the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

mightymegatron:

Megatron breaks into a wide grin. Oh, this will be fun. He unsheaths his own sword, rather than reaching for a hand-held one. Time to test Bee’s abilities on his own level.

“I hope you won’t underestimate me in my shrunken state, Bumblebee. I won’t hold back.”

The familiarity of his actions put Megatron even more at ease. He even chuckles at Bumblebee’s botched plan. “Indeed, it would have. But I must admit, I had little way of knowing, myself. Not many attempt to ‘tickle’ the leader of a rebel faction.”

Megatron stands in a more formal Ready position, waiting for his friend to recover his sword. His vents are steady and even, and his signature smirk awaits his challenger. “You will not score another hit on me.”

Probably not! (Bee sets his stance again.) But that’s never stopped me before! 

(He goes back on the offensive, advancing in overreaching steps. Bee would be the only mech in the world who’d try to fence with a scimitar.) 

Scimitar, truncheon or umbrella, it was a joy to fence with someone creative, even if they were comparatively green. Yellow in this case. 

“And that, my friend, is one of your greatest strengths!” 

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

mightymegatron:

Megatron breaks into a wide grin. Oh, this will be fun. He unsheaths his own sword, rather than reaching for a hand-held one. Time to test Bee’s abilities on his own level.

“I hope you won’t underestimate me in my shrunken state, Bumblebee. I won’t hold back.”

His blade meets Bumblebee’s- and then it doesn’t. Before Megatron can process that his sparring partner has simply dropped his weapon, the sensors in the entire left side of his chassis light up with electricity, his plating bristles, his cannon whirs to life and he aims it at the source of the sudden shock…

Bumblebee, trusted. Stingers, non-lethal. Spar, friendly. All of these things fall into place and Megatron’s optics dim from their overbright and comically surprised expression. His manic grins falls, weapon arm lowering. “Ah… It would seem that you’ve won, Bumblebee.”

( Bee’s hands slowly come down from their place in the air, hanging in clear and obvious surrender. His optics are too bright, too, but mostly because Megatron’s fusion cannon looks just as big when it’s pointed at his face. ) 

… n-no, I don’t think so. I-I mean don’t get me wrong! (He forces a smile.) If we’d really been tussling that would’ve been a win! But friendly sparring? That- that was just a cheap shot! My bad. 

Try again…? This time a little less no-holds-barred? I think we might need to bar the holds now.

The cannon is completely off now, and he steps away, shaking his helm. 

“No, I have introduced undisclosed elements in our spars before. This was you evolving to meet that standard… effectively. You won. I’m the one unaccustomed to such surprises. Some ground rules may be necessary to… avoid potential harm.” He began to think of what would have happened if he had fired, and abruptly refused to think of it ever again.

“No weaponry apart from our swords. Full contact is fine, I don’t mind being tackled or thrown down. I encourage it, in fact. …I would like to continue, but if my outburst has been out of line, we will stop.”

(He takes a minute to thump his chest, bounce the tension out of his legs, and shake his shoulders out. He’s fine. He’s fine! Just a little bit of a mutual spook, nothing bad. There’s a sincere smile now.) 

I’m good! I- I gotta find my sword hang on.

(Bee scans the ground and chases after his scimitar.) I had this awesome idea coming together in my head, that I was gonna run for it after you were laughing and get my sword back and come at you all unprepared, it looked great in my head! Didn’t occur to me that you weren’t ticklish.

The familiarity of his actions put Megatron even more at ease. He even chuckles at Bumblebee’s botched plan. “Indeed, it would have. But I must admit, I had little way of knowing, myself. Not many attempt to ‘tickle’ the leader of a rebel faction.”

Megatron stands in a more formal Ready position, waiting for his friend to recover his sword. His vents are steady and even, and his signature smirk awaits his challenger. “You will not score another hit on me.”

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

mightymegatron:

Megatron breaks into a wide grin. Oh, this will be fun. He unsheaths his own sword, rather than reaching for a hand-held one. Time to test Bee’s abilities on his own level.

“I hope you won’t underestimate me in my shrunken state, Bumblebee. I won’t hold back.”

His blade meets Bumblebee’s- and then it doesn’t. Before Megatron can process that his sparring partner has simply dropped his weapon, the sensors in the entire left side of his chassis light up with electricity, his plating bristles, his cannon whirs to life and he aims it at the source of the sudden shock…

Bumblebee, trusted. Stingers, non-lethal. Spar, friendly. All of these things fall into place and Megatron’s optics dim from their overbright and comically surprised expression. His manic grins falls, weapon arm lowering. “Ah… It would seem that you’ve won, Bumblebee.”

( Bee’s hands slowly come down from their place in the air, hanging in clear and obvious surrender. His optics are too bright, too, but mostly because Megatron’s fusion cannon looks just as big when it’s pointed at his face. ) 

… n-no, I don’t think so. I-I mean don’t get me wrong! (He forces a smile.) If we’d really been tussling that would’ve been a win! But friendly sparring? That- that was just a cheap shot! My bad. 

Try again…? This time a little less no-holds-barred? I think we might need to bar the holds now.

The cannon is completely off now, and he steps away, shaking his helm. 

“No, I have introduced undisclosed elements in our spars before. This was you evolving to meet that standard… effectively. You won. I’m the one unaccustomed to such surprises. Some ground rules may be necessary to… avoid potential harm.” He began to think of what would have happened if he had fired, and abruptly refused to think of it ever again.

“No weaponry apart from our swords. Full contact is fine, I don’t mind being tackled or thrown down. I encourage it, in fact. …I would like to continue, but if my outburst has been out of line, we will stop.”

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

mightymegatron:

Megatron breaks into a wide grin. Oh, this will be fun. He unsheaths his own sword, rather than reaching for a hand-held one. Time to test Bee’s abilities on his own level.

“I hope you won’t underestimate me in my shrunken state, Bumblebee. I won’t hold back.”

The tire screeches against his plating, catching him by surprise as much as the force behind it. Megatron has to break contact first, diving to the side and tumbling back to his feet. By the Pit he was light now. Unused to the lightened weight of his own frame, Megatron overcorrects and wobbles for a moment before stabilizing and standing tall.

“Good hit… Do it again!” The warlord steps closer, arcing his sword over his helm in a downward strike.

Hell no! 

(He braces his sword’s blade in his other hand, glad it’s mostly dull, and blocks Megatron’s downward blow with the flat side.) Now you’re expecting it! 

(His mind races. What is the one thing he can do that Megatron wouldn’t have a plan for? Considering he’s gladiator, and Bee’s just a little car- that’s it!)

(Bee drops his sword, ducking out from under it and into Megatron’s personal space. One advance for another! He can just manage to kick it out from Megatron’s reach with the back of his foot. His stinger deploys in his off hand, and even on low power it can deliver one hell of a tickle! He presses it into Megatron’s side.) 

His blade meets Bumblebee’s- and then it doesn’t. Before Megatron can process that his sparring partner has simply dropped his weapon, the sensors in the entire left side of his chassis light up with electricity, his plating bristles, his cannon whirs to life and he aims it at the source of the sudden shock…

Bumblebee, trusted. Stingers, non-lethal. Spar, friendly. All of these things fall into place and Megatron’s optics dim from their overbright and comically surprised expression. His manic grins falls, weapon arm lowering. “Ah… It would seem that you’ve won, Bumblebee.”

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

mightymegatron:

Megatron breaks into a wide grin. Oh, this will be fun. He unsheaths his own sword, rather than reaching for a hand-held one. Time to test Bee’s abilities on his own level.

“I hope you won’t underestimate me in my shrunken state, Bumblebee. I won’t hold back.”

Two-handed has always been Megatron’s preferred method, but it had been ages since he’d been able to go all out against someone in his own size class.”Your whole frame is a weapon in battle, your arms, your pedes-”

He meets Bee’s blow with his own sword, pressing back against it to lock the two of them in place, stepping forward into his opponent’s space  to either force him back or trip him up. Bee was light on his pedes, perhaps he could surprise him…

(Even small, Megatron’s heavier than Bee. Even with the push of his tires, it’s not enough to get the warlord to budge. His sword locks but Bee’s feet keep moving, and a little twitch thinking has him shoving his still-speeding tire into Megatron’s gut.)

The tire screeches against his plating, catching him by surprise as much as the force behind it. Megatron has to break contact first, diving to the side and tumbling back to his feet. By the Pit he was light now. Unused to the lightened weight of his own frame, Megatron overcorrects and wobbles for a moment before stabilizing and standing tall.

“Good hit… Do it again!” The warlord steps closer, arcing his sword over his helm in a downward strike.

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

Megatron breaks into a wide grin. Oh, this will be fun. He unsheaths his own sword, rather than reaching for a hand-held one. Time to test Bee’s abilities on his own level.

“I hope you won’t underestimate me in my shrunken state, Bumblebee. I won’t hold back.”

(Bee sets his stance. His grin’s big and toothy to match, and his engine kicks up a gear in anticipation.) Teach me, master! 

(Bee lunges straight in, aiming for the belly and holding his free hand back and up!) 

Megatron brings his sword arm in front of him, knocking the blade to one side and twisting in the other direction. Grabbing hold of a shoulder wheel, he uses Bee’s forward momentum against him, with the intent of knocking him off-balance. Megatron takes a step back, grinning and waiting for the recovery.

“You’re telegraphing again! You may as well shout the name of your attack to me first.”

WUH-

(Bee goes over, rolling onto his back and kipping back onto his feet. OH, going full contact, are we?!)

(His wheels squeal against the floor as Bee rushes back into Megatron’s sword range. He makes a broad swinging arc towards Megatron’s sword arm, other hand still behind him to keep his balance. He’ll bring it in and grab if he needs it, but in his mind, Megatron will either block with his sword or grapple with his free one. If he can trip him up just a second to give him an opening-!)

Two-handed has always been Megatron’s preferred method, but it had been ages since he’d been able to go all out against someone in his own size class.”Your whole frame is a weapon in battle, your arms, your pedes-”

He meets Bee’s blow with his own sword, pressing back against it to lock the two of them in place, stepping forward into his opponent’s space  to either force him back or trip him up. Bee was light on his pedes, perhaps he could surprise him…

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

Megatron breaks into a wide grin. Oh, this will be fun. He unsheaths his own sword, rather than reaching for a hand-held one. Time to test Bee’s abilities on his own level.

“I hope you won’t underestimate me in my shrunken state, Bumblebee. I won’t hold back.”

(Bee sets his stance. His grin’s big and toothy to match, and his engine kicks up a gear in anticipation.) Teach me, master! 

(Bee lunges straight in, aiming for the belly and holding his free hand back and up!) 

Megatron brings his sword arm in front of him, knocking the blade to one side and twisting in the other direction. Grabbing hold of a shoulder wheel, he uses Bee’s forward momentum against him, with the intent of knocking him off-balance. Megatron takes a step back, grinning and waiting for the recovery.

“You’re telegraphing again! You may as well shout the name of your attack to me first.”