I don't think I've done anything with the two of them together yet... ---
"Are you sure this is a good idea?"
"We all must learn to fight outside of our abilities, Sideswipe," Prowl said bluntly. "There are Decepticons built more for agility than battle, therefore you need to know how to handle such cases."
The red warrior threw his hands into the air, "I could punch a hole right through his chest if I really tried!"
"Just as you need to learn how to fight a differently capable mech, so too must Freestyle be experienced in dealing with a strong fighter," he gave the Special Ops mech a level look. "After all, given his job field, there is a chance he will be discovered without back up and thus will need to be prepared to defend himself."
Freestyle didn't look any happier to be on the fighting pad than Sideswipe was to have him there. "I think my running away technique works well enough, personally."
"As much faith as I have in your stealth, if you should ever get caught, I would prefer you be prepared for it." The officer nodded to the two, "Please begin."
Sideswipe went into a fighting stance, not wanting to be putting the blue mech back into medbay so soon after he got out of it. "I'll go easy on ya at first, okay? I don't really wanna hurt you."
Freestyle still looked unhappy with the set up. "Much obliged."
The first punch had the smaller mech jerking his head out of the way. The second was ducked. The third and forth had him twisting out of reach, the tires on Freestyle's peds coming down so he could roll away.
Huh. Slipperier than Sideswipe first thought. He launched himself at Freestyle again, moving in a little quicker. Each one only hit air as the Impreza continued to twist and dodge, skating around in a circle as Sideswipe chased after.
Okay, now the Lamborghini was starting to get torqued. He was going to go easy on Freestyle because he wasn't built to fight, but the fact that he'd yet to land one hit on the mech was infuriating him. Especially given Freestyle's expression hadn't changed much from his earlier distaste- as if evading was no effort!
Optics flaring bright, Sideswipe planted a foot, power gathering behind his fist as his body twisted, full force gunning his arm forward with the speed of a jet engine-
The amount of nothing he hit nearly had Sideswipe falling on his faceplates. His arms pinwheeled, mainly trying not to trip over Freestyle who (he's that flexible? really??) had bent backwards, bridged on his hands and tires.
Their optics made contact for just a nano-klik before the array on the right side of Freestyle's head swiveled forward and, for the first time, Sideswipe realized that they were barrels attached to his helmet. Sideswipe's vision went white, his sensors sparked with static and he jerked backward, clutching his head with an 'ARGH!'
He reset his optics and scanners, clearing out the static and found himself alone on the fighting pad. Sideswipe whirled around to see Freestyle was standing just behind Prowl.
"Okay," Freestyle said with a slight grin and, if Sideswipe didn't know better, a kind of edge that said he really no longer wanted to be there, "I got away. Are we done?"
Prowl's doorwing flicked slightly. "Yes, Freestyle. Thank you for your cooperation." He barely finished the sentence before the blue mech went for the exit. Sideswipe frowned after him.
"Not one of your better performances, Sideswipe," the tactician said, calling his attention back. "Perhaps someone of Freestyle's experience is too much of a first step."
"Yeah," he shook out his arms, trying to dismiss the unhappy feeling from his processors, "let's try someone else."
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Freestyle + Sideswipe - competition
Date: 2009-07-11 05:11 am (UTC)---
"Are you sure this is a good idea?"
"We all must learn to fight outside of our abilities, Sideswipe," Prowl said bluntly. "There are Decepticons built more for agility than battle, therefore you need to know how to handle such cases."
The red warrior threw his hands into the air, "I could punch a hole right through his chest if I really tried!"
"Just as you need to learn how to fight a differently capable mech, so too must Freestyle be experienced in dealing with a strong fighter," he gave the Special Ops mech a level look. "After all, given his job field, there is a chance he will be discovered without back up and thus will need to be prepared to defend himself."
Freestyle didn't look any happier to be on the fighting pad than Sideswipe was to have him there. "I think my running away technique works well enough, personally."
"As much faith as I have in your stealth, if you should ever get caught, I would prefer you be prepared for it." The officer nodded to the two, "Please begin."
Sideswipe went into a fighting stance, not wanting to be putting the blue mech back into medbay so soon after he got out of it. "I'll go easy on ya at first, okay? I don't really wanna hurt you."
Freestyle still looked unhappy with the set up. "Much obliged."
The first punch had the smaller mech jerking his head out of the way. The second was ducked. The third and forth had him twisting out of reach, the tires on Freestyle's peds coming down so he could roll away.
Huh. Slipperier than Sideswipe first thought. He launched himself at Freestyle again, moving in a little quicker. Each one only hit air as the Impreza continued to twist and dodge, skating around in a circle as Sideswipe chased after.
Okay, now the Lamborghini was starting to get torqued. He was going to go easy on Freestyle because he wasn't built to fight, but the fact that he'd yet to land one hit on the mech was infuriating him. Especially given Freestyle's expression hadn't changed much from his earlier distaste- as if evading was no effort!
Optics flaring bright, Sideswipe planted a foot, power gathering behind his fist as his body twisted, full force gunning his arm forward with the speed of a jet engine-
The amount of nothing he hit nearly had Sideswipe falling on his faceplates. His arms pinwheeled, mainly trying not to trip over Freestyle who (he's that flexible? really??) had bent backwards, bridged on his hands and tires.
Their optics made contact for just a nano-klik before the array on the right side of Freestyle's head swiveled forward and, for the first time, Sideswipe realized that they were barrels attached to his helmet. Sideswipe's vision went white, his sensors sparked with static and he jerked backward, clutching his head with an 'ARGH!'
He reset his optics and scanners, clearing out the static and found himself alone on the fighting pad. Sideswipe whirled around to see Freestyle was standing just behind Prowl.
"Okay," Freestyle said with a slight grin and, if Sideswipe didn't know better, a kind of edge that said he really no longer wanted to be there, "I got away. Are we done?"
Prowl's doorwing flicked slightly. "Yes, Freestyle. Thank you for your cooperation." He barely finished the sentence before the blue mech went for the exit. Sideswipe frowned after him.
"Not one of your better performances, Sideswipe," the tactician said, calling his attention back. "Perhaps someone of Freestyle's experience is too much of a first step."
"Yeah," he shook out his arms, trying to dismiss the unhappy feeling from his processors, "let's try someone else."