Feminine Troubles: Intermission
Thanks for the reviews! Glad to know people are enjoying this fic, and it makes me a happy camper when people tell me what they think.
Just a short thing here, will return you all to your regular length chapters soon. Right now, I'm trying to get the many issues with the next chapter of Wolf by the Ears ironed out, and Bee, Sari and Bulkhead aren't working with me…
The two Autobots circled each other warily, their optics intent on one another's' movements. They were both fierce, competent warriors and everyone in their audience had encountered them on a battlefield at one time or another.
The yellow one feinted, and followed up with a swift slicing strike with one of her blades at the larger red warrior. The red bot neatly avoided the strike and retaliated with a closed-servo blow that would have sent the lithe, sun colored Autobot sprawling if it had connected. She had avoided it with expert skill, knowing that an opening like a failed attack would invite retaliation from her opponent. The gounders both moved with smooth power, their movements precise and controlled.
The large red warrior had a servo in training the younger femme, and it showed in their ability to predict each other's movements. They swirled around one another with lethal grace, their fluid motions and blurring speed belying the massive weight of their metallic bodies.
The audience ooohed as the yellow Autobot landed a strike on her larger opponent.
The bucket of energon crisps was passed from clawed hand to clawed hand as dozens of scarlet optics stayed glued to the screen in front of them. The red Autobot had gotten hold of her smaller opponent in the opening after a missed strike. Now she was in the process of solidifying her advantage, denying the yellow warrior the advantage of her superior speed. The yellow femme's wheels squealed on the packed dirt of the ring, smoke rising from beneath the extruded polymers that mimicked Terrestrial rubber.
A small cheer arose from the audience when it looked like the match would devolve into wrestling.
The yellow Autobot was being irresistibly folded into an inescapable joint lock by her larger foe, and seemed to be unable to free herself, despite her struggles. Then the tables were turned as she executed an impossible-looking coiling escape, her glossy finish squealing against the other warrior's armor.
A watching seeker winced, given the way this particular Autobot tended to react when her meticulously maintained paint job was blemished. On the other hand, he could bring polishing cloths to their next rendezvous...which could very well lead to a different kind of entertainment.
The red femme said something that was probably a taunt, and the yellow one went for a slashing strike at her knee joint. The larger femme intercepted with a powerful block, jolting her opponent from helm to stabilizers. The follow-up blow sent the yellow Autobot sprawling, and the big femme was on her before she could recover. She mimed a follow-up blow that would have been crippling if it had landed, and the match ended.
The audience groaned in disappointment.
"Pit, I wish we could get audio of this." Said one.
"Yeah, but just getting to see it is pretty damn sweet." Answered another. "Laserbeak totally rocks."
"For once I agree with you perverts." Blitzwing rumbled. "I could watch this stuff all day. It's even tactically useful."
"Frag tactics." Said Skywarp. "It is smoking hot, and even an old rust-bucket like you should be willing to admit it. I mean, look at em, all curvy and glossy and deadly. I'm never going to look at combat with Ironhide the same way again, after seeing that. "
"Hah." Blitwing said. "She'd crush you like a tin can, Seeker. "And then your little girlfriend would have to go shopping for a new frag toy."
Skywarp looked the triple changer up and down. "Whatever. I suppose you'd be happy to grapple with the walking cannon, if she'd let you. 'Course, she'd shoot you down in a sparkbeat if she saw you coming."
Unfortunately it was true, but it wasn't like Blitzwing was going to admit it.
"Dose the psycho Lamborghini ever let you be on top, Warp?" He sneered. "I bet she makes you wear a collar and muzzle when she frags you. Femme like that, she can do better than some flightly little birdie that can't cut it in hand-to hand."
"Yeah, but I'm the one she picked, not you, Blitzy." The seeker smirked. "Jealous, much?"
The two Decepticons were on the verge of coming to blows, when Rumble piped up. "Hey! It looks like Mirage and Cliffjumper are going to fight! Outta the way! I have GOT to see this!"
The audience settled down, and the rust crisps were passed once more. It was only a matter of time before one of the Autobots discovered the camera, after all, and then they wouldn't get to see the femmes sparring again for ages. Plus, the adorably badass little mini and the awesomely hot spy trying to kick each others' skid plates was way better entertainment than watching a couple of other mechs fight. The only thing better would be if the Autobots' sparring match dissolved into uh, other activities.