Dark Soul

CHAPTER FOUR

(Don't Start Song Yet!)

WHAM

THUD

A body lands harshly onto the hard ground; unconscious as bloody cuts and bruises decorate their limp frame.

"Lorenzo wins this round!", a voice announces through a megaphone as they stood on the outskirts of a makeshift fighting ring; torches placed around it to provide some light. People stood around the ring while others seated themselves on flat large rocks that jutted out from the walls of the canyon slot; all cheering at the victor or shouting insults and curses.

Out of sight of any humans, peering down from on top of the closest rock formation, Arcee and Cliffjumper watched in disturbed shock and disgust.

The red mech let out a whistle before nervously chuckling, "I knew humans were extreme but...this?", he gestured a servo towards a group of fleshies dragging the unconscious one away while the victor limped off to tend to his wounds.

:Were we so different?:, Optimus' voice rumbled within the comm link, :Back when Cybertron was still filled with life, there were gladiators that would fight to the death. All of them belonged to the lower caste system and had no choice but to fight while others chose that lifestyle.:

:Megatron was one of those gladiators.:, Ratchet added in gravely before humming out thoughtfully, :If I remember correctly, he was one of Cybertron's best warriors.:

:On the contrary, old friend...:, the Prime stated, :There was one other that he was not able to defeat.:

"Wait, wait, wait!", Cliffjumper blanched in disbelief, "You saying buckethead had his tailpipe beaten for once?"

Before the Autobot leader could respond, the announcer shouted out dramatically "Ladies and gentlemen! This is the moment you've all been waiting for! As you all heard the rumors... we have a big shot fighter in our midst; wanting to put on a show for us!"

The spectators murmured curiously amongst themself when they were cut off by the announcer, "Would everyone give a big welcome to the one! The only! Void!", they gestured over to the edge of the ring to reveal the familiar black hooded figure; whose only feature that could be seen was a sharp toothed crazed grin. Upon seeing this so called big shot-

The crowd went wild!

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Void raised her fists into the air as her eyes glowed in excitement; relishing the sound of the cheering crowd as she stalked to the center of the ring. The ravenette could hear her life essence pound in her ears and see the familiar black sparks of electricity zap between her fingers; causing her to quickly, yet calmly, lower her arms to her sides.

"So you're Void, huh?"

A gruff voice caused the fair skinned woman to acknowledge her opponent standing cockily in front of her; burly hairy arms folded over his broad chest. The male was bald with a black sideburns that morphs into a neat trimmed beard; his eyes a muddy earthy brown and his skin a tan color. He was wearing faded blue jeans, black biker boots, and a white t shirt with a black leather spiked jacket.

"The name's Ernest.", the brown hued male smirked down at the mysterious, and infamous, figure, "I didn't expect a big shot like you to be so small."

Void held back an animalistic growl as she felt her tail tighten around her waist in irritation; not wanting to cause a scene when she just arrived in this middle of nowhere town. Despite being four foot six, the ravenette is well aware that she can rip this guy's head right off his shoulders in a blink of an eye.