flashes in the dim light as he parries, sparks flying from their clash.

“This isn’t the way! You don’t have to keep fighting like this—there’s still time to change!”

Ratchet barely blocks a powerful strike, the blow grazing his arm. He winces but doesn’t falter.

“I’ve spent my life trying to save people, trying to fix what’s broken. You could be doing the same, you know.”

The Decepticon presses on, striking with even more intensity. Ratchet activates a temporary shield from his arm, deflecting her next attack.

“Why are you doing this? You could be more than just a weapon. Think about it!”

For a moment, she hesitates, her blades humming in her hands, and Ratchet takes a cautious step forward.

“It doesn’t have to end like this… I can help you.”

But before she can respond, she launches another attack, and Ratchet is forced to retreat. He rolls to the side and lands in a crouch, catching his breath.

“I won’t give up on you, even if you don’t listen now!”

The Decepticon stands firm, her eyes unwavering as she readies for the next round. Ratchet slowly rises to his feet, his expression grim but determined. “I’ll keep trying, no matter what it takes.”

With a tense silence hanging in the air, the two prepare to clash once again.