"Leave Orion out of this," Arcee snarls, staggering somehow to her feet. Even as she steps in front of Orion, staring down the barrel of Megatron's absurd arm cannon, she has the cold sense in her spark that she's staring certain death in the face. But she's gotten this far; she's not about to stop now. She can't stop now. After all Megatron's done, after all Orion's been through -- after Optimus put his trust in her...

She takes one dogged step, then another, as quick as she can, still firing up at Megatron with a look of grim determination about her. In just a few swift minutes, Megatron's already given her a solid beating -- her plating is dented, scuffed and scraped, and she knows she must be leaking energon -- but her optics blaze as bright as ever.

"Leave him alone, Megatron. I think you've done enough to him. This is between you and me -- and it ends here!"