[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Best and Brightest [Closed]
Nov 3, 2023 18:16:32 GMT -5
Post by Bumblebee on Nov 3, 2023 18:16:32 GMT -5
Aah, the satisfying clank of an impact - and this time it was his own punch that’d met its mark. For a brief second, he’d expected the other mech to lash out or yell at him, after all, he had said not to aim for his face - but the rules had technically gone out the window a little bit, if only because Hot Rod had broken them first.
It wasn’t like he’d put all his strength behind the punch, anyway. He was used to boxing, used to close combat fighting - and so was holding himself back and keeping himself controlled so as to not actually hurt the other mech. Hot Rod may have survived this war long enough to the point he probably knew how to fight, though it was evident indeed that it’d probably been a while since he’d done any sort of brawl, even a quick one for fun like this.
Quickly pulling his servo back and away, he’d hold both arms up ready to defend himself against whatever was to come next. However there were no frenzied punches, no roars of anger or a loss of control because his ‘pretty’ face had been hit - no flurries of emotion, nor was there any real rage.
Just words, and a compliment.
Bobbing his helm, he’d chirp, thankful that Hot Rod had taken the whole getting-punched-thing way better than expected.
--Thanks! And yeah, basically! Gotta be quick on ya pedes, too! In a real fight, it could save your life!--
Behind him, his tiny doorwings would flutter some with excitement - before he took a quick step forward once more. The arm that’d raised only seconds earlier would jab out again toward Hot Rod’s chassis, hoping to catch him off guard as he rubbed at his face, almost as if to prove a point that he had to pay attention.
It wasn’t like he’d put all his strength behind the punch, anyway. He was used to boxing, used to close combat fighting - and so was holding himself back and keeping himself controlled so as to not actually hurt the other mech. Hot Rod may have survived this war long enough to the point he probably knew how to fight, though it was evident indeed that it’d probably been a while since he’d done any sort of brawl, even a quick one for fun like this.
Quickly pulling his servo back and away, he’d hold both arms up ready to defend himself against whatever was to come next. However there were no frenzied punches, no roars of anger or a loss of control because his ‘pretty’ face had been hit - no flurries of emotion, nor was there any real rage.
Just words, and a compliment.
Bobbing his helm, he’d chirp, thankful that Hot Rod had taken the whole getting-punched-thing way better than expected.
--Thanks! And yeah, basically! Gotta be quick on ya pedes, too! In a real fight, it could save your life!--
Behind him, his tiny doorwings would flutter some with excitement - before he took a quick step forward once more. The arm that’d raised only seconds earlier would jab out again toward Hot Rod’s chassis, hoping to catch him off guard as he rubbed at his face, almost as if to prove a point that he had to pay attention.