Couldn't resist putting another up tonight! I don't think I've ever been so excited to put up a chapter before XD. Written whilst listening to Wishing Well, I Miss You and All The Small Things by Blink-182. Thank you to TheLoveDov for reviewing! Oh, and I'm warning you now, I'm probably the worst writer of fight scenes that you'll ever come across, so don't get too excited =|. Hope you enjoy!
Twilight smirked, running up the wall and kicking off the ceiling, landing on Cyclonus' back. The mech growled as she tore her claw blades through one of his wings. He knew instantly why she had done it. It wasn't just to cause damage. His alt mode was near enough useless now.
The jet grabbed her by the forearm, ripping her from his frame and flinging her across the 'ring', just managing to dodge those lethal claw blades as she swung her arm down dangerously close to his face-plates.
Once he had recovered from his dodge, he looked around only to see that the femme was nowhere in sight. He smirked, subspacing his blaster. She swung down from the ceiling, kicking out as he stepped forward.
He spun round, energy bullet hitting her in the shoulder. She growled, wrapping her legs around his neck and throwing him away. She stood in a defensive stance, claw blades glinting dangerously in the spotlight that the cassette twins had turned on over the ring. Her mask slid on soundlessly, visor brightening.
"How long do you think this'll go on for?" Scourge asked Galvatron. The warlord shrugged.
"They're equals in combat, it will be a while before one shows signs of weakening. They have the stamina for it. It is as you said Scourge, this will be an entertaining fight." The Sweep leader nodded. Rumble, Frenzy and Swindle had already started making their way across the tables, asking mechs to place bets.
Soundwave's hidden optics never left the makeshift ring. This was not an ordinary duel. It looked more like... A dance. The two were moving in perfect sync. Their movements were elegant, but not lacking in power. Each dodge and each blow... Perfect synchronisation... These two were soul mates, no doubt was left in Soundwave's mind about that.
Cyclonus' foot hit home, smacking into Twilight's stomach audibly. She laughed it off, getting in close enough range to slice across his arm with her claw blades. He growled, but his expression soon changed into a smirk. Twilight realised the error she had made. She'd gotten too close and not backed away in time, and she soon found herself in his grip.
She struggled for a moment before becoming still. He sighed, his lips so close to her audios that she could feel his breath on her neck. She thanked Primus that she'd put on her mask, so no-one could see the blush threatening to rise on her cheeks.
"Surely you're not giving up already, femme. How... Disappointing." She smirked, bracing herself before twisting her arms and ramming her claw blades deep into Cyclonus' shoulders. He grit his dentals and bit back a yell.
"Not on your life, mech." He smirked.
"Good, glad to see you've still got some fight left in you." She laughed.
"Oh, I'm far from finished, Cyclonus, trust me on that." Their optics brightened as they clashed in the middle of the ring once more. Neither wanted to do too much damage to each-other, not that it showed. Cyclonus knew that Twilight was at a slight disadvantage. As far as he knew, she had no firearms of any sort, which meant that she had to get close enough to use her claw blades to cause damage.
Cyclonus had a wider range of attacks. Yet he knew that the femme was not outmatched by him, having only lost a battle once despite this 'disadvantage', so he continued to tread carefully. Pain registered in his processor as she managed to slice through his other wing.
He let out a snarl, grabbing her wrist. She flinched at the strength of his grip. Blood red met even darker crimson as they locked optics in a fiery glare. She smirked again beneath her mask. Moving her leg in a graceful, curving arc low to the ground, she literally swept him off his feet. He used his thrusters to regain his balance before he hit the floor.
Rumble, Frenzy and Swindle had all taken their seats, not wanting to remove their optics from the fight to take in bets, just in case they missed something. The whole army was silent, save for the two warriors singing the song of battle in the ring. All Decepticons seemed to realise at that moment that, as incredible as it was, this could not last forever.
There would have to be a victor sooner or later. The very thought shook all the mechs to their cores. Which one of them was going to do just that little fraction of extra damage that would finish the fight? It was hard to tell. Even harder, it seemed, for the two soldiers that were fighting.
Soundwave's optics brightened slightly as he realised that Twilight had completely abandoned the plan. She wasn't going to let Cyclonus win, as she would have done with her brother. No, this was an honourable, fair fight between two of the most skilled Decepticons that the faction had ever been prided with.
Soundwave knew that wherever his brothers were, they were watching this. He knew the trine, and he knew them well. A fight like this was too good to miss, to use Skywarp's terminology.
The communications mech was brought out of his musings when an energy blast tore straight through Twilight's lower leg. He forced back a chuckle when he heard Hook groan.
"Not the fragging leg again! For Primus' sake!" The silence had dissipated then, with everyone cheering for who they wanted to win, or, most likely, who they had decided to bet on in their drunken stupor. Soundwave, as expected, maintained his silence, watching the two fight ruthlessly, yet gracefully. It had to end sometime, and he knew he wouldn't be the only one that would be disappointed when it did.
Told you I suck.
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers or any of the characters I use in this story, apart from Twilight.