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[aminerproblem]

Who: Megatron & Sentinel
Where: The City
When: Two weeks or sth
What: robot cockfight
Warnings: robot pissbabies whacking each other with steel bars, etc. (also, robogore)

 The dark gray energon hauler seemed oddly well placed in the destroyed scenery, looking as unkempt as the architecture around it. Megatron shifts back into his bipedal mode after spotting a damaged terminal. Hands gripping the panel at its base, it's easily pried loose, revealing the machinery inside. He looked into the tangle of electronics, remembering what pieces he was instructed to pull free of the frame.

After two weeks, the city was found to be rather decrepit of people, but had plenty of supplies to get a basic working settlement going. Hand buried well into cabling and panels, he flicks on his own guiding lights to grab the right part and begin to unplug it out of place. 

Just a dull, average day of scavenging. What could possibly go wrong?

 

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[staygoldponybot]

The punch connects, with a loud crack and spatter of energon from his robot zygomatic splintering and jaw denting.

Delightful.

Because of the force of it, Sentinel is dazed, knocked to one side and clearly unsteady on his feet afterwards. He can see the wrist guns work, though, and continues firing off more rounds at point blank range, albeit them being less aimed than before due to the pain in his face and slight concussion.

[aminerproblem]

More armor is singed off, albeit less effectively due to the wild shots. Energon begins to bleed from a few well-placed shots into already damaged areas, bursting from their lines and seeping out of the black plating.

It unfortunately wasn't enough to stave off his eager shanking of Sentinel's knee, which involved the sharp piece of rebar in his other hand being plunged into Prime's joint.

[staygoldponybot]

That gets another roar of pain as he goes down on his knee. Fuck. That wasn't the best thing to do.

With one hand, he fires more at Megatron's midriff while using the other to pull the rebar out of his joint, another poor choice as pieces of metal and a shitton of energon comes out with it.

[aminerproblem]

The shots wrench a sharp snarl out of Megatron, who gives Sentinel a swift kick to the gut now that he was on his knees. Energon was beginning to seep from the plates of his torso, but he didn't seem to mind it.

A familiar rage begins to build in his spark as he reaches forward to clamp a hand around the Prime's wrist, bending and twisting the metal of his forearm to put the gun out of commission - but more importantly to get him to drop the rebar and stop firing, or be subject to more pain.

[staygoldponybot]

It honestly annoys Sentinel how easily his forearm breaks in Megatron's grip. Like it's made out of cardboard - he'd thought it would've lasted longer. Evidently not.

Stubborn as ever, Sentinel refuses to admit to himself he's losing badly. He braces off his feet and pushes himself forward into Megatron, hoping to knock him onto his ass. The broken joint in his knee twists and shrieks with the added strain.

Double delightful.

[aminerproblem]

Megatron wasn't planning on spending his day being shoved ass-first into debris, but that's what he ends up doing as Sentinel takes him by surprise by still using his damaged knee.

The rebar is dropped somewhere out of reach, and he clutches Sentinel's helm in an attempt to stave him off while he figures out how to get out from under a lot of gold douchebag.

[staygoldponybot]

Proteus may tell Sentinel to shed some of his heavier upgrades, but Sentinel puts them to good use, using his good knee to put a LOT of weight on Megatron's gut. Unfortunately, he realises that he can't get through the chest plate to his spark in his current state, but still elects to try and do as much damage as possible.

He goes for the head as well, using both hands (despite one of them being broken to hell) and pushes on Megatron's helmet, trying to get a good grip to break his neck.

[aminerproblem]

Megatron feels his helm get pressed into the ground as Sentinel effectively pins him, denting his abdominal plating with his weight.

A mix of terror and anger crashes through his system, entirely uncertain of how to break out of this. He glares back through the makeshift fingers, his own hands beginning to easily begin to bury into the armor of his helm as his grip tightens.

[staygoldponybot]

Sentinel pushes harder, oh yes. Only... instead of Megatron's head cracking, the helmet comes loose and after some more pressure, pops off.

He didn't expect that. The massive Prime's optics widen as his shock plasters itself all over his face.

[aminerproblem]

The helmet slips off to reveal the more vulnerable panels protecting his brain module.

At the look of shock, Megatron sees his opening and takes it. With the pressure abating on his midsection, he lets go of the Prime's head and shoves him off and to the side, making sure Sentinel's face gets another gift via an elbow to the head before struggling to get back up again.

He takes a second to spot what he'd been looking for to begin with, and makes some space in between them.

[staygoldponybot]

He is shoved off, as Megatron wanted and along with the elbow to the face doesn't really manage to do much.

Evidently, the damage is starting to take it's toll. Strong as he is, Sentinel isn't a .1%er and can't take as much as Megatron can. Luckily enough, Megatron isn't underneath him when he hacks up a load of energon and a few bits of metal. Pity, really, Sentinel thinks. It's disgusting, but it could have temporarily blinded him.

Despite the space giving him ample opportunity to strike back, he can't.

[aminerproblem]

Megatron sees him trying to struggle to recover, and a part of him considers leaving Sentinel as is.

A hateful churning in his spark convinces him otherwise, and he steps back to transform. Engine snarling, he picks up speed and rams into the Prime from the front - intending to knock him on his back.

[staygoldponybot]

Over he goes, like a giant golden turtle. A weak attempt is made to shoot Megatron again, but the power in his cannons and wrist gun both putter out and let of a burst of smoke before they can be discharged.

You know, just in case Megatron doubted Sentinel wasn't still attempting to murder him.

[aminerproblem]

He has no doubt that Sentinel would slaughter him at the earliest chance.

Which is why the treads accelerate over the golden armor, teeth digging and mincing over the metal as they went faster. With a shriek of metal and shower of sparks, it isn't long before they began to eat down to the less sturdy structure underneath.

[staygoldponybot]

He barely manages to realise Megatron's still in his alt mode and what's happening before there's a shitload of energon and several organs no longer in his body that should by all accounts still be in his body while everything around his starts fading into static.

This

did not go as planned.

Hmm.

[aminerproblem]

He shifts back to his bipedal mode as Sentinel's torso becomes a mess of mangled metal and energon, a lot of which was splattered all over his treads and lower armor.

There's a silent moment as the energon continues to ooze out of the Prime's body, as if Megatron were debating something. Scraped mouth pressed into a thin line, he reaches down and grabs the helmet, slipping it back onto his head.

"Stay awake. I'm not going to kill you."

He lowers to one knee, looking at the mess of machinery.

"But as you've taken so much from the Cybertronians you were meant to serve, it is only right that now I return the favor."

[staygoldponybot]

He just about manages to stay conscious, albeit Megatron seems very distant and muffled. It's hard to concentrate on anything other than the horrible, metallic tasting energon caught in his throat and mouth.

If Megatron wanted a reaction, he won't get one beyond more bleeding.

[aminerproblem]

His lack of a reaction was unsettling, even if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Half of his insides were outside, even if his spark chamber was largely untouched, of course he'd be unable to speak. Still, without Sentinel's voice to antagonize him, all he could see was a dying Cybertronian.

Fully realizing the extent to the damage he's inflicted, he's actually hesitant to continue. He finds his hands frozen, and his mind stuck on Croteus 12.

Venting heavy, he steels himself and reaches for Sentinel's tcog, careful not to touch anything else. Pulling it out of the pool of energon, the cables connected to it are easily slipped free, and he keeps the organ in his hand.

He stumbles away from Sentinel, and leans against a wall, suddenly rather hyper aware of the energon coating his treads and armor.

He attempts to reach the medical clinic with his less-than-ideal comm, hailing both Ratchet and Red Alert with a simple message, sounding disturbed.

"Sentinel's dying."