"Is that supposed to scare me?"
Strange Sentence Starters
Blurr leveled himself out, spinal strut straightening as he attempted to appear bigger. That was always one thing he couldn’t get right- the intimidating size. His claws tightened around the hilt of his late Prime’s sword. Inherited with the job, inherited with the title, inherited from death. He lifted the blade, steam hissing from between his joints. He ran a claw down the flat side of the large, yellow-tinted blade, one digit curling to trace the edge of the sharp weapon.
“It doesn’t need to scare you to cut off your helm, you sniveling brat,” he hissed, jagged grin forming on his faceplate. “But, I will hear you scream, I’m sure… Kyehehehheheheh.”