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.”

Twin beams of light struck Prime in the chest, sending him staggering backwards.

“How?!” Prime growled as he regained his footing.

Divebomb swooped in low, the length of chain gripped in his talons whipping Ricochet directly in the face. Rampage hit the ground, another chain held in his muzzle. Grabbing the other end, Razorclaw darted forward, clothes-lining the Autobot across the ankles, sending him tumbling face-forward to the ground. Behind the attacking Predacons was the now liberated Megatron. Smoke trailed from the barrels of his shoulder cannons.

“Lesson two, Prime,” Razorclaw grinned, spitting the chain out. “Always have a backup.”

Megatron rose, the last pieces of chain clattering to the ground around him. “Now, Prime… shall we try this again?”

“Hraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!”

Megatron braced himself, but the force of Prime’s mad rush still sent him sprawling backwards. “You can’t stop me, Megatron!” Prime growled as he grappled with his adversary. “You are weakened, wingless, and ultimately doomed!”

“I don’t have to stop you, Prime,” Megatron smirked. “I only have to keep you here awhile longer!”



- Do Over