Arcee was quick to run to the occupants of the cell as Optimus looked up to see her. Bumblebee and Windblade looked exhausted, Perceptor was curled up, and Scythe's servos were bloody. An imprint of Energon against the wall beside him made it clear he was the one trying to signal them the entire time.

Shockwave went to Perceptor and Scythe, awaking the former, and broke their restraints. Predaking helped Bumblebee and The Matriarch aided Windblade. As they were all freed from their bonds, they all stared at Arcee the most.

Optimus looked at her with rare surprise. "You're alive?! We feared you were-"

"Shh, Optimus, you know it's going to take a bit more than exile to an island to end me."

Bumblebee kneeled beside her and looked over her armor. "Oh Primus, Arcee, what happened to you?! Your armor?!"

"What has happened to you guys is more of a concern. I'm fine, but none of you are," she said.

Megatron came over to help her and offered a servo to Optimus who was hesitant to take it being that they were, above all, archenemies. Even if the gesture was of obvious good intentions, suspicions from years of war and a failed relationship previously between them didn't lessen the normalized caution they had among each other. When Arcee gave him a reassuring nod, he finally took it. Megatron helped him stand and they were optic to optic for the first time in years.

"Call this my good deed for today, Prime. Working on my service to the community by rescuing you. Queen's orders," he smirked.

Optimus didn't smile but the warlord could tell there was a slight twitch of one trying to come through. Then Optimus turned to Arcee and hugged her, lifting her off the ground given their height difference.

"I thought I lost you," he said softly.

Arcee wasn't accustomed to Optimus of all bots giving hugs, but the beating of his spark was soothing to her audio receptors. It almost made her want to drift into recharge. But she fought the feeling as she knew there was still the threat of Rockrider and Wrathzone at large.

Scythe nudged her with some friendly affection though he refused to touch her, his bleeding servos the main reason. "I always had a hard time believing that I would see the last of you even when everyone insisted it. Nice to know I was right you would return. I would ask about some noticeable changes, but I assume the damage of your armor had a lot to do with the isle?"

"It's a story best left to when we get to safety. Megatron and I have quite a long one and a friend of ours lost his life helping us along the way," she said.

"I'll be around to listen," he smiled.

Perceptor had help standing with Shockwave wrapping his arm over his helm. He said in a tired voice, "Rockrider had us here for I don't know how long. I'm surprised she didn't kill us, but promise me you'll stop her, Arcee."

"I will." She then activated her commlink. "Haywire, we found all the other leaders. The rest are alive. We need a ground bridge now!"

"Nice to hear from you! Sending right away! I'll come through to make sure everyone makes it in on your end."

After a few seconds, the ground bridge opened, and Haywire ran through. "You're all alive! Thank Primus for that! And thank you, all of you."

Then he saw Scythe and immediately ran to him, placing a supportive servo on his shoulder. "Are you alright?"

Scythe smirked, "I'll live if that's what you're concerned about. Since when would you worry about an ex-Decepticon over your job-?"

"Since I cared about you, you idiot! It's my job to worry about everyone as well but you...as much as you can be a bit downtrodden in a situation, you do have something about you that I can't hate except the fact you are always right...somehow."

"That's sweet of you, Autobot," he laughed.

"Yeah, yeah, enjoy the brief confession while you have the chance, Decepticon. Now, we need to leave and-"

Bumblebee stopped him. "No, we can't leave! Rockrider's still here. We need to stop her together!"

"You are injured and your Energon is depleted. I refuse to let that happen even if I have to throw you into this portal myself. All of you! Arcee, you and Megatron go up and face her with Shockwave, Matriarch, Predaking, and Grimlock. Ultra, you're going to help me bring the rest of them into our medical bay. No ifs, ands, or buts. The rest of you, you are in no condition to fight."

Arcee tapped Optimus' shoulder who gave her a concerned look. She grinned, "I'll be alright. Trust me, I've faced worse these last few weeks than two mere bots. I'm not the queen for nothing now, am I?"

"I put my trust in you, Arcee. Megatron, consider this my apology."

Megatron frowned slightly put off by the statement. "What for?"

Optimus finally smiled, "For not believing in you when I should have all those years ago before the Council. You were right and I'm sorry."

That made the warlord grow a genuine smile back. "We were both fools back then. I should have gone about my argument towards the Council better, and I should have been proud of you ascending from librarian to Prime. I guess we both have atoned for our wrongs."

The Prime nodded and helped Shockwave transfer Perceptor from the scientist's hold to his own.

Arcee then looked down at Moonhunter who sat nearby waiting for her orders obediently. "Moonhunter, go with them. You'll be safe there."

The Nitrotiger seemed hesitant and confused but he gave a whimper and slowly walked into the portal. After they all entered without Arcee's team, the blue femme cracked her knuckles.

"Guess the last place on our tour is the throne up top."

Shockwave said, "Rockrider is most likely awaiting us, or she has already left. Only one way to find out."

As they all reached the elevator again, they stared at it before Predaking left to go down the hall instead.

"Yeah, no, I'll fly this time. Shockwave, Matriarch, you two want to hitch a ride?"

The Matriarch perked up immediately, "I've always wanted to fly on a Predacon! Hell yeah! Arcee, we'll meet you up there."

When she grabbed Shockwave's arm, she did it with childish glee which was a first for anyone to witness. It stunned Shockwave enough to where he stumbled when she dragged him a bit too quickly. Arcee and Megatron snickered. Even if she was a tough clone, The Matriarch, just like everyone else, had some sense of wonderment. Riding on the back of a Predacon seemed to be hers.

As they rounded the corner, Arcee turned to the remaining Dinobot. "Grimlock, I never thought I'd be able to work with you. Did I ever tell you that you were one of my few inspirations when I was younger, how you destroyed the Decepticon uprising in Hydrax by yourself and beat even the proudest warriors among them!"

"You heard those stories too, huh? Heh heh, it was my finest hour and my first time working for Optimus Prime. Can't say I liked being a part of the Autobots but not for reasons you think. I just never fit in with the team," the gold and black mech said. "Maybe that's why Shockwave found me so interesting. Maybe that's why he..."

Grimlock peered down at his clawed servos. They weren't always that way and he wasn't always a Dinobot.

Megatron sighed, "Shockwave did a lot that even didn't sit right with me. But he changed as you have seen. Can't change the past, you know."

"Yes, the past. I've learned to live with it and adore my beast mode. It is quite powerful, a bit hard to navigate though."

Arcee then said, "Well, we're going to need it."

As Arcee headed into the elevator with Grimlock in tow, Megatron stopped short of the access peering around before closing his optics. His faceplates scrunched slightly in irritation. "Arcee, wait, before we go...I...I need to talk to you about something that's bugging me, something I might not have the chance to tell you at all after this."

The queen paused, turning smoothly on her heels to face him. "Oh?"

Grimlock looked between the two and noticing Megatron with a calm but unsure expression, he took that as his cue to just wait a good distance to give them some privacy and silently sat out in the hall looking down at the Combiners who were talking themselves.

"Megatron, what's wrong?" Arcee said in a worried tone.

Megatron awkwardly rubbed his neck thinking of how to tell her something he needed to without making her think he had lost his mind. "I, uh...this whole journey we had together..."

"Yeah?"

"...I never thought that we would make such a great team despite our differences and the fact that we hated each other. I'm surprised if anything how far we've come from that. Um, I...I am very-damn, I can fight Unicron, an entire legion of Autobots, and various monsters but I can't say this?" He muttered.

Arcee grew a smile the more she heard, and she began piecing together what he was trying to explain. She drew closer with her arms crossed. He had already expressed how much he cared for her, this seemed to be their next big step and she was prepared for it. "And that would be?"

Seeing her expression change to a light humor but still respectful, he breathed a sigh and looked down at her. Her gorgeous blue optics with their signature pink outline enchanted him. "Arcee, I want you to know again that I care deeply about you. I still wish we had met earlier as friends...or more. I...well, I love you. I wouldn't have the courage to tell you that prior to this moment because I wasn't sure if what I was feeling was right. But hearing you might have some feelings for me on the isle brought me to confess entirely before I might never see you again. I don't want this to overshadow you; forgive me."

He bowed his head slightly to Arcee's surprise. He expected her to reject him. Given his history with Soundwave being his only real friend and Optimus only bringing out stress when they were together after transitioning from Orion Pax, it made sense he was ashamed of his feelings like they were the reason everyone was driven away. On top of that, them being a bit more than friends already but pushing the next step of their relationship so soon could have the potential to backfire badly.

Arcee knew this to be wrong since it was more about his destructive nature, but she understood his grief on the matter. Bolt was his only other friend and her? It was hard for her to admit that the tyrant and decimator of Cybertron had grown on her too. She could just imagine what Bolt would have said as playful mockery of this confession.

"You really have changed," she said, "even from the moment you already told me you cared about me."

"W-well, my murderous tendencies still exist so I wouldn't denounce that as complete change but yes, I have grown very fond of you. You're one in a million, Arcee. And I can't help but fall in love with you over and over because of that."

The femme suddenly leaped up to Megatron's shoulder to sit upon it and, in her defense, make it easier to do what she wanted to do next. Taking his chin delicately into her servos, she leaned in to nuzzle her nose against his with a giggle. They peered into each other's optics and Megatron gave a deep rumble like a purr.

The nose touch plus locking optics was their signature way of starting a courting ritual. If one confessed their love and the other returned their feelings with the gesture, it was an acceptance of a mutual bond. What progressed after that varied depending on time and species in some cases, but it was universal to most all cybernetic beings. It also could not be forced, which made the moment even more special to Megatron before he turned his head to kiss her. It was short and sweet but to both, it was more than that. As they separated, Arcee continued to nuzzle him sweetly with various noises almost akin to a cat. Then they heard the clearing of someone's throat.

Grimlock was looking away, but they could tell he was a bit anxious. He said, "Not to ruin your moment but we should probably get going."

Arcee, blushing, nodded in agreement, "Perhaps we should."

Megatron held out his servo and smirked, "To the end?"

She took it though it was more her wrapping her servo around two of his digits given their size difference. "To the end."

Megatron let her hop off and gestured for Grimlock to join them. The Dinobot did so quickly, and they rode the elevator to the second highest floor. From there, an automatic platform sank to let them up, a reaction Megatron knew to be what he coded it to do upon his arrival. Most all Darkmount's features when fully active responded to his virtual command without him needing to say a word. He always liked Darkmount; it was one of his favorite projects.

Stomping up to the top in his leader stance, he found Wrathzone turning to look at him and Rockrider sitting on his throne. If there was one thing he hated, it was someone touching his seat even if he was no longer in charge.

"Wrathzone," he growled, "you already sunk low when you pulled your stunts back in the Pits. The fact that you have the nerve to do this just proves your fall."

The faded gold mech laughed, "Look who's talking, Lord Megatron. Oh, wait, that's right. You haven't been a leader since your disgraceful defeat by the Autobots. It's a shame that I can't fight you as such. I would have loved to see the heads roll when everyone watched their leader be defeated by me."

Rockrider smiled, "You are washed up, old mech, out of your prime."

"That's funny you should say that, Rockrider. You're nearly as old as am I. Quite hypocritical to say such a thing." Arcee appeared from behind him much to the bronze femme's horror. "But we all know that's your favorite type of personality."

Horror switched to annoyance as Rockrider stood up. "You stupid, little Autobot! It was all going so perfectly until your friends showed up because they were inspired by YOU! What makes you so special?! You should have died on that isle! No one could find the Allspark and no one else returned so why you?!"

Arcee shrugged smugly, "I'm a hard bot to kill. Megatron can vouch for that."

Grimlock snarled and took a step forward, but Rockrider held up a servo. "Well then, let's see if they can do what the isle apparently can't."

When she suddenly pointed upwards, all three bots grew concerned. Among the scaffolding of Darkmount's peak, almost a hundred soldiers sat staring down at them.

"Of course, she would," Megatron muttered. Then he grew louder addressing the two traitors, "I take it you're so scared of facing us alone which is why you would resort to using soldiers to do your job for you."

Rockrider was about to shout at them, but Wrathzone held up his servo to silence her, still staring down Megatron. He then spoke in a deadly but calm demeanor. "Is that what you think? Okay. How about this? You and I, battle to the death gladiator style as it should have been all those years ago. Just you and me alone. And we will settle who is truly Kaon's champion from the fight you robbed me of when you got me kicked out."

Arcee touched Megatron's arm, and he looked at her. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

He then glared back at Wrathzone. "One more battle I intend to win. And I'm going to make it hurt."

Rockrider, however, didn't care for what they considered honorable and pointed at Arcee. "Kill her!"

The soldiers above started jumping down one by one, and Megatron grew hostile but before he could intervene, Wrathzone ran at him and sent a swift kick to his backside making him stumble. The ex-Decepticon leader growled at him and he opened his arms in mockery.

"Just you and I, remember?"

Arcee and Grimlock took a stance against the oncoming soldiers but suddenly, a burst of flame above sent many bots to fall off past the safety of the open edge down Darkmount's side to their deaths. Some were burned to a crisp beforehand and their smoldering remains fell in a streak of orange. Both bots looked up as the soldiers became weary and saw their saviors.

Predaking in his dragon-like beast mode roared and shot another fireball into the upper section of the tower as he circled about. On his back, The Matriarch was having a blast and Shockwave clung to her with his servo around her waist. He moved his cannon to fire upon the soldiers as well as The Matrirach navigated. Some blasts hit the support pillars of Darkmount's peak, and the metal groaned but was otherwise still perfectly stable.

Grimlock then transformed into his beast mode and lowered himself to Arcee. "Care for a ride, your Majesty?"

Arcee smirked and hopped on as Grimlock raised up. Megatron found the sight of Arcee riding a Tyrannosaurus that could spew fire quite epic and laughed as the soldiers looked as if their sparks just stopped beating in their chests. As Arcee pulled out her gatling gun, she gave a slasher smile to their terror. Chasing them around, that left Megatron alone with Wrathzone.

"I should have fought you that day you made a name for yourself. You would have died a nobody as you always had been in those mines," Wrathzone snarled.

That got under Megatron's plating and he gave an animalistic growl. Then he sprinted at Wrathzone as the latter came at him too. The first rule of gladiatorial combat was no long-range weapons like blasters, and they seemed to have agreed subconsciously to follow the rules when their fists collided.

Upon their fists cancelling each other out, Megatron swung his body around to deliver a kick that sent Wrathzone back as revenge for the earlier stunt the faded gold mech pulled. But he frowned when Wrathzone made a battle cry and tackled him. They rolled until Wrathzone got the upper hand and slammed him on his back. A searing pain erupted in Megatron's shoulder, damaged by Kor on the isle, when the other's claws gripped over the patched metal. It was only meant to be a temporary fix until they got to Cybertron. He had forgotten about it in his pursuit. His servo quickly went to the wrist holding those claws.

Wrathzone sneered, "I expected more of a fight, Megatron. What's the matter? Scared?"

Noting the increasing pressure, Megatron made a quick assumption that Wrathzone's legs weren't as stabilized and used his lower body to lift the mech over his head to toss him off. It worked and Wrathzone slid on the platform before snarling back. They both stood up fast with Wrathzone making a grunt of anger. Megatron merely focused on the latter's weak points as he had been trained to do all those years in the Pits. When they lunged at each other again, Megatron learned from the previous charge and instead went to tackle him low. Wrathzone was slammed backwards, hitting his head and spine hard. Megatron took advantage of the stun and grabbed the mech's legs before swinging him right at Rockrider and his throne.

Watching the bronze femme duck out of the way and seeing his old chair crumble made him frown but it could always be rebuilt compared to the pettier nuisances like Wrathzone himself whom he couldn't let his guard down around. When Wrathzone got up and sprinted at him, he prepared for everything the mech had.

On the other side of the platform, Grimlock was toasting the remaining soldiers left and right as Arcee stayed upon his back occasionally shooting any that came from behind in Grimlock's blind spots. Riding a Dinobot certainly held the same child-like wonder as The Matriarch exclaimed. Upon seeing Predaking finally land alongside Grimlock with his own fire-breath torching some of the dwindling remains of Rockrider's forces, Arcee exchanged thumbs up with The Matriarch as the latter got off laughing. Shockwave jumped down and seemed stiff like he wasn't a fan of being in the air. Arcee could understand his discomfort easily.

Suddenly, Arcee was knocked off Grimlock by a grappling hook and almost fell off the edge. Unfortunately, her gatling gun fell off and was not visible by the time she peered down Darkmount's tall exterior to see where it landed. She clawed at the edge to keep herself from falling off as Grimlock snarled at the owner of such a tool. But before any of them could argue, Rockrider pressed a button on a control panel attached to one of the pillars and the floor below Predaking, Grimlock, and the other two bots gave out. They fell with multiple yells, The Matriarch's voice the most prominent cussing Rockrider out as the platform went back up to seal them in the lower floor.

Arcee finally managed to crawl back to the stable floor and stared down Rockrider as the latter mused, "Well, Queenie, I will take great joy taking you down a notch!"

It sucked she didn't have any Rozarian blood grenades left. Oh, how she would love to blow Rockrider up to kingdom come. But then she remembered the grenades' biggest weakness: heat. That led her to look around and realize Darkmount also had a smelting pit in its central structure. She hated the idea of running away from a fight but maybe to use it to trick Rockrider into following her down to the pit, she could use it to her advantage.

Just then, Rockrider shot out her grappling hook again but this time, Arcee brought out her arm blade last second and severed the line before it reached her. The rope slid back to Rockrider and she stared at her grappling launcher on her arm in dismay.

"Clever."

"Surrender, Rockrider! We can do this the easy way or the hard way."

Rockrider smirked, "I'd love to do this the hard way. What was it like on that isle, Arcee? Was your journey exhausting? How much do you have left in you after that because you seem tired; it's almost sad really. You seem slower, uncoordinated, and downright desperate."

"You try versing a bunch of creatures that want to kill you simply for existing. Also, I met the Cloaker, wasn't impressed," she scoffed.

"You liked my gift? Aw, how sweet. Borrowed it from Alpha Trion after his passing when he and Shockwave made a deal to store them away after several failures with their technology. Now, if you would be so kind, just jump off that ledge and leave Cybertron in more capable hands. They don't need a leader who cannot keep up with battles. They don't need an outmode."

Arcee replied, "And yet, I survived everything the Allspark threw at me."

Rockrider growled and brought out a sword matching her color scheme. "You want to talk, tell it to this! I've been saving this for a rainy day, and I'm about to rain on your parade, Queenie."

Arcee's mind shifted back to the smelting pit, and she immediately smirked, "You want me? Come and get me!"

Watching Arcee run was not expected but it infuriated Rockrider to the point of making an unnatural growl and pursuing her. Running down the steps to the lower floor, she navigated as quickly as she could to find the fleeing queen.

Meanwhile up top, Megatron pushed Wrathzone away and sent a fist into his abdomen, but the latter elbowed him in the face in response before clutching both servos together and using them to hit beneath Megatron's chin. The warlord went backwards and bounced once before landing on his front.

Wrathzone laughed, "You still got it. Impressive! I feared this was going to be too easy."

When Megatron attempted to get back up, Wrathzone punched down onto the silver mech's helm pinning him like he did Windblade. Megatron went still and the other mech kneeled beside him with a hiss, his damaged optic from Windblade's sword cackling with sparks but it fazed him none.

"I want you to know that after this, I'm going to pay the queen a visit. I saw that little gesture of hers to you. You care for her, don't you? I will relish killing her and I will let her know among her dying breath that you wanted to be there for her. Don't worry, you'll be together soon again. I promise you that, gladiator to gladiator...but maybe, I just might enjoy some time with Arcee myself beforehand. After all, victors like us always got something in payment at the end of a fight back then. And I can think of no other trophy better suited for me than taking your love for her," he grinned. "And who knows, I might just fall in love with her too. Do you think she'll dance for me?"

Megatron muttered something before Wrathzone could get up and the faded gold mech frowned. Leaning to hear what was being said, he expected Megatron to be talking of surrender. Abruptly, Megatron's helm shot up and clocked his chin, making his head brutally snap back. He fell over clutching his lower jaw and spit out some Energon from something that ruptured internally he couldn't place among his agony.

Then, his shoulder was grabbed roughly, and fist went straight into his faceplates, making him collapse awkwardly among the floor. More Energon was flowing, and he turned to look at Megatron whose nasal vents and the seam between the right side of his face and helm were bleeding but matched with a fanged snarl, he looked like a silver beast among a dark backdrop.

Wrathzone expected Megatron to talk down to him, boast or give his infamous speech of power, as the silver mech was known to do. Megatron did none of that and remained silent as he forced the faded gold mech up to his feet. Wrathzone had trouble countering the faster moves in Megatron's arsenal of techniques. An uppercut, then an abdomen hit, and a punch at the faceplates again didn't allow time for him to defend himself.

He got in one hit, but Megatron grabbed the second and with a roar, he twisted his arm almost snapping it in his fury. Wrathzone cried out at the sudden flux of mixed signals his neuro-net was receiving, his processor unsure of whether it was painful or numb. Then the armor of his collar structure was grabbed and a hard hit into the nose plating sent Energon flying out with a nasty crunching sound.

Megatron beat Wrathzone over and over, keeping a servo latched onto the nook above his chest plating so he wouldn't fall. But he did stumble yet Megatron refused to stop until he was nearly unconscious even when he tried to grip the warlord's arm in an attempt to try and turn the tables. It earned him another punch and he almost collapsed, his faceplates bloody and jaw misaligned.

They were nearly on the edge of the platform that overlooked Kaon at its fullest. The city lights gleaming while Darkmount remained in shadow like a corrupted mountain. Wrathzone moved back a little and his pede touched the very edge, but he was so vacant from the loss of Energon that he hardly noticed.

Megatron, on the other hand, still held him but even through the blood he had of his own, he refused to let his injuries get the best of him. He could laugh at how pathetic Wrathzone was. The problem with the mech was that he had ultimate strength, but he had never been beaten before which meant he wasn't accustomed to the feeling of near unconsciousness enough to tolerate the pain and resist the processor's cry for stasis. Megatron was so familiar with it, it was second nature for him to ignore the warnings popping up of blood loss and maximum damage. He could stay conscious until he died. It was just another battle to him.

Experimentally, he tipped the mech slightly over the edge to where Wrathzone was leaning and if he let go, his opponent would surely fall. He examined the swaying mech with a small sense of pity.

"I want you to know something, Wrathzone. Despite what you did in the Pits, how you just spoke about Arcee, you were still an admirable fighter, and I forgive you."

Wrathzone looked directly at him still stunned but slowly regaining his senses. He spoke and spit blood in between some syllables, "You...are still weak."

Megatron kept his grip but shook his head. "No, the weak are those who lack purpose and seek out to bully and berate all they see as less than themselves. I once thought of the human race as weak beings. Turns out, they are a lot more stubborn than I thought. I was the weak one because despite all my power and size, I still lost to them. You can't crush spirit."

"Taken a lesson from the Prime, have you?" Wrathzone mumbled, "You truly are pathetic."

Instead of snapping at him like he would have years before, Megatron finally just ignored the words and simply peered behind the faded gold mech to the edge he was currently held over by Megatron's arm length grip. Then Megatron looked back up to Wrathzone with a neutral expression.

"Not pathetic. I just learned my lesson a bit late. Can't help you though."

Wrathzone felt his grip loosening slightly and it took him a second to realize he was tipping slowly back. When he peered behind him and saw the eight hundred plus meter distance between the platform and the base of Darkmount, assuming he were to hit the bridge and not fall into the deeper chasm below, a sudden flash of startlement began to flood his systems. With system stasis threatening to shut him down, that eliminated his ability to transform to save himself or slid down the exterior. He was screwed.

"What are you doing? Aren't you going to offline me like a warrior?!"

"Why? You are no warrior to me," Megatron stated in a stale tone.

Wrathzone's processor caught up upon hearing those words and remembering what predicament he was in, and he scrambled to grip Megatron's arm almost choking on the Energon pouring from cracks in his faceplates down into his mouth. Megatron suddenly pulled him close, and he didn't know how to react when he looked into the dreaded deathly red of the warlord's optics. He was, for once, unable to move, frozen under the gladiator's gaze.

Megatron tilted his head with no smirk or scowl, but a mere unfeeling glare. "What's the matter? Scared? Good.I want you to remember one thing when you die: I am Megatron."

Wrathzone's optics went wide as Megatron's hold on his collar armor released and pushed him simultaneously. Megatron glared at him as he fell screaming. His systems failed to respond to the frantic signal to transform and he plummeted down Darkmount's side until he vanished past the Combiners and the bridge into the chasm.

Megatron watched without a word and certainly no dark laughter he was famed for doing. He would have gladly struck the mech down but to him, Wrathzone was not worthy of a death as that. Wrathzone was nothing but a fallen warrior. Disgraceful. He had no sense of pride with this kill and that spoke many words in his mind.

AN: When I wrote this part, I actually wrote ahead of some of the previous chapters mainly because I had this excellent idea of Megatron just going berserk and didn't want to lose it. Basically, he's so tired and fed up that his fighting style no longer has gloating. Now why did I drop Wrathzone instead of impaling or beheading him like I originally planned, I figured the best insult to a gladiator is to given them a pitiful death and what better way than falling more than 800 meters where you can contemplate your errors all the way down like a bitch?