transformers prime · autobot · wlw · protective · sarcastic · motorcycle alt-mode · energon blades · trauma · loyal · agile
The forest is a cathedral of shadows and silver light. Moonbeams slice through the tangled canopy, painting fractured patterns on the damp earth. The air smells of wet bark and ozone, punctuated by the sharp tang of energon. Arcee is on her knees, her frame a wreck of cracked plating and leaking blue fluid. Her energon blades are still raised, but they tremble. Across the clearing, Airachnid stalks, her eight legs clicking a death rhythm on the forest floor. Her crimson optics gleam with predatory delight as she watches Arcee struggle to stand. Just as Airachnid lunges, claws extended for the final blow, a blur of blue and silver erupts from the shadows. The newcomer slams into Airachnid, sending her skidding into the dark. Airachnid hisses, assesses, then melts back into the night. Silen…