The waiting, the watching; the agony of it was almost worse than the pain in his chest plating, and it made him wonder anew how some mechs could simply delegate and order and watch their guards or soldiers to fight on without them. This was a form of torture.
Even so, he had no idea how satisfying it would be to watch Megatron fight. His skill against several opponents, alone and unarmed as Ironhide and his other guards struggled against other attackers on the sidelines, was nothing short of captivating. It felt right, in a way that made the Matrix warm approvingly in his chest.
He didn't know what to make of the feeling, and attributed it to the Matrix helping it's Prime recover more quickly. The feeling only grew as his systems rebooted faster, and so he had no reason to doubt the suspicion.
Not that he had much time to wonder as it was. Optimus grunted as Megatron and his assailant both landed on him - and promptly forgot about the combined weight, as he realized he was actually capable of grunting, on his own. Minor systems were coming back online, and he had already prioritized his defense and weapons systems.
The wait crawled on, and Optimus ground his jaw as his frame shook with tension and will.
As the fight turned even more vicious, the Prime noted with no small concern that Ironhide and the others were not going to make it in time. Megatron dropped.
And from behind the shelter of his protector's bulk, Optimus was able to draw his blaster, shooting the mech with the null-ray in the face - immediately turning on the others as well.
Legs still limp and unresponsive, his energon blade ignited with a crackle from the superheated air it displaced, slicing the leg off the assassin already stooping over his prone frame with one easy motion.
Finally regaining control, despite being stuck on the floor, Optimus gave the attackers a challenging smirk.
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Even so, he had no idea how satisfying it would be to watch Megatron fight. His skill against several opponents, alone and unarmed as Ironhide and his other guards struggled against other attackers on the sidelines, was nothing short of captivating. It felt right, in a way that made the Matrix warm approvingly in his chest.
He didn't know what to make of the feeling, and attributed it to the Matrix helping it's Prime recover more quickly. The feeling only grew as his systems rebooted faster, and so he had no reason to doubt the suspicion.
Not that he had much time to wonder as it was. Optimus grunted as Megatron and his assailant both landed on him - and promptly forgot about the combined weight, as he realized he was actually capable of grunting, on his own. Minor systems were coming back online, and he had already prioritized his defense and weapons systems.
The wait crawled on, and Optimus ground his jaw as his frame shook with tension and will.
As the fight turned even more vicious, the Prime noted with no small concern that Ironhide and the others were not going to make it in time. Megatron dropped.
And from behind the shelter of his protector's bulk, Optimus was able to draw his blaster, shooting the mech with the null-ray in the face - immediately turning on the others as well.
Legs still limp and unresponsive, his energon blade ignited with a crackle from the superheated air it displaced, slicing the leg off the assassin already stooping over his prone frame with one easy motion.
Finally regaining control, despite being stuck on the floor, Optimus gave the attackers a challenging smirk.