A/N: Just something little I wrote for my English class. We were given pieces of music and had to use them as inspiration for a little story/intro into a story. I probably won't continue this, though.
Two rangers, their legs moving fast, dodged through the dense bushland. In their sweaty gloved hands are heavy G.L.E.E. issue zappers which are used to destroy the metallic beasts that are currently terrorising a large city, and also the rest of the earth. The smaller of the two runs as fast as her tiny legs can handle while her white tank top, already soaked with blood, becomes damp with sweat. Her short ebony locks flip around on top of her head, which are kept back from her dark eyes by her trusty red bandanna, which is also soaked through with sweat. The larger, right by her side, runs just as fast, his own black bandanna soaked with sweat as well as his skin-tight grey shirt which frames his impeccably toned muscles perfectly. The two are like twins, knowing exactly what the other is thinking, being able to match each other's moves and strengths, even though Taz is at least a foot and a half shorter than him.
In the distance, zapper fire can be heard, from rangers or from robots, neither Up or Taz know. The larger man pulls out in front slightly, not looking back at his partner because he knows he'll just be yelled at in Spanish for not keeping his mind on the task at hand. It's not as if he needs to check if she's there and alright, he knows she'd never leave his side after all they've been through together. And she's also one tough hijo de puta, as she would put it, who can look after herself.
The sound of zapper fire becomes clearer and the pair suddenly stop as they hear an explosion. Up hears Taz mutter a quick 'mierda' before he quickly starts moving again, the little spitfire at his heels. They weave in and out of trees, bushes, and rocks trying to make as little noise as possible but also trying to get to their destination as quickly as they can. They're here to get the job done, to save some lives and to kick some robot ass.
Another explosion. This time larger and Taz nearly loses her footing before Up's large, gloved hand is gripping her thin arm, helping her get back up. He always fears for her while they're in battle. She's so tiny and can be thrown around and easily be broken at any point. But then he remembers all the times she's beaten him when they've sparred and all the worries about her getting broken are thrown out the window. They quickly break out into a hard-out run again, their heavy combat boots making dull thuds against the ground with each step. Through the trees, Up can slightly see a whirlwind of red, green and blue flashing lights.
'Robots estúpidos,' Taz mutters, her think Hispanic accent coming through.
'Get on out there an' shoot their metal asses!,' Up yells, his own southern accent thick, as they charge out through the thinning trees and the brutal fight between robots and humans on Qo'noS, with Optimus Prime as the robots leader, is right before their eyes.
