One In A Billion | Transformers Prime [1]

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Darkness Rising: Part 4 Continued

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Optimus, his blue and red frame gleaming with determination, sliced his way through the advancing Terrorcons. They had him surrounded together with Ratchet who seemed to have his back while Optimus, quite literally, had his. They fought with impressive speed, ending back to back.

"Optimus, Ratchet wheezed, "This prolonged exposure to Dark Energon is sapping our strength."

"We cannot falter now." Optimus attacked them with even greater ferocity than before. The zombies piled onto him until nothing could be seen but his optics.

"Optimus!" Ratchet called, the Terrorcons leaping onto him in the same way, pinning his head to the floor. Optimus burst from a heap of sparkless bodies scattering dismembered limbs to the ground.

"After all these years, Optimus," Megatron mused, "still at the top of your game."

Optimus leveled a glare at the warlord and charged at him with Ratchet cradling a broken arm.

"My legion, finish them!"

Optimus ran towards Megatron's spire, ramming past any Terrorcons that got in his way.

"Bravo, Optimus," Megatron jeered, "but this is but a prelude. You may wish to save your strength for the main event!"

Optimus ignored his taunts and began to climb, pulling himself up the rock in even spurts. "You will not prevail, Megatron," the Prime breathed heavily. "Not while Energon still flows through my veins."

"Fitting, for it is Dark Energon that flows through mine," the warlord leered down at him from the mountaintop.

Pissed, Optimus attempted to swat him when Megatron jumped out of the way, giving the Prime enough room to climb up and charge at him. Standing mere feet from him, he could see that Dark Energon pulsed through Megatron's veins, glowing in his eyes and gleaming on his crest, giving him a malevolent power that twisted the very fabric of reality around him.

"What is this I sense? The essence of Unicron?" Optimus furrowed his brows in thought. He could feel his power just coming in close contact with his oldest enemy, considering that he had a giant ball of Order energy in his chest.

Megatron's voice echoed through the void, dripping with malice. "You cannot defeat me, Prime. The power of Dark Energon flows through me, granting me abilities beyond your comprehension!"

Optimus's response was firm, unwavering. "Your thirst for power will be your undoing, Megatron. I will stop you, no matter the cost."

Megatron's laughter was cold, devoid of any warmth. He siphoned dark energy from the Dark Energon, molding it into tangible forms. Dark tendrils snaked through the air, lashing out at Optimus, who dodged and parried with expert precision. But Megatron was relentless, conjuring more minions from the dark matter, grotesque forms that swarmed towards Ratchet, who was barely hanging onto the plateau. Optimus bent down, seeing the Terrorcons advancing toward the medic, some crawling their way up. The Prime activated his blaster, shooting at them until some lost their balance and came tumbling down the side to the floor. Ratchet looked like he could hang on a little longer, so Optimus spun around, only to see more Terrorcons.

He had a few free moments before the oncoming dead would tackle him. "Ratchet," he risked a glance at the dangling medic, "bridge yourself back to base and tell the others to retreat, now."