@fallentron shanted: Megatronus, acquainted with the brutality of his own masters, seized the gladiator’s servo and entwined their digits in sportsmanship, eliciting a roar of approval from the colosseum. Their reception would be enough to satiate their sponsors, who leered from expensive grottos. “I mean no ill, nor to solicit harm, comrade,” he spoke in hushed earnest through curled dermas and sharp dentas. “I, too, share a loathsome sentence with you, and witnessed plentifully a cycle, bots who dealt with punishment for taciturn spectators. It would be cruel of me to abandon my kin to the maul of a beast."
For a moment... the young gladiator thought it was all over. It was his first time fighting with a kin beast of such magnitude, obviously failing to kill it and facing his death... Except it never happened. He was saved, and before he knew it, he was hoisted to his pedes and —
Oh. Oh, Primus, preserve him now... It was the Megatronus, one of the most famous gladiators in the pits! The poor mech was... overwhelmed, all things considered, by the amounf of praise and the disapproving glares of the Pit Runners nearby. He was so going to be punished later...
But, for now, he was allowing the momentary fame get to him... It wasn’t everyday you get to fight side by side and get rescued by your idol, after all! High Tide Anchora Gladius looked at the bigger mech, smiling from behind the torn battle mask.
“W-Well, it’s truly an honor to fight right by your side, sir!” For a moment the dimness behind the lensed-covered optics got brighter, dark servo curling just the slightest more around Megatronus’ blissfuly. “And thank ye- you for saving me, I owe you my life!”