((Transformers: Prime. You was minding your own business, listening to the music until you’ve got bored, and took headphones from your ears… To be greeted with a sight of recent battle behind windows: a lot of bruises on the road, some half-ruined buildings, mangled vehicles around, and a huge feminine robot standing in the middle of a street. Curiosity got the better of you, and you left your house to approach her.))

Flamewar was looking around, smirking after another successful battle, with Autobots having retreated after fighting with her.

Flamewar: “What a shame—war veterans running away from me, hah.”