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The damn mech-- creature-- thing ripped his arm off! No, no no NO! Lieutenant was not letting him take it. How could he get it back though? His HUD was swarmed with critical warnings, his senses were blocked, his vision was poor, and blood began gushing out of his arm like a flash flood.

He could just barely make out the shape of Ghostspire with his arm, and the hallucination of colors spilling out of the mech. That was more than enough for the panting mech to use as he pulled out a grenade from his subspace. With a general sense of where Ghost was, he turned it on to chuck it at him in an attempt to either blow him up or scare him away.

Either way, Lieutenant found himself blinded and barely able to fight. He was desperate. A desperate cornered mech with next to nothing to lose.

He gives a triumphant snarl as sharpened denta sink in deep, past hardened armor and into softer mesh and wires. Claws scramble for a purchase against the mech as jaw works to sink those fangs in deeper, finding whatever purchase they can and sinking claws in.

Energon dripped into waiting maw with another animalistic snarl, visor gaining a violet tint to it. Claws hooking more to hold him down like prey.

He wanted, needed to tear, to rend this mech open and feast on his insides while he screamed. To taste his energon and howl with laughter as he begs to live. Begging for mercy where none would be granted-

He arched and screeched as claws dug into him, tearing at plating and protoform alike. Helm snapped to the side while he tore himself away with the arm, clawing back the dregs of his self control as he vented harshly. Reasoning with the wild part of himself that demanded energon, vents ragged and harsh as arm dangled in his maw.

Claws twitched and trembled, and he growled, energon dripping from his arm. Deep violet and bright pink, pale blue and blazing red with something the color of rust all mixing and swirling together down his plating.