[Megatron sees stars Helex's huge fist collides onto his helm, denting and ripping the metal with his knuckles. He's dazed for a good few seconds before noticing one optic had fractured and streaks of energon were beginning to leak over his face.]
[He can't tell which was his or which was Helex's when the spit reaches him, and his resistance lessens for a brief moment as he tries to gain his bearings. His venting is hard and labored, and he can only remember to push back.]
[But there's one weak thought that crosses his mind as his vision comes to, and with a forceful grimace, he tries to roll the huge Decepticon off him, pushing him to the side where his arm is raised and off kilter.]
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[He can't tell which was his or which was Helex's when the spit reaches him, and his resistance lessens for a brief moment as he tries to gain his bearings. His venting is hard and labored, and he can only remember to push back.]
[But there's one weak thought that crosses his mind as his vision comes to, and with a forceful grimace, he tries to roll the huge Decepticon off him, pushing him to the side where his arm is raised and off kilter.]