He was angry, dreadfully angry- she'd never seen him so close to a loss of his control. She wasn't scared- no, far from it -she was pleased. He was angry- which meant he was off balance, be it ever so slightly- and even better? he was arrogant, pride offended.
Airachnid leaned forward, tilting her helm and widening her optics in a facsimilie of innocence.
"Lord Megatron? Was it something I said?"
His snarl was dark and loathesome.
"Say that again,"
he seethed.
"Say it!"
A smile slid across her narrow face, fangs glinting for an instant before being hidden.
"Of course, Lord Megatron. I was simply observing that it had been some time since your last fight in the Pits. Don't you miss it?"
Her only answer was the squelsh when she drew one of her spear-like extra legs from his throat, the trickle of his life-energon, the thud of his body.