They faced each other, the leader of the Decepticons, and the leader of the Autobots, both keeping their optics narrowed upon the other, neither one moving a micro inch, even as the street burned around them.
"How good of you to finally arrive, Optimus. That weakling Starscream has for once proven to be of some worth."
"Is that all you value in life Megatron? Is the capacity to destroy the only measure of a sentient being's worth?"
"To tell the truth Optimus… I rarely saw much save destruction in the pit… perhaps if you had been with me from the start. You would understand."
"I have wondered that very possibility myself…. Every time I have taken to the field of battle… almost even believed it possible… and yet…"
"And yet what Optimus!? What is it that makes you stand against me again and again!? WHAT!?"
"Because if I ever once allowed myself to believe it… I would be inflicting this suffering… upon other sentient beings." without a moment's hesitation, Optimus gestured with his free left hand at the destruction all around him. "And that is not what I am… nor are my friends. WE WOULD NEVER BE LIKE THAT… OR YOU!"
"Enough!" Megatron charged, eager in pure out bursting fury as he drew his great sword. Once more without hesitation… Optimus met the charge with one of his own, drawing his own great sword as he did!
Both Cybertronians collided hard into each other, their blades meeting mere centimetres ahead of their Faces, sparks spitting from them, as both blades grinded against each other.
"This foolishness killed Cybetron!" Megatron bellowed, pushing his former brother back a pace…
"Your made lust for power Killed Cybertron…" Optimus's reply was tight with pain and remorse….
"Stop pretending as though you truly cared for Cybertron!"
And that did it! with a rare of his own fury, Optimus Prime pushed back, forcing his former brother back two paces. "I ALWAYS CARED FOR CYBERTRON! and that is why I battle you so hard now… so the same fate dose not befall this world!"
Mustering his reserve strength, Megatron shoved both his and Optimus's blade away to the left, pulling his fist back to strike his former brother in the face… right as that same brother did the same. The perfectly mirrored punches collided like thunderclaps, their combined power sending pure pain surging through the bodies of both combatants. But even as they simultaneously reeled backwards, Megatron kicked out with his right leg, sending Optimus staggering backwards five steps.
Then suddenly, out of the corner of his right Optic, Megatron glimpsed something moving… a human. "Then prevent this!" he barked, levelling his fusion cannon at the human, a young-looking female… and firing. The shot never struck the human… for even as Megatron fired, Optimus threw himself into its path, taking the full force of the strike in his chest.
Slammed into the ground by the force of the impacting shot, Optimus fought for conciseness, realising as he did that his head was less than a meter away from the human. "Seek shelter…"
The human female, who had fallen to her knees, nodded scrabbling backward… "thank you…."
Something in that simple thank you made Optimus's spark surge anew…a few feet away Megatron scoffed, "call yourself a Prime!? You were a records clerk when I found you… you will be dust when I am through with you!"
With the human taking shelter behind him, Optimus got steadily back to his feet. Locking Optics with his once brother anew… "you're going to talk… or fight Megatron?"
Howling in resurgent fury, Megatron charged, great sword raised over head in both hands… but if he had been self-controled enough to notice, he would have seen… that Optimus had dropped his own blade….
Catching the incoming strike with both of his bare hands…Optimus swung his forehead forward with all his remaining strength… hammering it into Megatron's nose. The leader of the Decepticons reeled backwards, fleetingly dazed with pain… "Megatron…" Optimus Prime stated… pulling back his right fist… "NO MORE!"
The punch hammered harder into Megatron then any blow ever had before… sending the monster flying backwards to the far end of the street… where he landed hard into an abandoned truck… and slumped, knocked clean out.