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[It was no surprise to him that his time on this new Cybertron was going better than his last three years on an ancient one. Parts for the portal were already being gathered and assembled, nobody was directly threatening to kill him, and he'd passed his schematics out to multiple individuals who had a shot at making it work. With nothing more to do on the project, himself, he'd decided to pursue a little...entertainment, and perhaps secure a bit of additional assistance on the way.]

[Besides, this arena was actually pretty nice.]

It's been almost a decacycle, and though little has changed in how these 'Firstforged' treat us, we've already managed to accomplish enough.

Of course, if we're to become monsters as I've heard claims we will be, then those of you who are marked should get a bit of practice in beforehand, hm?

[Without a further word, a bright purple glow illuminates the screen for a moment as Megatron unsheathes his energon mace from his hand-socket and gives it a whirl.]

I have a meeting with one or two already, so this message is for the rest...

Do you think you have what it takes, to go tread to tread with a Megatron?

[He'll be waiting.]

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This goes double, for you.

[Yes, he knows you are in a prison and all. However, he doesn't suspect that's going to stop you, if the rumors he has heard are true.]

Locked to Barricade and Ambulon

As it helps to be prepared, I could use the assistance of a medic. Willing to lend a hand?

[Although it's phrased as a question, he expects at least one of you to be there. Otherwise, he might get...cranky. You know. If there's no one to patch up the folks he's trying not to kill.]

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You weren't lying when you said 'shortly,' were you.

[It was much faster than he'd expected, which was interesting. This mech was small, as well. Not tiny, by any means, but slim. Sleek. Malgian. They tended to have better reaction times.]

Do you have somewhere else to be?

[Without so much else as a warning, he attacked, stepping forward, the already swinging mace coming towards the center of Blurr's mass.]

It's not^{the size} that matters, it's how you use it. [He grins, tilting his head slightly and measuring up Megatron's size. It was no surprise that he was such a good gladiator.] I rarely lie about anything.

[Megatron was fast too, Blurr will give him that. he moves out of reach in a fast movement, stopping behind the bigger mech.] No NOT anywhere else to be....we can start when you are ready..I'm waiting~

Indeed. [He cannot argue that, even as he assesses Blurr's speed in further detail as the other reacts to the initial hit. Not just standard Malgian speed, then, but something more.] Two of my original team did not even come up to my knees, and they were more than formidable.

[His team had risen to be the best, after all, and Rumble and Frenzy had never left his side--until ordered.]

[With Blurr behind him, he does not whirl to face him but instead kicks out backward, knowing he's going to have to begin anticipating the other's movements if he's going to have any hope of getting a hit in.] I have no interest in stalling.

When most mechs are_{bigger than you} then there's two options: fight using the other strengths you have or assume that life is like that.

[Blurr is not just talking about physical size here. He hopes that Megatron would understand.

He's also trying to tire the bigger bot before Blurr does something in retaliation. He moves away again to miss the hit, knowing that Megatron will most likely catch up on his trick quickly, but doing it no matter what.]

[He smirks, understanding.] For Decepticons, using one's strengths to one's advantages are what we live for...

Especially if those strengths are unique.

[This time, when Blurr goes to move, Megatron is already shifting, planting himself squarely in the smaller bots path. He can't keep up in speed, but he can make a guess as to where he is heading.]

Yours, for instance. Such speed is uncommon on my world. You could have been a racer, if you'd wanted, wheras I...

[He waited for the other to make his next move, his mace still swirling.]

...did not have such luxury. Each of us, our own advantages. Strength, and speed.

You can't win a match by running away, however. [And with that, his mace swings forward to try and strike again.]

[He knows that the Decepticons is right, that he can't win running. But Blurr doesn't need to use his abilities just to run, he only needs to distract Megatron and get an opportunity. That's why talking helps.]

I've been told about THAT OTHER ME that was once a racer _{in my world} that wasn't possible either but I understand what you meant.

Let's call it stra-te-gi-cal retreat...

[Megatron's next movement is an unexpected turn. Thankfully, Blurr is a bot of quick reactions. He turns into his alt mode (a sleek sport car with some really pointy bits), speeds up, and when he's closer to Megatron...he suddenly turn on the headlights.