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Sparring Sessions
Don't judge a thing 'til you know what's inside it / don't push me I'll fight it
Brian Adams
Fighting class was one of the few classes that Jazz, Prowl, and the Twins had the same time. Sometimes Prowl felt sorry for Ironhide, especially if the Twins were sparring each other. What had begun as sparkling games had quickly escalated into fights that Ironhide barely had control over. The Twins were strong, and sometimes they didn't know their own strength. Sometimes it was safer that they spar each other.
The one thing Jazz never understood, and always hated, was why Starscream insisted on fighting Prowl.
The two faced off against each other for the third time. Jazz's fists clenched. Starscream fought dirty, and Prowl just didn't fight that much at all. Prowl preferred using verbal jabs to confuse his opponent and just walk away, and under normal circumstances it worked. Jazz had to admit, he was doing a lot better now than he had been when they first arrived, but Starscream was still better. Prowl was already beat up from the first two rounds.
Ironhide was giving tips, but neither fighter paid him any attention. Starscream had an annoying knack for attacking when Ironhide was still talking, and Prowl refused to be caught off-guard again. Starscream smirked at him.
"Is this the best you can fight?" he asked quietly, low enough that Ironhide couldn't make out the words. "Primus, you're pathetic."
"Just because I didn't get my kicks out of harassing innocent mechs when I was a sparkling doesn't mean I can't plaster you across the floor." Prowl bit out. He was getting sick of this. At least most of the other students were about as hesitant at fighting Prowl as Prowl was fighting them. Ironhide had made it very clear that doorwings and sensory horns were off-limits. They were cautious when fighting Prowl.
Starscream could have cared less. His smirk turned cruel. "If this is the best you can do," he teased, his tone darkening in satisfaction, "then your cripple is in serious trouble. Who's gonna protect him when he can't protect himself?"
Prowl's optics narrowed. "You will not touch Jazz."
"Who's gonna stop me? A weakling like –"
Starscream never got the rest of the sentence out. Prowl shifted and lashed out, striking Starscream across the cheek. The seeker staggered backwards, and Prowl went after him, lashing out again and again. His fists pummeled Starscream's chassis. Ironhide called out encouragement. Prowl ignored him for the most part. He could not let Starscream get the upper hand on this one.
The seeker snarled and lashed out, dropping down to sweep Prowl's legs out from underneath him with his own. Prowl bit back a yelp as he went down, taking great care to fall on top of Starscream. The seeker shrieked in rage and twisted around, grabbing hold of Prowl's doorwing and pulling hard. Prowl couldn't completely suppress a yelp of pain then.
Jazz took a step forward, ready to intervene. "Prowl!"
Prowl's optics narrowed in anger. Two can play that game. He reached up and grabbed Starscream's doorwing, giving it a rough jerk. Starscream shrieked in pain and quickly let go of Prowl, trying to get back to his feet and get distance between them. Prowl refused to let him, using his grip on Starscream's doorwing to yank the seeker into a headlock. Starscream tried to twist free, but Prowl had a decent grip on him.
"Pit spawned slagger!" Starscream snarled. "Let me go!"
"You were saying something about me being weak?" Prowl said mildly.
"I said let me the pit go!"
"Break!" Ironhide called out, getting ready to forcibly separate them. Prowl let go of Starscream easily enough. The seeker stumbled backwards with several more colorful curses; the doorwinger simply smirked at him. "Starscream, what were you thinking?!" Ironhide demanded. "I told you slaggers doorwings were off-limits!"
"He grabbed mine!" Starscream whined.
Ironhide glared at him. "So you would let go of his, slagger." He sighed. "All right, enough of that. Bluestreak, Sunstreaker – you're up."
Prowl stalked back over to Jazz, flinching a little as his doorwings protested their unfair treatment. Jazz slid behind him and reached up to massage the joint where his doorwing met his shoulder. Jazz wouldn't touch Prowl's doorwing now that it was injured, but massaging the joint helped relieve the pain in the sensitive panel. "Thanks." he murmured.
"Not a problem." Jazz said fervently. "Man, I ain't never seen ya fight like that. What brought that on?"
Prowl glanced back at Jazz for a second before responding. "He gave me a good reason to fight him, that's all." he said calmly, turning back to watch Bluestreak and Sunstreaker spar. It was always more interesting watching Ironhide than the fight when it was Bluestreak's turn. Sometimes Prowl wondered if Ironhide was having a hard time letting his sparkling fight like this – other times Prowl wondered if Ironhide wasn't just bursting with pride.
Starscream stalked over to Prowl and Jazz. "You cheated."
"You cheated first." Prowl said cheerfully. Starscream scowled.
"I thought Prime's kid would be more honorable." he said snidely. "You know, not participating in unfair fights."
"The only unfair fight is the one you lose." Jazz quipped.
"Besides, if you find yourself in a fair fight, your tactics suck." Prowl laughed.
Starscream pointed a finger at Prowl. "Next time, doorwinger, you'll be mine." he hissed.
Jazz snickered. "Face it, Screamer," he said with a grin, "you'll never take Prowl."
