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✘ tf: prime | wheeljack

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[It's a relatively short broadcast. Wheeljack seems to be making a lot of those recently.

Well, when he's not acting crazy.]

If ya need me, I'm gonna be at the Hub for...

ever.

[And it looks like he's already started. There's a small tower of cubes lined up.]

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[Don't tell her what to do.]

Fine.

Just be ready.

[At that she switches off her device and motors on out of there. It'll probably be a twenty minute wait, she's pretty far away.]

[Oh, he just did. Whatcha gonna do about it.]

[And true to his word, he's outside the hub. Maybe he needed a little physical activity to get the stress out.

To life the weight off his shoulders. To just...not think.]

[After an intense ride, Drag Strip drives in. She transforms and pulls out her energy swords, facing off against the bigger Autobot. Her enraged red optics glare up at him and dares him to make a crack about her small size.]

Whaddya know, you look eve more pathetic in person.

[She taunts him and drops into a battle-ready stance.]

[Oh, that was definitely interesting. He hadn't expected her to come armed. Most of who he's had to deal with are brawlers. He can function just as well under those circumstances, but it's always fun to meet someone similar.

It doesn't even take a moment before the -*shing!*- of two blades match hers. Not made of energy, but they'd still pack just as much punch. They twirl in his hands a moment before getting in position.]

Sorry, didn't realize ya came in fun size.

I'll show you fun sized you lowlife son-of-a-glitch!

[She snarls and instantly leaps into the attack, starting their fight off with an outright frontal assault. Her swords leave a light trail behind them as she spins and lashes out towards his spark chamber.]

[There's a smirk. He already likes her vigor.

That attack would have hit spot on too, if Wheeljack hadn't jumped up. Wheeljack wasn't exactly the most aerodynamic, he could pull off the acrobat technique well. And just like a bull charging, he lands behind her, swords twirling.]

That the best ya got? Or are your swords gonna touch me this time?

[Well, colour Drag Strip impressed, she didn't think he had that kind of agility in him. As an acrobat herself, she was no less agile. She spins around with far more grace than you'd expect from someone with her crass personality. Her swords are held up defensively, though she'd be more likely to dodge an attack than take it head on.]

Oh trust me, I'm just getting warmed up!

Good.

[That was all that needed to be said before Wheeljack spun around, slowly advancing towards her, taking some teasing hits at her. Nothing that'll hit her directly. It's almost as if he's going for obvious areas.

Areas he knows she'll either dodge or protect.]

I hate when they're boring.

[Drag Strip allows herself to be pushed back as she dodges his blows and looks for an opening to strike. He's playing with her, she can feel it in her sparkchamber. What a slagger, she'll kill him for that! She's not a plaything! HE has to take her seriously! Foolish Autobot!]

What's the matter Autobot, too scared to kill me?

[She hisses as she finally finds the opening she's looking for and launches herself in the air, twirling and slashing her sword at his face. Take that you gunked-up actuator.]

[Playing with her? Maybe a bit. Also testing how her technique is. Does she dodge more? Or go head on? It was looking like the former, that is until he realized his 'tests' may have struck a nerve with the bot.

Now things were getting interseting. There's a smirk at her words, getting himself ready. Although he may have been slightly too arrogant, taking his time to get that block up. He paid for it in kind too, as her size and speed got her much closer to the face than he planned.

It hurt, and when she goes past him in his attempt to dodge, he felt slightly disoriented. As if the world were half-muted.

He wasn't too far off either. When he looke to the side, there was something lying on the ground--one of his audials. His hand reached up, feeling where it once was. Thankfully it wasn't connected to any fuel lines, or energon would be spilling from his head like no tomorrow. A couple of sparks, but nothing serious.

That is...for him. With a shake of his hand, his sword is tossed back into it, turning towards her without another glance to that fallen part.]

Playtime's over.

Aww, did that hurt? Let me make it worse!

[She launches at him again, flitting from side to side and staying low to the ground. This fight is going to end up with one of them in the medbay or dead, she was determined of it. In all honesty, she didn't really care which one of them would end up there. She just hoped that she cut off a few important bits along the way.]

[And that's when his stance completely changes. It's no longer playful and light. No, he practically rushes at the bot, keeping low too as to not lose his legs to her strikes. He had the high ground technically, and his swords sync up with her movements.

They're quick, powerful, and the worst part? Never ending.]

[Drag Strip takes her first blow, then her second, then her third. She's fast, but her fragile Autobot body can only take so many hits before it shuts down. She's on the defensive now as she's forced to back away, holding her swords out in an attempt to ward off his attack.

Energon streaks her gold and black plating, but she ignores it and continues attempting to find another opening. Curse this body! Curse it to the pits! It's not strong enough for something like this.

Despite that, she continues anyway. She's angry and she feels like she has something to prove here. Her silly autobotness isn't going to slow her down.]

Is... that... all... you've...

[She pants as she suddenly collapses to one knee. Grimacing, she forces herself back upright.]

...Got?

[The attacks keep coming one after another, and he's certainly not going to ease up. He's testing her mettle right now, to see how she deals in a situation like this. Would she ask for mercy? Or fight til the death.

These were things Wheeljack was looking for--if she proved herself.]

Plenty more where that came from.

[His 'breath' isn't quite so staggered, as he watches her get back up.]

I like your style.

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