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

Flamewar was looking around, smirking, with a pleased smile, after another successful battle, with Autobots retreated after fighting with her. Flamewar: “What a shame, war veterans ran away from me, hah.”