Valclaron's optics narrowed. This is what he had trained for, he had given just about everything he knew up to come here and take the champion down. His manager Sparkright had told him countless times that he was indeed better than Megatron and there was no possibility of failure. He watched Megatron as he prepared to make the first strike.

Megatron lowered his blade at an angle to the ground. He knew better than to underestimate his opponent, but he held the advantage of experience.

Valclaron bought his blade above his head and jumped, He let the sword slide thought the air one handed and to the side. Megatron near laughed. He countered easily and stepped out of the way. The challenger spun around to find himself under direct attack; he leaned back as the tip of Megatron's blade whistled past his neck. He was forced to take a step back and recalculate his tactics. The battle was going to be much harder then he had expected. Valclaron held his blade with both hands out in front of him ready to defend anything that could be brought against him.

Megatron walked forward slowly a smug smirk on his lip. He swiped at Valclaron then swiped again back the other way. The two blades clashed and sparks flew from the contact. Pausing a moment to put some power in to his swing Megatron swiped again. Valclaron pulled back and let the blade pass though the air grabbing the wrist that was holding it. Instinctively Megatron used his other hand to punch at Valclaron. Standing and taking the hit to the chest the gold and white mech quickly pulled trying to knock his opponent off balance.

Megatron dropped his blade effectively letting his hand free and really preferring the hand-to-hand combat anyway. He pulled Valclaron back, and into another fist that landed near the same spot, leaving an obvious dent. Valclaron started to get angry but quickly countered it not letting his emotion interfere with the battle.

At the sound of the clank the crowd leapt from their seats cheering wildly.

"They cheer for me. I control them." Megatron just loud enough Valclaron could hear.

Valclaron clenched his fist and thrust it out making contact and pushing Megatron away. "All things change."

Megatron took a step back from the force of the push. He Kicked out and hit the gold knee join that popped and whined under the pressure.

Valclaron managed to hold his balance and refused to acknowledge the pain, he placed his weight in the injured knee and leaned in to a kick forward. He managed to hit Megatron's right shoulder as he twisted. His shoulder sparked and energon leaked from a small crack, he refused to play any more games. He got up from the ground and stood in front of Valclaron. Valclaron only smiled and seemed to be egging him on. Megatron pulled his left back and thrust it out. White armor was thrust out to counter, but held back by the impact. He pulled his right landing his fist on the side of Valclaron's helm.

Valclaron back peddled out of hands reach shaken but the blunt trauma. His optics struggled to focus but he forced them to become clear.

The crowd was roaring again at the new contact.
Megatron slowly followed, walking and letting his repair system work his shoulder.
Valclaron was stuck suddenly with a moment of panic having lost sight of Megatron. He reset his optics quickly to he the larger silver from come toward him.