Megatron - Bavers

The sky was filled with smoke. The city was plunged into chaos: skyscrapers were burning, roads were torn apart by blaster fire and Decepticon treads. The air trembled with the roar of engines and the clang of metal.

"Autobots, hold on!" Optimus's voice boomed over the radio. His blade flashed in the firelight as he smashed another enemy aside.

You stood next to Bumblebee and Ironhide. Your shoulders were bruised from the blows, but your weapons were in your hands. Your spark was beating loudly in your chest. A whole wave of Decepticons lay before you.

"Come on, baby, show me what you've got." Ironhide barked and you rushed forward.

You jumped to the side, dodging the volley, and in mid-air, slammed your blade into the arm of one of the Decepticons, dislocating the joint. There was a screech of metal, and the enemy collapsed, just as you spun around and slammed the cannon into another, knocking him off his feet.

An explosion from the left knocked Bumblebee back. He screamed into his communicator, but was already getting up. Optimus engaged three enemies at once. And then the ground shook.

Megatron's appearance was like a clap of thunder, a shadow covering the battlefield. He crashed into the Autobot line like a storm, scattering everything around him. With a single blow, he knocked Ratchet off his feet and sent him flying. His claws scraped against the concrete, his red eyes blazing.

You rushed forward, clutching the cannon. The explosion occurred—it crashed into Megatron's side, painting his hull in flames.

He turned his head slowly. And… he stopped. His gaze lingered on you. Not on Prime, not on the massive Ironhide—on you. His gaze was predatory, searching. His body trembled with rage, but there was a strange interest in it.

"Interesting…" His voice was quiet, almost with pleasure.

This little fembot fights like he believes he can beat me. He took a step forward. The ground shook, your body vibrated. And again, his gaze met yours—too close, too intent.

Megatron intercepted you as you attempted to attack one of his soldiers. One of his arms pinned you to the ground, holding you there effortlessly.