Criminal
By SMYGO4EVA
The insignia would say it all.
There would be no further questions.
Whether it'd be Autobot or Decepticon, there would be nothing left but the symbols of which they were, who they once were. It would only now be a vestige of a grudge that had lasted for vorns within a millennium of battles and of a swollen empire. It wouldn't matter if any Cybetronian wanted to be in this war or just fulfilled their unknown bestowed fate, the symbol would remain.
No matter what ties were bound, there would be only time for conquest and pride to reign supreme at the very end, to the last spray of energon.
It was just the two of them. Crimson red and cerulean blue. Only one would walk away. It would have been criminal if the battle was not fought fairly.
The Decepticon turned to his rightful opponent then and offered his best smirk. Proud, reckless and strong, claw-like hands and arm blades unsheathed.
"Ready, Autobot?" Knock Out questioned smugly and with absolute certainty. "I won't hold back."
Arcee's unseeing optics narrowed dangerously and she shifted in her stance. "Just bring it."