"Almost anything can be made into a weapon when the need strikes, Orion," Megatron said as he leaped forwards to meet the creature's lunge, swiping with his sword but allowing the thing to block it.
Allowing it to block it because he thrust his hand out, ignoring the spikes and blades along the creature's other arm and up on its shoulder, grabbed it by the faceplate and twisted.
It scrabbled against his arm and there was a loud crack of optic glass shattering right before it couldn't withstand his strength and he broke its neck.
Dropping the thing, Megatron stepped back, letting out a slow, hot vent. He felt good. Fighting in the arena was nothing like this, was nothing like killing something that was all wrong.
an archivist who's a civilian and not a gladiator doesn't get weapons!
Allowing it to block it because he thrust his hand out, ignoring the spikes and blades along the creature's other arm and up on its shoulder, grabbed it by the faceplate and twisted.
It scrabbled against his arm and there was a loud crack of optic glass shattering right before it couldn't withstand his strength and he broke its neck.
Dropping the thing, Megatron stepped back, letting out a slow, hot vent. He felt good. Fighting in the arena was nothing like this, was nothing like killing something that was all wrong.