I repeat I DO NOT OWN TRANSFORMERS, but BloodRazor, DracoRazor, and Imperius are mine. Also I wish to apologise for the spacing oddities that keep appearing I don't know why they occur when the story is displayed its not the way they were written.



BloodRazor stood in the arena, 10 fully armed Decepticon gladiators faced him.
The simulated terrain popped up and he began to move. The gladiators moved in splitting up to disappear into the twisted wreckage. BloodRazor walked carefully into it forgoing his energy senses as ordered.
Imperius, ruler of the Quintisson empire sat with Qwell, his admistrator of war.

"Your creation is impressive my lord Imperius. How will he fair against so many without his energy syphon."

"He survived the Vok War, these will provide little challenge."

"One of the five, which one was he."

"World-Slayer."

Below, the first attack came a metalliko master wielding a curved blade. Its attack was quick and would have sliced a normal opponent in half. Blood Razor sidestepped and lashed out with monoedged claws. He moved on sword in hand as the headless bot started to fall.

If a Quntisson could go pale Qwell did.

"World-Slayer, you reformatted World-Slayer".

"Part of my new project, I needed him to forget what he was. This will make what he could be more interesting".

"I don't understand. You reformatted an Elite, who stripped entire worlds of life just to kill a single Vok, for a simple experiment?".

Below. BloodRazor fought one bot while a second took shots at him with a laser. The fighter was good, it was programmed to engage him, but not try to win. Merely stall while the sniper finished him. Razor backed the fighter to the bottom of the pile the sniper was on. He struck with the sword he took earlier, the fighter dodged, but he wasn't the target, the junk pile was. Severing a missile casing supporting the piles weight. He jumped to the side as the pile crashed down on the fighter. The sniper started to stand only to be speared by a thrown sword.

"You aren't suppose to."

"Does he know."

"About his potential, no, it would drive him insane."

The next four were all heavy close in fighters they attacked as one being directed by a fifth near skeletal brain unit. Dodging blows Razor grabbed one and threw it into the brain unit. Both out of the fight, their three survivors were simple prey.

The last two were the hardest. They weren't gladiators but war production models. They advanced with energy melee weapons. One with a sword the other an ax. The swords man came first slashing wildly, trusting the blades ability to cut through anything. Razor flipped over it, coming down claws first on its head. The ax-bot came screaming trying to get him before he could extract his arm. BloodRazor hefted the sword-bots body and swung it like a club. The ax-bot was crushed.

Imperius rose as the crowd cheered on the carnage

"Citizens of the Quintisson empire I give you my new Guard Commander BloodRazor and I name him. Death, The Destroyer of Worlds."