Bad Idea
Saber twitched.
It was new; it was just something that happened now though. Her mentor, Sideswipes brother, had handed her a sword and she wanted nothing more than to swing it around like there was no tomorrow and be an instant ninja.
"Put the sword in subspace. We're warming up first," Sunstreaker growled, apparently not liking her sparkling-like enthusiasm of sharp weapons.
Saber mutter-growled, put the sword away, and wished for the millionth time that Wild was allowed to these practices. She felt so alone during them, and she was positive she and Sunstreaker had developed a mutual respectful-hate relationship.
Never mind. It was time to be beaten to pulp again, and walk away limping. Then she could go nurse her scratches and dents in her room and...
CLANG!
The sudden punch made her yelp and fall over.
"Pay attention!" Sunstreaker barked. "I can't have you falling into happy-land every time I-"
CLANG!
Saber wondered if anyone had ever punched Sunstreaker hard enough to land him on his aft and lived to tell about it.