My Lord, MY LORD MY LORD! ( Bee has his little scimitar at the ready. ) ???

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

mightymegatron:

Megatron breaks into a wide grin. Oh, this will be fun. He unsheaths his own sword, rather than reaching for a hand-held one. Time to test Bee’s abilities on his own level.

“I hope you won’t underestimate me in my shrunken state, Bumblebee. I won’t hold back.”

The tire screeches against his plating, catching him by surprise as much as the force behind it. Megatron has to break contact first, diving to the side and tumbling back to his feet. By the Pit he was light now. Unused to the lightened weight of his own frame, Megatron overcorrects and wobbles for a moment before stabilizing and standing tall.

“Good hit… Do it again!” The warlord steps closer, arcing his sword over his helm in a downward strike.

Hell no! 

(He braces his sword’s blade in his other hand, glad it’s mostly dull, and blocks Megatron’s downward blow with the flat side.) Now you’re expecting it! 

(His mind races. What is the one thing he can do that Megatron wouldn’t have a plan for? Considering he’s gladiator, and Bee’s just a little car- that’s it!)

(Bee drops his sword, ducking out from under it and into Megatron’s personal space. One advance for another! He can just manage to kick it out from Megatron’s reach with the back of his foot. His stinger deploys in his off hand, and even on low power it can deliver one hell of a tickle! He presses it into Megatron’s side.) 

His blade meets Bumblebee’s- and then it doesn’t. Before Megatron can process that his sparring partner has simply dropped his weapon, the sensors in the entire left side of his chassis light up with electricity, his plating bristles, his cannon whirs to life and he aims it at the source of the sudden shock…

Bumblebee, trusted. Stingers, non-lethal. Spar, friendly. All of these things fall into place and Megatron’s optics dim from their overbright and comically surprised expression. His manic grins falls, weapon arm lowering. “Ah… It would seem that you’ve won, Bumblebee.”

My Lord, MY LORD MY LORD! ( Bee has his little scimitar at the ready. ) ???

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

mightymegatron:

Megatron breaks into a wide grin. Oh, this will be fun. He unsheaths his own sword, rather than reaching for a hand-held one. Time to test Bee’s abilities on his own level.

“I hope you won’t underestimate me in my shrunken state, Bumblebee. I won’t hold back.”

Two-handed has always been Megatron’s preferred method, but it had been ages since he’d been able to go all out against someone in his own size class.”Your whole frame is a weapon in battle, your arms, your pedes-”

He meets Bee’s blow with his own sword, pressing back against it to lock the two of them in place, stepping forward into his opponent’s space  to either force him back or trip him up. Bee was light on his pedes, perhaps he could surprise him…

(Even small, Megatron’s heavier than Bee. Even with the push of his tires, it’s not enough to get the warlord to budge. His sword locks but Bee’s feet keep moving, and a little twitch thinking has him shoving his still-speeding tire into Megatron’s gut.)

The tire screeches against his plating, catching him by surprise as much as the force behind it. Megatron has to break contact first, diving to the side and tumbling back to his feet. By the Pit he was light now. Unused to the lightened weight of his own frame, Megatron overcorrects and wobbles for a moment before stabilizing and standing tall.

“Good hit… Do it again!” The warlord steps closer, arcing his sword over his helm in a downward strike.

My Lord, MY LORD MY LORD! ( Bee has his little scimitar at the ready. ) ???

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

Megatron breaks into a wide grin. Oh, this will be fun. He unsheaths his own sword, rather than reaching for a hand-held one. Time to test Bee’s abilities on his own level.

“I hope you won’t underestimate me in my shrunken state, Bumblebee. I won’t hold back.”

(Bee sets his stance. His grin’s big and toothy to match, and his engine kicks up a gear in anticipation.) Teach me, master! 

(Bee lunges straight in, aiming for the belly and holding his free hand back and up!) 

Megatron brings his sword arm in front of him, knocking the blade to one side and twisting in the other direction. Grabbing hold of a shoulder wheel, he uses Bee’s forward momentum against him, with the intent of knocking him off-balance. Megatron takes a step back, grinning and waiting for the recovery.

“You’re telegraphing again! You may as well shout the name of your attack to me first.”

WUH-

(Bee goes over, rolling onto his back and kipping back onto his feet. OH, going full contact, are we?!)

(His wheels squeal against the floor as Bee rushes back into Megatron’s sword range. He makes a broad swinging arc towards Megatron’s sword arm, other hand still behind him to keep his balance. He’ll bring it in and grab if he needs it, but in his mind, Megatron will either block with his sword or grapple with his free one. If he can trip him up just a second to give him an opening-!)

Two-handed has always been Megatron’s preferred method, but it had been ages since he’d been able to go all out against someone in his own size class.”Your whole frame is a weapon in battle, your arms, your pedes-”

He meets Bee’s blow with his own sword, pressing back against it to lock the two of them in place, stepping forward into his opponent’s space  to either force him back or trip him up. Bee was light on his pedes, perhaps he could surprise him…

My Lord, MY LORD MY LORD! ( Bee has his little scimitar at the ready. ) ???

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

Megatron breaks into a wide grin. Oh, this will be fun. He unsheaths his own sword, rather than reaching for a hand-held one. Time to test Bee’s abilities on his own level.

“I hope you won’t underestimate me in my shrunken state, Bumblebee. I won’t hold back.”

(Bee sets his stance. His grin’s big and toothy to match, and his engine kicks up a gear in anticipation.) Teach me, master! 

(Bee lunges straight in, aiming for the belly and holding his free hand back and up!) 

Megatron brings his sword arm in front of him, knocking the blade to one side and twisting in the other direction. Grabbing hold of a shoulder wheel, he uses Bee’s forward momentum against him, with the intent of knocking him off-balance. Megatron takes a step back, grinning and waiting for the recovery.

“You’re telegraphing again! You may as well shout the name of your attack to me first.”

aliquamprimus:

mightymegatron

::Always so suspicious, aren’t you, Optimus?:: He had every right to be, of course. Whatever Megatron was currently hunting the Prime down was likely as relentless as he had been, and if this one was uncontacted, he may not have any idea that there was a difference between them. But wasn’t that half the fun?
::Don’t worry, your base and your team remains hidden at the moment. This channel is private, merely for the two of us to converse, in a way that is impossible otherwise.::

Cyan optics narrowed harshly at the glyphs as they arrived to his HUD, and he bit back a verbal remark. Anyone could walk past him at any moment; They didn’t need to know why he was frowning at code.

:: What do you mean ‘impossible otherwise’? ::

Revealing the existence of the multiverse had always been met with immediate suspicion, and Megatron had yet to gain the trust of any version of Optimus, no matter his intentions. With good reason, he supposed. How did those other blue-optic alternates of his ever manage it?

Perhaps a different approach, letting the other come to the conclusion on his own that the Megatron he spoke to was not the one with whom he was currently at war? This was dangerous territory on its own, too. If this one began to feel at any sort of peace with him, he was then in danger of walking into his own Megatron’s traps. …An experiment, then.

::I mean only that, Optimus. Tell me, what do you remember of our last meeting?::

Huh, looks like you’re not too big after all.

radioactivibee:

mightymegatron:

Did I ask for your input on this matter

No, but it definitely makes you more approachable for me. I’m used to being one of the shortest mechs in our universe so this is great.

I do not go out of my way to seem “approachable.” My appearance is functional, and I change it as is necessary. This is a change that has been made against my will, and does nothing but makes everything more inconvenient and makes me even more irritable than usual.

But please, if I seem approachable now, do continue.