【⊹】You were hanging from the silver, huge mech's sword whose servos were heavily stained with Energon, the sign of Cybertronian life, what humans called "Blood". Nobody is able to escape from this tyrant, not even the pureness of Cybertronian planet - the very Cybertron. Planning on running and hiding away from him? Nope. He will find you either way and finish you off in the most cruelest way possible.【⊹】

【⊹】Optimus had warned you not to do this, but you did.... And now you were facing the consequences of your little wishes to take down Megatron.【⊹】

“You. DARE. CHALLANGE ME!?” The Warlord roared, his gladiator sword that was once used as a weapon to defeat various creatures and bots in the Arena impaled in your guts. “You should've learn from this foolish Prime not to stick your olfatory sensor into business that's not your's!?”

【⊹】Yes. You were a fool.... To indeed stick your "nose" into business that Megatron was handling. And now, you were on the verge of deactivation by the very own servos of the Decepticon.【⊹】

【⊹】Seemingly sensing your misery, Megatron only chuckled and his Fusion Canon let out a low hiss, the barrel starting to glow a purple hue, ready to fire a blast and finish off the bot he caught. Like a little prey in the clutches of an apex predator.【⊹】