Hm.

It would seem my chosen has attempted to contain war itself within this jail… Ha ha! Such daring! Foolish, but fire all the same.

With a flash of white light from his chest, the god’s form dissipates, reappearing in the barracks at a small alter constructed in his name. Several vehicons stumble back in awe, some drawing their weapons in surprise, others dropping to their knees. It stokes Bellator’s flame. “M-my Lord, you’re…”

Rise, soldiers. Your fight is valiant, your offerings many. My blade drinks deep from you. Your gladiator resides within me, and he shall be returned upon my departure from this realm. But now!

His sword is thrust into the air with a wild grin. 

Your victory is hard-won! Bellator has smiled upon you! His sword glows, and so do the visors and optics of all the vehicons in the room as his blessing takes hold. They cheer and praise his name, punching and wrestling each other playfully, finding hidden cubes of high-grade to break out. They’ve already celebrated taking back Cybertron, but the god’s presence just makes it feel so good to have been strong enough to be alive now. Bellator’s flame flares brightly as he’s offered fuel and the play-fighting intensifies as new victors are decided and celebrated.

Ah… Bask, warriors.