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Anger, pure and terrifying clouded my vision, turning it scarlet-hued and slightly blurry. I watched with growing anger as Archanature pulled away from Chardirakii, only to yank off her helm-armor and toss it aside on the floor. Her black hair fell in a tight braid over her left shoulder-plate, and she yelped when Archanature roughly untied it, letting her hair fall loosely over her frame. "Ah, such rare beauty and grace," I heard Archanature say, loudly to anger me more,"A pity you could not receive the proper affections from the Prime." "Optimus! Help m-ffff!!" Chardirakii cried, but her cries were muffled by another kiss. I could see Archanature's right servo slowly snaking its way down Chardirakii's stomach, getting closer to her hips. I growled and threw all of my weight against the webbing. There was a loud tearing sound and I was free. Archanature turned to look at me, with an expression of sheer terror seconds before I slammed into him. Grabbing the mech by the neck-cables, I bashed Archanature's helm into a stalagmite and began punching him in the face-plates and chest-plate, shouting before every blow. "Don't-" *bam!* "You-" *pow!* "Ever-" *crunch!* "Touch-" *snap* "Chardirakii-" *crash!* "AGAIN!!!"
*KA-POW!!!*
Archanature managed to catch my servo and stab an appendage into my side, but my anger muted the pain to a dull ache. I grabbed hold of the appendage, then ripped it from my side and snapped it from Archanature's frame. I was vaguely aware I'd cracked my servo open with the amount of blows delivered, but what was more satisfactory, was the sight of Archanature's bleeding, cracked, and bruised face-plates and chest-plate. Archanature brought another appendage around and swiped me across the face-plates, cutting a thin line across my cheek as I pulled my helm back. Then my helm snapped forwards again and heard a loud crunch as my fore-helm connected with the center of the spider-bot's face-plates. Then I grabbed his helm and slammed it back into the stalagmite, hard. Archanature cried out, then shot some webbing into my face-plates. I cried out in surprise and anger, then felt myself get knocked backwards. I landed on my back-plates, and grappled with the sticky webbing, eventually tearing it off... ...to see Archanature sprint-limp through a ground-bridge. I roared and sprinted after him, but the ground-bridge closed too soon and my fist slammed into the stalagmite just inches away from Chardirakii's helm. I turned my helm slightly to look at the femme, and felt my anger slowly drain away, pain and exhaustion replacing it. I leaned against the stalagmite to steady myself with the servo already there, and used my other to free Chardirakii. The femme gently eased me into a sitting position on the ground, her hair waving around her face-plates like a black mist almost. I was breathing rather hard, and tilted my helm back to rest it against the stalagmite. "Your anger..." Chardirakii said softly,"It reminds me of my own." I opened one optic and looked at her,"You've been angry like...this before?" Chardirakii nodded and lightly turned my helm to inspect the scratch on my cheek,"Sometimes, not often. Occasionally it'll show when I'm annoyed. Like, really annoyed, or if I receive an unpleasant surprise." She moved over to my side and brushed it with the tips of her claws. Though it was a very light touch, it still hurt like Pits. Hearing my hiss of discomfort, she pulled her servo back quickly. "It's deep, but not too much to be fatal," she said,"If you let me heal it you won't leak too much vital energon." "How will you heal it?" I asked her, frowning. In response, Chardirakii summoned a sharp dagger and sliced her own wrist, drawimg a deep cut across the smooth armor and skin plating. I gasped and went to stop her but it was already too late. Magenta-tinted energon leaked out and Chardirakii held it up to my dermas. "Drink," she ordered. "What? I-I can't do that," I protested. "Drink or I can promise you will die from lack of energon," Chardirakii said,"I'm trying to help you." I looked at her for a while, then nodded. Chardirakii nodded back and moved closer, putting her free servo on the back of my helm and pressing her wrist to my dermas. At first I was reluctant, but Chardirakii only frowned at me and soon the metallic-sweet energon flowed into my intake. Somehow I didn't think this would work, that perhaps Chardirakii was attempting to morph me into a...what did humans call them? Vampire. But my wound closed up and stopped hurting so much. Only once the pain was completely gone did Chardirakii pull her wrist away from my intake, breathing heavily. I grabbed her bleeding wrist and held it tight to stop the energon-flow, then looked around for something to bind it. My optics landed on an unused cleaner's rag hanging from a rack the Vehicon's hadn't bothered to take when they'd left. I stood and released Chardirakii's wrist, but only for the short while it took for me to grab the rag, tear it into strips, and bind Chardirakii's wrist. Or at least...tried to. Chardirakii seemed insistent to bind her own wound, but the fabric kept flopping the wrong way or got hooked on one of her claws or wrapped around a digit instead. "Here," I said after watching her fumble with the rags strips. I gently took her servo one of my own and the makeshift bandages in the other,"Allow me." Chardirakii sighed, but allowed me to wrap her wrist. I was careful to be very gentle. I didn't want to hurt her. "How much energon did you lose to heal me?" I asked finally, hoping to break the silence. "Enough to heal you, and weaken me," was her reply. "I thought you resented me, wanted me to stay away," I said, then looked up at her,"Why did you choose to heal me?" I saw Chardirakii swallow before she replied, and her voice was thick with some sort of emotion,"Because I didn't want to see you die. I've caused enough death to those who deserve it, but I know who's time it is to join Primus and who's time it is not." I smiled slightly and nodded, then looked back down at her wrist I was binding. I accidentally pulled a little too hard and heard her gasp, Chardirakii pulling her wrist a little closer to herself. "Sorry," I apologised,"A warrior's servos...they're rough." "I know," Chardirakii replied with a slight smile, then dropped her optics back down to the ground and bit her bottom derma,"But...don't stop." I looked up at her words, but saw nothing in her down-cast expression. Instead I pressed my fore-helm to hers and clasped both her servos in mine, closing my optics.
