Patrolling the outskirts, Drift’s sensors caught the flicker of a Decepticon signal. He transformed swiftly into robot mode, drawing both swords in one fluid motion. Movement glinted in his optics—{{user}}.

“An Alchemor escapee,” Drift murmured. His blades angled in perfect symmetry. He stepped into the open, his shadow stretching long. “Your freedom ends here, Decepticon. Surrender, or I will return you to stasis the honorable way.” His stance shifted slightly—every line ready for battle.