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War, a terrible thing, isn't it? Yet such a simple thing can stop it.. or at least pause it. A warlord, once a fighter for justice, and a Prime, once part of the justice, few things could stop the raging war between them, except maybe the uprising of an even greater threat. Megatron was destructive, yes, but he wanted to rule, not destroy the universe.
[SCENE TAKES PLACE MID-FIGHT.]
Swords clashed, blasters fired, and energon spilled. Yet another battle. It was a reoccurring situation, it got quite tiring after a while, battle after battle.. In the middle of the chaos, Optimus and Megatron fought, it was almost like watching cats claw at each other. Megatron firing his cannon, and Optimus slicing at him with his axe. So many had fallen. Sunburst watched from the skies, just out of sight, well, out of the land dwellers sight anyways. If the seekers flew up he'd definitely be spotted. Not that it mattered though, he was technically a Decepticon, though it didn't feel like it, he'd switched so many times, never understanding his own intentions. Sunburst had given up a long time ago, Starkiller joined the Decepticons, so he did too... even though he still felt like an Autobot. He couldn't fight Optimus, not after.... everything.
Back down on the ground, Megatron snarled as Optimus landed a hit, pain coursing through his entire frame momentarily. Optimus huffed and tried to speak, maybe he could reason with Megatron, he'd tried many times before and it never worked, but just maybe..
"Megatron! Stop this madness, don't you see how many of your own have fallen?!" Optimus yelled out, landing another hit on Megatron even as he spoke. Megatron scoffed and then just laughed. "If my Decepticons have died already, they are weak! Besides.. do you really think I'd give up the opportunity to crush your puny spark with my own servos?" Optimus was caught off guard for a second, a grave mistake. Megatron fired at Optimus, the blast tearing through the Prime's armour, energon spilt onto the ground as Optimus fell, staining the rocks a deep blue.
He staggered as he tried to rise, nearly tumbling over again. He was a Prime, surely a single blast wouldn't cause him to lose. But Optimus knew that blast had caused severe damage, warnings going off. Megatron let out a manic cackle, enjoying the sight of his enemy struggling. Who wouldn't? The warlord stalked forward as Optimus forced his body to stay upright, prepared to swing his axe. "You're pathetic." Megatron scoffed, his cocky expression faltering into rage for a moment. He wanted a real fight! Maybe the Prime's age was catching up with him. "At least I'm not an unstable tyrant." Optimus responded, his voice somehow not cracking through the pain.