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.”
