The crowd shouted and screamed.They were shouting and screaming for more,more destruction,decapitation and death.
I turned to look at the crowd fellow Transformers of varying height,shapes and appearance.
Their moths and eyes wide with anticipation and excitement.
But...not just that......fear.
Fear,yes,fear.
Fear as well.They feared me as well. I looked deep into their optics I could tell,I could smell it.
Weak fools all are so eager to see me kill another one who think themselves good enough to best me in combat but none would ever dare come and stand down here in front of me with their weapons raised and let alone unarmed.
I looked down at the weakling I had just bested or his main torso at least.
"P please d don't k..kill me I b..beg for.....mercy" He pleaded.Nitro fluid leaked from the punctures I had made in his body and he coughed it up from his mouth.
I lent in close to him,he was blue with a gold face. His limbs and bits of his body littered the arena.His stench of weakness was strong.
"Mercy is for the weak,it applies to bots like you,I am beyond the pitiful concepts of mercy".
He screamed out.
"Consider it an honor to die by my hand,it is a great privilege,especially when you are such a pitiful creature".
I placed my hand into a fist and directed it at his chest panel.You can usually tell what kind of person one is in their last moments of their life,weather they are a coward or not,if they fear termination or not.In this case he was coward his eyes pleaded for mercy,they cried out for me to spare his miserable existence.
I brought my fist down into and through his chest panel.I could feel the warmth of his spark I burst through his spark chamber.
As I plunged it from his chamber his mouth hung open and his eyes went from a glowing yellow to a lifeless black,smoke poured from his mouth.
As I pulled the spark from his shell.I held it up and turned to the crowd.
The crowd roared and cheered.
I turned to see Shockwave standing there.
"Would you like me to place that spark in your trophy room?" He asked in his usual tone.
I replied with a no,a spark of such a weakling does not deserve pride and place amongst my other trophies.
I held the spark up and crushed it in my hands.As I turned and left the arena.
Disclaimer Transformers and all other characters and terms associated with them belong to the rightful owners
This takes place before the war between the Autobots and Decepticons And its also my own story and doesn't take place in any already established continuities.If you have any questions please ask and tell me what you think.
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