Sideswipe talks a big talk. He swings his little sword around like he's some kind of war hero. Like someone who knows what he's doing. Like he's been in fights and scrapes and personally carved up half a dozen opponents.
But he's never... really needed to. Not like that. Hacked and slashed at the Decepticons on Earth, sure. But their armor shrugged it off, more or less.
He just sort of stares down at the weapon, going still and practically gaping at it.
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Oh no.
Sideswipe talks a big talk. He swings his little sword around like he's some kind of war hero. Like someone who knows what he's doing. Like he's been in fights and scrapes and personally carved up half a dozen opponents.
But he's never... really needed to. Not like that. Hacked and slashed at the Decepticons on Earth, sure. But their armor shrugged it off, more or less.
He just sort of stares down at the weapon, going still and practically gaping at it.