MayhemMayhemMayhem by Alphabakercahrlie
Arcee stood, wiping the oozing Energon from her cut shoulder. This was far more of a challenge than she had originally intended it to be. But she liked it! Her opponents approached her, smiling, holding their daggers and many rifles loosely in their hands. She looked around. Almost everyone had gone from the pub; only Maccadam and a few cowering hatchlings had stayed.
She should take out Dirge first. He would be an easy one to wipe from the list. Yeah, go for it! Arcee narrowed her eyes, and drew her Energon sword. Arcee had the optimum physic for a melee combatant, plus the form of the ideal female Cybertronian. Agility and grace marked her path of fulminated destruction, and while the average Autobot avoided killing, the average Autobot also wanted to keep their assorted limbs intact, so they usually let Arcee execute her own battle strategy.
And so she leapt, flipping twice in the air, avoiding the hail of gunfire as it came rushing from bellow. Her target was moving now, run