Martyr
By SMYGO4EVA
Megatron watched him from a distance.
He could see Optimus' arm tighten as he began to cut his enemies down, tearing deeply into the chaises, spilling their lives onto his throat, a chuckle rising from his throat—it never ceased to amaze him how graceful and brutal Optimus has become in all of megacycles of this never-ending battle.
They fought, mercilessly for all these eons, while Optimus grew tired of the perpetual conflict, Megatron in turn relished in their duels. Optimus became looking more and more enduring and willing to forsake his own wellbeing to end the war, while Megaton became all talons, teeth and crazed, hungry eyes ready and willing to rip to shreds anything that dared to bind him.
His smile grew even wider.
Optimus, you will be mine soon, in this never-ending battle….
To fall, as Optimus soon learned, with a cold shudder, is to be strangled by his enemy's whipping chains and unbending iron that clasps around his throat, in Megatron's throes of mad dominance, all for the sake of this accursed war, as he tore into abiding and endless oblivion.
The beast roared in triumph.