Megatron took a step back, sweat dripping down his cheek as some random group of-- 'dead' bots was basically chasing him. He attempted to remain calm and collected, despite the fear he felt. Afterall, you can't kill a dead spark twice. He backed up a little more, bumping into a suit of armor- which was something he definitely needed. Him being the person in need for assistance right now, he puts on the armor. He gives a small laugh, given the way he is, as if he has defeated the bots. They stared at him in disdain, before some random springlock decided to go off when he made that laugh. Of course, it clamped down onto his body, eyes going wide as his laugh was short lived. He fell onto his knees, experiencing excruciating pain as the springlocks just squeezed on him even deeper into his mesh.