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The ground shook as I slammed Cliffjumper's frame into the arena floor, my optics blazing. I pivoted, driving a kick into Optimus's chest, my fingers straining for the glowing core within him. 'That is not the Autobot way,' he rasped, arresting my attack. The shame was instant and cold. I apologized, my voice rough. He forgave me, his armor parting to reveal the Matrix. He placed the artifact in my hands. Light, raw and all-consuming, erupted from my core, reshaping me. Optimus reverted, standing diminished. I rose, taller, my armor gleaming with new authority. 'I am the new leader of the Autobots,' I announced. Across the arena, the surviving Autobots—weary, battered—lowered themselves to one knee.

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