"N... never!" he yelled, gasping painfully, Linking his fists together, Prime swung his joined hands at the Decepticon's throat and made contact as he opens up on megatron from point blank range slamming both fists into Megatron's throat with a full circle round house punch as he bashes in the armor surrounding megatron's throat cutting of his ability to breath.
the decepticon stumbled back 2 full steps as he brought his right hand up to his throat as he struggled to breath. the unintelligable sounds made by his airway as he attempted to draw air into his systems to combust enrgon sounded like a death rattle. the momentary distraction was all the hesitation prime needed as he struggled to his feet.
Turning his attention inward, he accessed the power of the Matrix. alita’s last stand had provided the inspiration. All it took was the slightest thought – a line of coding, fed from his processor down a length of fibre-optic cabling and into his systems. A slight re-direction of power flow here, a minute telescoping of a ventilation funnel there, and Matrix energy flowed into his body.he cuold actually feel the energy as it traveled from his chest to his shoulders through his arms and into his hands.
Turning a sacred life force of creation into a weapon of distruction was the easiest thing in the world for Optimus Prime. Suddenly, he felt his own Spark twitch and begin to move, inward, toward the sacred artefact. Through their mental link, somewhere in his mind he heard Magnus cry out. He knew… they both knew… what it meant.
If a prime were to employ the Matrix in this fashion, to have it consume and destroy the enemy it would likely consume the spark of its gaurdian as well. Violence, he remembered, always had a consequence. Magnus’ voice whispered in his mind.
This is the purpose , for which Transformers like you and I were created. we must never let our courage die,we shall fight to our last breath my brother, for with these hands we shall create victory.
utilising the age old teachings of circuit-su he called forth energy from his very spark. matrix energy began to glow at his finger tips soft and white at first then with the color changing to a light bluish white as the power built up in intensity. lightning like pathways of energy began to arc back and forth as the energy increased. crackling and humming in near spider web patterns between his hands and fingers as the power built up in intesity and strength.The power doubled, then tripled, then swelled beyond measure. prime willed the energy to flow from his hands into a fiery blueish white spere hovering in the air between his hands as it materialised in the air.
gasping for breath struggling to clear his constricted airway megatron attempts to reposition his back cannon along his right side waist and with a supreme mental effort powered it to a full charged blast then fires it at the primes head in what is certain to be a kill shot through the autobots central processor.
but optimus has seen through the decpeticons feigned moment of weakness and raises a left arm out into the air in front of his head. his his glowing hand and fingers outstretched wide as the bolt of distructive energy harmlessly collides with his glowing left hand and arcs over his body around his body as it passes between the fingers. the blast harmlessly dissipates in the air in a blinding display of colored light and shadow
NO!, ...Impossible.. the decepticon leader croaks as he attempts to speak.
his voice rumbling with deep rage the prime spoke. NOTHING .... IS ... IMPOSSIBLE ... FOR THOSE.. WHO HAVE COURAGE the autobot leader screams at his opponent as he levels his optics at his opponent "DECEPTICONS, LEAVE THIS PLACE OR DIE" he screamed. the wind carries his words to every corner of the city. those of megatron's troops who were still alive looked on in shock, disbelief annd silence. the very sight of prime has chilled them to their very sparks.
concentrating mightily he willed the energy to coalensce into a speroid like form of pure matrix energy as it hovered in midair between his hands. i have tried reasoning with you, he thought silently to himself and i have tried making peace with you megatron. but the only language you will ever understand is violence. "you wanted power so badly megatron here" he spoke to his enemy as Optimus stopped hesitating and unleashed the full fury of the matrix.
The energy was blistering, and the temperature soared as the energy ball went soaring through the air at incredible speed. megatron had but a single moment to glimpse the ball of incredibly distructive energy as it sped towards him like a bolt of lightning before it exploded against his chest with a sound like thunder as it bashed the central portion of his chest inward completely ruining the purple decepticon insignia as it is peeled half away.
The Decepticon leader went flying over the edge of the building, striking other ledges The impacts against more outcroppings of rock add to Megatron's damage, each resounding crunching noise, robbing him of energy and racking his being with pain as armor is sheared off by hard rocks Fracturing the sides which split , spilling wires, fuses, lights, circuitry Sparks fly from the many wounds and his battered armor leaks energon freely, then suddenly... the ground is gone and he finds himself falling and too weak to fly. before he finally crashed to the city street below. his body convulses and shakes like a puppet whos strings have become entangled trying to move, but his systems seem to be rebelling against him .
on the cliff Optimus stands tall, armor damaged and bearing heavy wounds, Prime stands, silent vigil over the torn wasteland, His thoughts are almost those of someone in shock, 'is he really gone this time' he asks himself while making sure that Megatron had fallen.suddenly a tightening pain fills primes chest as he clutches his left hand to his fuel pump, his knees gave way as vertigo overcame him. and he collapsed on the cliff's edge.