There's a point in a fight, Arcee knows, where you have to admit that you're out of your league. You have to know when to retreat. As a leader, it's her job to know where that line is, to make sure no one crosses it, because the most important thing, sometimes, is living to fight another day. But if she's totally honest with herself, she's not always very good at acknowledging that line.

"Over my lifeless husk he's won," Arcee bites out, breaking into a sprint forward with a pained grunt of effort. No way she's letting Megatron take this win, not when she's still standing -- not when she still stands a chance. She tumbles forward in a display of acrobatics, pushing off the ground with her hands and then her feet to launch herself into the air with a ragged yell, aiming her blaster fire at the Decepticon insignia on his chest.