*CLANG* UNICRON-!
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What is… Rrrgh. My innermost energon is not something to be extracted regularly, nor simply because you ask!
*The blast singes one of his stabilizers, forcing the warlord to lower his altitude. Instead, he flies straight towards Unicron’s helm, transforming in mid-air, optics blazing purple with the poison in his veins. The leg that formed the injured part of his stabilizer leaves a trail of smoke behind him as he hurtles forward for a punch aimed directly for the Chaosbringer’s faceplates.*
*He takes the punch, feelinig two fangs knock loose. he huffs, then wraps an arm around megatron’s waist.* Got you.
*Megatron grins wickedly as the blow lands, only to find himself restrained at the waist. The proximity to Unicron’s spark makes his own pound and whirl in a way that forces him to bite back a strangled cry. His optics glowed even brighter, and the warlord gained enough of his faculties to charge his cannon and hold it to the helm of the offending god.*
Do not even think about it…you will pay in ways you cannot imagine.
Megatron snarled, words impossible. His arm shook as energy shot through his pain sensors, and the warlord uses his opposite servo to cling to Unicron’s shoulder to stabilize himself. The look on his face is crazed, twisted into a grimace, unable to properly access his firing protocols.*
Megatron's back up 