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It started with the Oracle. At least that is what Optimus assumes. The bot had been dug up out of a stasis pod that Team Prime had found under a energon reserve. Optimus was sure it'd been under the earth for centuries. Though the bot hardly looked it. The bot had started babbling and spitting out words in Cybertronian that seemed to make no sense, as they were broken up and spilled into the next words like they had purpose but simply couldn't form right. Before spitting out something close to "the Traumstone lies in the south!" and promptly shutting off again.
Optimus had frowned and thought over the words. bothered by them. When the Oracle woke again he had questioned, The bot, Named Raid, Had explained it was a artifact not belonging to Cybertronians, but could no less be used by them.
And it seems that Megatron had also gotten the memo. How? Optimus didn't know, not when Raid had spent all his time in medical under Ratchet's care. But he'd found out and so it was a race. However. this race had been a tie. and the battle that ensued is tiring. Optimus muses over this as his axe clashes against armor.
Megaron throws one of those large fists toward him, Optimus ducks just as it would have clashes against his metal, kicking Megatron away from the glowing artifact in the center of the cave. the Decepticons bear down as the autobots fight to keep the cave steady. Megatron growls and spits some kind of threat or jab. and Optimus can't even feel himself care, he only feels a deep melancholy settling deep in his struts. His body moves with persision. Kneeing the Decepticon leader in the jaw, he snarls and then grins. Megatron had always seemed to like pain after all.
Optimus couldn't remember a time when Megatron hadn't grinned t the thought of being hurt. but as of right now he seemed to be getting what he wanted. Optimus grunts as he's slammed into a wall, though not for long, he pushes off the caves cool stone, to tackle Megatron. Megatron yells and spats cybertronian curses. that raspy voice box of his ever the pleasant scrape against Optimus's audials. Spouting some self rightous nonesense. Another Hit, this time landing straight into Optimus's abdomen. He hisses and retaliates but slaming his own fist into Megatron's faceplate.
It's brutal, energon spills over this little primative human trinket. Until eventually Optimus grabs a hold of the stone, just large enough to cover his palm, it's barely a nanoklick until megatron slams into him the try and dig the stone from Optimus's palm.
"Give it, Here Optimus" He snarls vindictively. his claws digging into Optimus's wrists. leaving deep imprints. as the stone glimmers seem to start glowing as Megatron's claws finally scrape against it. The stone's glow increases to a nearly blinding extent. and suddenly the force of the blow was enough to send both leaders sprawling across the caverns floor. the stone seemingly evaporated, or imploded, none the less it's lost, the blast had thrown Optimus far, and before he can really think Bee is there, lifting him up, he allows it, nothing but a high pitched ringing fills his audials. He limps as the small scout practically drags him through the ground bridge.