One In A Billion | Transformers Prime [1]

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The air crackled with tension as I spotted a laser targeting a punk-rock girl. Time seemed to slow as I dove toward the girl, shoving her out of harm's way just as the laser fired. We crashed onto the floor on the other side, narrowly escaping the searing beam of destruction.

The punk-rock girl's heart raced, panic evident in her eyes as she tries to catch her breath. I remained composed and determined, placing a firm hand on the girl's shoulder, my voice unwavering.

"Hey, hey. Get a grip on yourself! Take deep breaths. We're safe for now," I urged. The girl gasped for air, steadying herself as best she could. "Miko," she stuttered out, managing a shaky introduction between breaths. "Who...who are you?" 

I gave her a wry smile. "My name doesn't have anything to do with what's going on. Trust me, focus on staying alive." I extended my hand, a gesture of camaraderie, helping Miko up. Together, we dart towards the exit of the crumbling store, assaulted by the explosive chaos caused by fighter jets of unknown make. "Stay close, Miko. We need to get out you of here," I said. "What about you?" Miko asked, running frantically beside me. 

"Don't worry about me," 

As we burst through the store, I swiftly retrieved my Glock from a concealed holster, my training evident as I expertly shot down approaching clan members, fiercely protecting myself and Miko. My voice cuts through the chaos. "Find cover, Miko! Stay hidden!"

Miko, wide-eyed and terrified, scurries towards a nearby overturned shelf, seeking refuge from the onslaught. With my fighting instincts honed, I engage in fierce hand-to-hand combat with a formidable clan member. I unleash a series of swift, calculated moves, using my agility and combat skills to overpower my opponent. In the midst of the chaos, I catch a glimpse of Miko peeking out from her hiding place, watching in awe at my ferocity and resilience.

Managing a small smirk, I attacked what was remaining of the clan, hitting, punching, and jabbing them where it hurt. I dodged an elbow strike from a clan member, then drew out a dagger, sidestepping a leading jab then grabbing it and twisting it over my head.

With its arm draped over my shoulder, I tossed the dagger in my hand before stabbing him in the stomach. He fell dead the second another clan member got slashed in the neck. One footsoldier cocked the magazine of the gun right in of me, putting me in a holding position.

I held my hands up in fake surrender, eyeing the footsoldier with a mischievous look on my face. "Uhhh, is this the part where my life is supposed to flash before my eyes and I say a quick prayer before I die?" I taunted. Extending my hand out, I easily got a hold of the firearm and pointed the gun right back at the gunner, thanks to skill and planning. The foot soldier simply was at a loss for words, most likely stunned by what I just did. "Right? I'm just as shocked as you are," I said, sadistically shooting the clan member in the head.

Thirty-three dead clan members later, Miko and I were back to rushing out of this chaos. Eventually bursting through the backdoors to the parking lot, the cool air whipped on our faces, relieving the suffocating sensation of blood and debris. Miko dashed as fast as could, matching my pace, her legs moving like lightning as she pushed herself to keep up.

The sound of explosions and blaster fire echoed through the night, making it feel like a warzone. Smoke billowed from the building, evidence of the recent aircraft attack. As we reach the cold, dark parking lot, Miko suddenly collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath. I skidded to a stop beside her, concern etched on my face.

"Miko, are you okay? We can't stay here," I urged in a sort-of panicky voice. Miko catches her breath, her eyes filled with a mix of terror and resolve. She rolls over, looking back at the devastated store, and her voice strains as she speaks. "Wheeljack and Bulkhead...they're in there,"