Razorclaw turned and dropped a bent metal bar from his jaw. Prime glanced back to the control panel. The lever was missing, severed at the base. The surrounding metal showed the faint traces of claw marks.

“Let this be a lesson, Prime,” Razorclaw grinned. “Opportunity knocks just once.”

Prime’s only response was a hail of cannon-fire, sending the Predacon scampering away.

“Yo, boss-bot!” Ricochet howled. “Megatron!”

With the momentum from the impact already swinging Megatron’s bound form in a wide arc above the pit, the captive Decepticon leader focused a burst of thrust from the thrusters concealed in his legs. In his weakened state he could only manage a few short bursts, but the added momentum was sufficient to extend his arc of travel at its furthest point to the edge of the chasm below.

Prime tracked the swinging target with the twin barrels of his main cannon. “This is the end, Megatron. I only regret that this won’t be more painful for you.” Prime’s finger squeezed the trigger slowly.

The shot rang out in chorus with Prime’s howl of pain. Razorclaw, unnoticed, had sunk his teeth into the back of Prime’s left knee. The sound of tumbling chain and the clang of a giant metal body filled the room as Prime swung to face his attacker.

“I’ve had enough of your mischief, beast!” Prime shouted. “It’s time to put you down.”



- Do Over