Well…hello everybody! I'm back…and really, this had already been written half-way through for…umm…well, till I found out a week ago that it had. I probably sat unfinished for months. *sighs*
Anyway…off the ramblings of this chick…
This was suggested by both steelcrash and Ladyleyn…here you go you too! Hope y'all like it!
Disclaimer: um…I got my Sides' and Optimus…and a few posters and a whole lot of comics…that is it.
The look from the other told him exactly one thing.
Bring it on.
A grin cracked onto his faceplate. And that was exactly what he was planning on doing. He would finally show up the other in the sparring matches.
The other didn't make the first move, which agitated him. Why wouldn't the other move? Well then, if the other was going to be like that, then he supposed he would attack first.
He rushed the other with a straight forward attack, easily dodged by the other, regardless of the size. Then he spun in just enough time to dodge a striking kick from the other. Both were now several feet apart. But this time it was a bit different.
There was a slight crack of what could be consider a smile on the other's face.
"Give up?" the other hissed from his vocalizer. He grinned largely now, giving that as his only answer before attacking again. But again, he was deflected and skidding back several feet into a defense position, the other in a calm, but ready to strike stance.
"You really want to play this out? We all know who usually wins these-" the other began but was cut short when he was attacked again, a dent landed on his shoulder's plates. The other backed away, dodging a few hits, only a few of them skimming his armor and maybe removing a few pieces of paint along with it. Both were now back to several feet apart, vents beginning to push to keep up with them.
"Come on Hot Rod, you could never land a single good hit…" the other muttered, looking smug at that said statement, "and you could never-"
CRUNCH.
And Hot Rod's fist collided with the other's faceplate and sent him off his pedes. Now the red and orange mech looked smug, placing his hands on his hips. He watched as the other hit the ground, shocked, and then groaned.
"Well, what was that Springer? I couldn't what?" Hot Rod taunted the other, grinning when he received a groaned reply from the down green triple-changer. Finally, he had knocked the other clean off his pedes…shocking the other. HA! He proved his point to Springer.
"Yeah…whatever…"
Hot Rod was grinning, but he was still going to be a good friend. He walked over to the still downed other, who was rubbing the impact spot and wincing when his digits brushed over a sensitive area. Once the red and orange mech made it, he stuck out a servo for the other to help him up. Springer's optics flashed to the helping servo, then to the whole mech. He muttered something and accepted the help, being pulled up.
"We even now?" the younger asked, still with a grin on his faceplate. The green mech sighed but nodded, a small smile on his faceplate. The flamed designed bot grinned brighter and nodded, playfully punching the other's arm. He received a warning glare from the other, and Hot Rod let out a nervous chuckle.
Springer sighed, then finally nodded, "Yeah…we even…" The glare vanished to be replaced by a kinder and more brotherly look, sparking the same on the younger's faceplate. "But I'm still better than you…"
Hot Rod pouted again, then grinned a bit evilly before knocking the other off his feet with another hit, though less power but still surprising to the other. The red and orange then high-tailed it out of there with the yells of his designation following him. Hot Rod was laughing as he ran, knowing that Springer was going to hurt him if he caught up. Oh, such great friends.
Friends are the ones who can take the hits…just ordinary hits never affect them, because nothing can break them.
Well…these two were just wonderful in wanting to beat the slag out of each other…which they didn't mind to do. *shrugs* I don't know…
Um…suggestions of pairings are still up…the most suggested pairing I guess will be written next OR whatever pairing I think of next…*shrugs* my muses and plot bunnies like to play games with me.
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