ROBOT DANCE OFF

[thanksoptimus]

Who: Too many fucking robots.
Where: "The most dramatic dune in the desert."
When: SUNDOWN.
What: Megatron tries to get Orion Pax to use the Forge on the Matrix of Leadership but then the music starts.
Warnings: Violence, singing.

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Megatron staggers back, laughing, because what else can he do but laugh at this? Months on this planet for nothing. Unicron left functioning for nothing. The frustratingly emotional ordeal that was dealing with Orion Pax, for nothing.

He doesn't even have any more smart remarks to make about this. He just stands back and keeps laughing for the brief moment he's out of Optimus's range, and then he slams back into the fight, hitting Optimus hard with the back of his cannon. They've done this so often that some part of Megatron is almost relieved that here they are again, clashing blades, swapping punches – and there's been many a time that he's allowed himself to think like that in the past – revelled in it, even, in the poetry of rivalry, in the particular intimacy their conflict lends them – but now, so soon after Orion, he cannot. He simply wants to send Optimus Prime to the scrapheap, and never have to think about this again.

"You are injured, Optimus," he grunts, blocking a blade with his armoured wrist. "You will not win this fight."

[thanksoptimus]

Optimus doesn't laugh. He's never laughed. No matter how self indulgent Megatron has acted in a fight, nothing about it has ever been funny to him - and it certainly isn't now that he feels the weight of an anger he barely even recognized within himself.

Usually he would say something, though. Some kind of retort, even if Megatron's taunting was weaker than usual. He doesn't, though. There are just no words for any of this now, and so he just keeps fucking punching and slicing and kicking even as his frame reels from the additional torment. His damage sensors are blaring at him, but he isn't going to stop.

He can feel something energizing him though, past what he should be capable of in this condition. The power of the Matrix's restoration, the thinks - he will use it as long as he can.

He lets surrenders himself over to that force, and leaps with much more gusto than his injuries should allow, diving feet first with an attempted double kick to Megatron's chest.

[bigfuckinggun]

The kick hits home, and Megatron hits the sand with a dull whumf and a clatter of metal. It's not long before he's trying to get back up again, but he does take a moment to scowl up at Optimus and hiss, "How–?"

[thanksoptimus]

"I will not be your victim again, Megatron," he growls, and that's all the explanation he gets. Optimus doesn't intend to let him get up again.

He takes it to the ground, leaping on top of the other bot and just savaging him with his fists rather than anything more dignified. There is a furious, indignant desperation to the whole thing, even as it is proving to be effective. With every strike he hopes that his feelings will begin to recede, but they don't. Not so easily.