One of the panels in Prism's thigh unlocked itself and slid open, revealing a small shotgun that she had hidden away for close quarters fights. Her hand wrapped around the handle of the gun to pull it out. The gun itself unfolded and expanded upon being taken out of it's hiding place. 

[color=9e0039]"More guests, I'm so happy. I've been.... [i]H̩̐͜ṳ̤̏̔́n̗̔̒͗g̗̭̗͇̝͚͌̈ͫͦͧͮr̳͓̟̭͂ͩͤ͗͗y̹͈͆ͭ̾̽.͕͉͠[/i]"[/color]

The voice was sickeningly sweet to Prism's ears. It rang throughout the room from an unknown point of origin, which forced the Bot to take defensive stance and pull down her EOD mask. Her free hand stretched up to hold the other end of her shotgun.

In the distance, Prism could see a faint light nearing them. As it moved closer, Prism could see that it wasn't large at all, smaller than the palm of her hand. The image projected by the light was a small red hourglass. Even she knew that whoever was speaking to them was the source of the image. The shotgun was aimed at the hourglass, Prism's finger ready to pull down on the trigger. "Don't move another inch or I shoot."

[color=9e0039][i]"Ooo̸̗͖̗̙̞ͫͮͥoͫ͑̅̑̈ͩͩ͡h͌̂̎~̖͉̩̤̅ͥͬ̃̽̒̆͡"[/i][/color] The voice cooed. [color=9e0039]"[i]I hope you're as [/i]f̦̯̈́͂͠u͚̘̭̯̖͌͌n̈͏̞͍̲̟[i] as Kickback was.[/i]"[/color] Above the hourglass, two sets of glowing red eyes opened and locked onto Prism. What seemed to be a string of electricity shot up from above the sets of eyes and disappeared into the ceiling. what functional lights were left had been activated, making the room just a few shades lighter than it was before. The remaining lights were on their last limbs, and would not last long at all. 

Prism did what she could to illuminate the room more, pushing more power into her lights so she could see their assailant. What she saw forced Prism to take a step back.

She was upside down, she noted first. Her face was covered by a helmet, made of scraps from cybertronian parts. It seemed to look fine enough, but Prism could spot all of the inconsistencies from where parts were pull off of one bot and merged with her. Her mouth, the only thing left uncovered by her helmet, was stained with the liquids that covered the floor. Her body was a techno-organic mess, spots of fleshy areas and wires in the shape of muscles in the uncovered areas in which her own armor was damaged. Multiple extra arms hung from her back, seemingly holding scraps of yet another cybertronian, possibly more of Kickback's remains. 

Her eyes narrowed at Prism. [color=9e0039]"Ano[i]th[/i]er W̵̴̸̼̞̭̙̻͗ͫa͖͈̗̩̥͔̯͋ṙ̇͒ͩͧ̎҉͏̶̥̟͕̦̳̬̠̠ ͉̱̦̠̔͗ͦͫ́͞ͅB̹͓͎̟͚͐͑̔̑ͦ́̽̄ͦ̕o̴͖͇̟̹̿̓̄̿͟ṫ̗͖͙̜̱͓͆̀̏ͨͪ̿̉ͦ̀.̵̯͈̮͍͎̬̬̆̏̍̀ͅ Those pre-war bots have better, tastier sparks."[/color] She sighed. [color=9e0039]"I am Blackarachnia, and I'd love to have you for Dinner."[/color]