[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Trial and Error [Closed]
Jan 24, 2022 22:30:00 GMT -5
Post by Coldwind on Jan 24, 2022 22:30:00 GMT -5
Yes. YES!
This was what she craved. No, not from Flux—he was hesitant and defensive, slow, predictable, restrained. But not Cintra. The leap to action, the dexterous positioning, the bravery and speed with which she acted. No sooner did Coldwind piece together what was going on than Cintra had her neck in a stranglehold. It hurt, of course, but she was not to be outdone so easily. Even as streaks of blue energon began to drizzle down the folds and tubes in her collar, she remained steadfast. With the telltale sound of transformation, smooth plates crept up the back of Coldwind's neck and enveloped her head in thick, durable armor, optics and mouth now hidden behind a slanted visor and a facemask. This precaution appeared out of nowhere, in the blink of an eye, and just in time to protect her. Should Cintra decide to move on from the neck to the face, it would prove useful.
A likely scenario, considering what a reckless maneuver she had in mind next.
With her massive wings, Coldwind could never hope to reach Cintra in her current position. And so, she decided to use Flux against them. While the large Cybertronian reminded himself of the importance of never revealing your back to the enemy, Coldwind swung around to do just that. Within mere moments, her bewinged back—Cintra included—faced Flux.
There was no pause nor hesitation as her massive pedes dug into the ground, giving her leverage against which to act. And then it happened. In a single, brutal motion, she rammed her back towards Flux, seeking to squeeze and crush Cintra between their massive frames. It was a risky move, an unexpected move, and above all else, brutal and uncompromising. If Cintra wished to avoid injury, she would have to act quickly and let go of Coldwind, and by the same measure, if she wanted to continue hurting her, she would have to remain where she was—and get flattened.
Who would yield? The large mech who would become an iron tomb for his assist? The manic assailant who wanted to crush Coldwind's neck? One or the other? Neither, perhaps? Maybe they had more tricks up their sleeves. Either way, they had to act fast. The Seeker sparring with them wanted not for speed. Of course, her exposed back was to their advantage, and not by foolishness, but by design. Coldwind wanted to see it all, even if it cost her this spar. Even if she had to yield, she wanted to explore the limits of her opponents. The opportunity was well worth the indignity.
This was what she craved. No, not from Flux—he was hesitant and defensive, slow, predictable, restrained. But not Cintra. The leap to action, the dexterous positioning, the bravery and speed with which she acted. No sooner did Coldwind piece together what was going on than Cintra had her neck in a stranglehold. It hurt, of course, but she was not to be outdone so easily. Even as streaks of blue energon began to drizzle down the folds and tubes in her collar, she remained steadfast. With the telltale sound of transformation, smooth plates crept up the back of Coldwind's neck and enveloped her head in thick, durable armor, optics and mouth now hidden behind a slanted visor and a facemask. This precaution appeared out of nowhere, in the blink of an eye, and just in time to protect her. Should Cintra decide to move on from the neck to the face, it would prove useful.
A likely scenario, considering what a reckless maneuver she had in mind next.
With her massive wings, Coldwind could never hope to reach Cintra in her current position. And so, she decided to use Flux against them. While the large Cybertronian reminded himself of the importance of never revealing your back to the enemy, Coldwind swung around to do just that. Within mere moments, her bewinged back—Cintra included—faced Flux.
There was no pause nor hesitation as her massive pedes dug into the ground, giving her leverage against which to act. And then it happened. In a single, brutal motion, she rammed her back towards Flux, seeking to squeeze and crush Cintra between their massive frames. It was a risky move, an unexpected move, and above all else, brutal and uncompromising. If Cintra wished to avoid injury, she would have to act quickly and let go of Coldwind, and by the same measure, if she wanted to continue hurting her, she would have to remain where she was—and get flattened.
Who would yield? The large mech who would become an iron tomb for his assist? The manic assailant who wanted to crush Coldwind's neck? One or the other? Neither, perhaps? Maybe they had more tricks up their sleeves. Either way, they had to act fast. The Seeker sparring with them wanted not for speed. Of course, her exposed back was to their advantage, and not by foolishness, but by design. Coldwind wanted to see it all, even if it cost her this spar. Even if she had to yield, she wanted to explore the limits of her opponents. The opportunity was well worth the indignity.