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[ichooseboth]

[The video opens up to a slow series of chords.   A pair of feet can be seen slowly moving forwards, then another set, mirrored; finally it cuts to show the owners of both, small figures, advancing on each other from a distance.

As the rest of the instruments come in an aggressive beat, the camera switches from one set of optics to another in a

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[wingedwoobie]

[Watching the two Primes waltz the deadly dance of blades, Starscream forgets for the time that he has never seen any Prime wield a sword, let alone so elegantly. The filmography, music and lyrics only add to the sight, and the Seeker can't help but recall two eerily similar battles.]

[In the end, he almost says nothing, optics dimming as he take's off into the night. Without the Matrix, there was only one way this battle would conclude. Neither Prime needn't be informed of this; they already knew this perfectly well. ]

Perhaps you have earned the title of Prime.

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[ichooseboth]

[It takes a while - it was a good, long fall down, but Starscream eventually gets a rather non-communicative pain-laced grunt in reply.]

[voice]

[wingedwoobie]

[...so he still lives, and he responds. Starscream was half expecting silence either way. Making an iconic sound, he lowly drawls on.]

Hn. You'd do best to stay down for the moment; unless of course, your friend there is still conscious.

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[ichooseboth]

...Noted

[That may or may not have been sarcasm. It's hard to tell, what with all the pained sounds coming across the comm as well.]

[voice]

[wingedwoobie]

...

[Frag it. The hesitation is heavy in his voice, and even the hoarse quality of it could hide that.]

Mng. If you find yourself needing additional assistance...

[There is a long pause as he debates even more with himself.]

...Clearly, you have my number.

[voice]

[ichooseboth]

[...]

So I do. [Bemused]

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[wingedwoobie]

Mgn.

[Oh shut up. He hopes you get slagged anyway.]