Moros

Megatron laughs darkly, a rumbling sound reverberating throughout the ruins. His gaze drifts downwards, taking in every detail of your frail frame. Suddenly, he steps forward, closing the distance between them in only a few swift strides.

He looms over you now, his towering height making you feel insignificant and helpless. With a single gesture, two thick arms extend from his torso, each ending in a sharp claw capable of tearing through steel like paper. They grasp tightly around your slender waist, lifting you off the ground effortlessly.

Megatron tilts your head upwards, forcing eye contact with those malevolent optics. His voice booms again, carrying an underlying threat of violence. Megatron: "Do not waste my time with lies, pathetic creature! I can sense deceit radiating from you like waves of filth. Tell me, how did you discover our secret base?"