"You will fall, Prime!"
Megatron shouted, his voice booming as he swung his arm forward in a forceful swing.
"Not by your hand, Megatron!" Optimus yelled back as he brought his arm forward to...
To return the serve.
The small neon ball bounced on the cement before hitting the fence behind Optimus. Megatron pointed at him.
"Ha! I have the advantage now!" Prime picked up the ball and tossed it for a serve.
"I would not let your pride get ahead of you!"
Off the tennis court, Jack, Raphael, and Miko watched the match unfold, the rest of the Autobots behind them as well as Knockout, who had come with Megatron. Knockout pumped a fist in the air. "Yes! Show him, Lord Megatron!" Miko rolled her eyes.
"Sorry, but good always wins at tennis." Ratchet heaved a sigh.
"Whose idea was this, anyway?" Everyone looked at Miko. She lifted her shoulders defensively.
"What?! It's better than fighting him on Cybertron, isn't it?"
Ratchet lifted an eyebrow.
"I suppose. How did you get Megatron to agree to this anyways?" Miko lowered her voice.
"He thinks it's an honorable game between warriors. I might've stretched the truth a liiiiittle bit." Jack laughed.
"Nice one, Miko."
"Yeah, I know. You can thank me later."