Fever
By SMYGO4EVA
Breakdown fights, no remorse intact, as brute force always takes his enemies down, with no mercy and no remorse.
Arcee sweeps in, blades unsheathed, swift and silent.
She knows the value of all of the Decepticons. How much they're really worth.
None whatsoever.
He knows to crush and kill and destroy all those who oppose his cause, and in Lord Megatron's name.
A fight.
A line.
Optics thinned and widened at each turn, blow by blow a fight of wavering superiority.
No pauses, no stalling, no holding back.
Energon, lifeblood of former Cybertronians, seeping over the ground.
Once known as equals now in the spectrum of war.
They both fight, they both battle, they both fear losing, as much as they fear their leaders as well as admire them.
Every second, every nanoklik, every megacycle, and every vorn - they melt and swiftly become more like the fever of the battleground.
All for the war to have a true victor, to have a true resolution, and have one or the other reign for all time.
And this current fight was over for now.
Until the next time, one would not be so lucky to see the light of day.