Title: Starlight

Author: darkling7

Rating: T (may change later)

Warning: Language

Disclaimer: I do not own

Thirty-six

As the alien robot pulled itself out of its spaceship, sparks flying, it started to rumble at her viciously in a language she did not understand.

"Sorry," she said. "I don't speak robot."

There was a pause, a strange whirring noise, and then, "Disgusting little bug," the mech hissed down at her. "I will crush you where you stand."

"I'd like to see you try!" she snapped, reaching for an arrow from her quiver.

The mech moved, faster than she was expecting. He took a swipe at her that she quickly dodged under. However, she had no sooner scrambled back onto her legs when the Decepticon was coming at her again. Kagome threw herself to the side to avoid the coming attack, nearly stumbling over her own feet.

She was out of practice; years of calm had most certainly not done her good. As she dodged another downward hit that left her just a hair away from becoming a pancake on the ground, Kagome promised herself that if she made it out alive, the first thing she was doing was to begin training. Immediately.

"Stop scurrying about, bug," it hissed at her, as she darted towards Goshinboku. "Meet your end!"

She turned, arrow at the ready, sweat dripping into her eyes as she glared up at the mech. "Not today," she shouted at him, and released.

It wasn't soon enough. It flew just over its shoulder as it bent down and promptly flicked her aside with one large metal finger, as if she truly was a big. She hit the Goshinboku hard enough to knock the wind out of her, and she struggled to her feet, gasping for air.

"Puny little bug," the Decepticon hissed, reaching out with his hand to grab her. "Give up."

Her face hardened. "I don't think so."

She knocked another arrow and released, and although it was charged with her powers, it simply bounced off the Decepticon's armor. Shit.

"Your weapons cannot harm me!" he roared, his engines practically screaming.

Kagome narrowed her eyes, focusing on him. He had to have a weakness! While Sunstreaker and Sideswipe had never said anything about weaknesses, everybody and everything had one.

I defeated Naraku, she reminded herself. I can defeat a robot.

There! Her abilities practically sang to her the way tiny, pink shards used to. In the chest of the mech was a faint light, hidden away beneath layers of armor. But there was a crack, tiny by their standards, but it was big enough for her tiny arrow.

She quickly dodged as his arm transformed into a gun, the force of the shot ricocheting off of Goshinboku. Furious, she whipped around to face the mech, bow at the ready.

"Hit the mark!" she shouted, and released.