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Primrose dodged the red wave Brightburn threw at her and she charged forward, purple flames sparking from her servos. She whirled around and swung her servo, sending bright purple flames flying at Brightburn who quickly ducked down to dodge it. The sixteen year old mech stepped forward and two bright red beams flew from his optics.

Primrose growled and a shield appeared in front of her and the beams hit the shield, creating smoke. Primrose zoomed forward, dark purple cracks forming along her servos, arms, shoulders and neck cables.

Brightburn widened his optics and grunted as his cousin grabbed him by the neck cables and slammed him into the floor.

Brightburn gripped Primrose's wrist and he widened his optics as the sharp tip of a scythe was suddenly in his face. Primrose glowered at Brightburn, the cracks beginning to grow up to the sides of her faceplates.

"Pr-Prim?" Brightburn stammered. Primrose raised the scythe and he shut his optics tightly. Primrose swung it down and the the tip of the scythe embedded itself into the floor, right next to Brightburn's helm. He opened his optics and stared at his cousin perplexed.

"You didn't think I was actually going to kill you, did you?" Primrose asked as she pulled the scythe from the floor and got up.

"Yes!" Brightburn exclaimed as he pushed himself up, "the look in your optics was very convincing." Primrose smiled a bit and looked at the clouds.

Something about this felt... familiar to her. Then she remembered: her standing on the flight deck, practicing her dark powers and Megatron was watching.

She didn't know why but making Megatron proud made her feel a bit better when she had left the Autobots, even though it was a long time ago and she could only focus on the present and on the future, she couldn't help reminisce on the past a few times.