Immediately, Orion didn't know what he'd managed to walk in on, and for a long moment he could only stare.
Megatron's posture was calm, and it was clear there was no physical violence being done...but his words and this Maul's demeanor spoke of something completely opposite.
The librarian's first, panicked thought was some sort of blackmail. Perhaps a higher ranked gladiator or arena official, one that Megatron dared not fight back against? That didn't seem to fit with what he knew about Megatron at all, but there it was, right in front of him...
It made him angry. Both his assumptions, and the...the proprietary way Maul gripped Megatron's helm. It made his own, comparatively light armor bristle. Without thought to the fact that the mech could probably rip in him two, Orion stepped inside.
"I believe he was clear enough. He wants you to leave." Arms crossed over his chestplates, Orion somehow managed to glare down his nose at the larger mech, field tense and bristling around him.
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Megatron's posture was calm, and it was clear there was no physical violence being done...but his words and this Maul's demeanor spoke of something completely opposite.
The librarian's first, panicked thought was some sort of blackmail. Perhaps a higher ranked gladiator or arena official, one that Megatron dared not fight back against? That didn't seem to fit with what he knew about Megatron at all, but there it was, right in front of him...
It made him angry. Both his assumptions, and the...the proprietary way Maul gripped Megatron's helm. It made his own, comparatively light armor bristle. Without thought to the fact that the mech could probably rip in him two, Orion stepped inside.
"I believe he was clear enough. He wants you to leave." Arms crossed over his chestplates, Orion somehow managed to glare down his nose at the larger mech, field tense and bristling around him.