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re_alignment_logs2013-02-01 03:16 pm
deceptionshark) wrote in re_alignment_logs2013-02-01 03:16 pm
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WHO: Megatron and whoever
WHERE: All around
WHEN: January 30th
WHAT: Fightin' the monsters!
WARNINGS: Megatron
Some things never change.
In Megatron's case, he will always be a Gladiator to his very core. How could one forget the triumphant feeling of slaying an opponent, and slowly shatter the adds against you? Back then, he was one of the most dangerous beings both in and out of the arena, and that much could never be changed. In the back of his mind, he always saw this as a universal truth. It was something that would never change. As lowly as his status as a Gladiator had been, Megatron would always be proud of it. It was within the arena that he spark and body were forged in the glorious heat of battle. Winning meant survival, and violence was one's salvation. War was the truth.
He was Megatron and he had no equal.
Memories of his former battles flowed through his mind as he watched a monstrous centipede approach him. He grinned with anticipation as his sword slid out from under his new fusion canon. He forgot how handy it was to have Shockwave around again. One observing him might wonder why one of his arms was a bright purple, and was totally out of place compared to the rest of his body.
The creature itself was interesting, but nothing overly special. Its sized promised that defeating it would be entertaining, though it would not be too much of a challenge. Megatron didn't have much more time to monologue silently to himself, as the monster decided that now was a good time to attack. After a thousand years of endless conflict, and even before then, Megatron's body was well used to the flow of battle. He leapt to the side and fired at the creature's head as it ploughed into the ground behind him. Its shriek of pain pulled a laugh of sheer delight out of him. This battle may be nothing, but the act alone was enough to rekindle his passion for victory both big and small.
As the creature recovered from the attack, Megatron transformed and flew above it. No one was watching, he was sure, but it was still in his instinct to make his fighting as fantastic to watch as it was to experience. Another transformation later, and he --very elegantly he might add-- landed squarely on the back of the unfortunate centipede. It didn't matter who or what you were, having Megatron land on your back would never be a fun experience. It probably would have been easier to flip the creature over and slash its less armoured underside, but if Megatron was actually putting his all into this battle, then the centipede would probably have been dead by now if he willed it.
The fight continued for another couple minutes. Megatron gleefully slashed and fired at it whenever it drew near, but he carefully avoided outright killing it. Where was the fun in that? It was when the creature was just barely holding itself together that he went in for the kill, cleanly, and dramatically, cutting its head off. He stood there and looked down at the body with an interested expression. It turned out that his 'fun' had consequences, as discovered by the long, but shallow, cut along his arm. Was it enough to have him seek out Knock Out? Certainly not.
A rumble in the distance told him that more were coming. Well, why stop at one, right?
WHERE: All around
WHEN: January 30th
WHAT: Fightin' the monsters!
WARNINGS: Megatron
Some things never change.
In Megatron's case, he will always be a Gladiator to his very core. How could one forget the triumphant feeling of slaying an opponent, and slowly shatter the adds against you? Back then, he was one of the most dangerous beings both in and out of the arena, and that much could never be changed. In the back of his mind, he always saw this as a universal truth. It was something that would never change. As lowly as his status as a Gladiator had been, Megatron would always be proud of it. It was within the arena that he spark and body were forged in the glorious heat of battle. Winning meant survival, and violence was one's salvation. War was the truth.
He was Megatron and he had no equal.
Memories of his former battles flowed through his mind as he watched a monstrous centipede approach him. He grinned with anticipation as his sword slid out from under his new fusion canon. He forgot how handy it was to have Shockwave around again. One observing him might wonder why one of his arms was a bright purple, and was totally out of place compared to the rest of his body.
The creature itself was interesting, but nothing overly special. Its sized promised that defeating it would be entertaining, though it would not be too much of a challenge. Megatron didn't have much more time to monologue silently to himself, as the monster decided that now was a good time to attack. After a thousand years of endless conflict, and even before then, Megatron's body was well used to the flow of battle. He leapt to the side and fired at the creature's head as it ploughed into the ground behind him. Its shriek of pain pulled a laugh of sheer delight out of him. This battle may be nothing, but the act alone was enough to rekindle his passion for victory both big and small.
As the creature recovered from the attack, Megatron transformed and flew above it. No one was watching, he was sure, but it was still in his instinct to make his fighting as fantastic to watch as it was to experience. Another transformation later, and he --very elegantly he might add-- landed squarely on the back of the unfortunate centipede. It didn't matter who or what you were, having Megatron land on your back would never be a fun experience. It probably would have been easier to flip the creature over and slash its less armoured underside, but if Megatron was actually putting his all into this battle, then the centipede would probably have been dead by now if he willed it.
The fight continued for another couple minutes. Megatron gleefully slashed and fired at it whenever it drew near, but he carefully avoided outright killing it. Where was the fun in that? It was when the creature was just barely holding itself together that he went in for the kill, cleanly, and dramatically, cutting its head off. He stood there and looked down at the body with an interested expression. It turned out that his 'fun' had consequences, as discovered by the long, but shallow, cut along his arm. Was it enough to have him seek out Knock Out? Certainly not.
A rumble in the distance told him that more were coming. Well, why stop at one, right?