A Match In Style [Prowl]

[Twister]

The Autobot base roof: this was going to be a common place for Twister when she wanted to get away. It had been about two days since she had been accepted by Optimus and some of the others at NEST, and now she sat on the roof top near one hangar side of the base facing the runway listening to air traffic in the area while in thought. One arm rested on a knee as she knelt there in a semi brooding state of sorts, her red optics gazed up to the sky void of emotion as she recalled what Prowl had told her a night or so ago. She was trying to recall what she knew. No matter how much she meditated, she had trouble piecing all the little visions together.

The femme listened to a military aircraft on final, just another human helicopter coming in for landing at NEST, probably a group of trainees or something.

She then remembered what Prowl had said about them possibly having a similar fighting style. With that in mind, Twister shut off the air traffic frequency.

<"Hey Prowl, remember when you mentioned we might have similar fighting styles? Care to test that? I wanna fight.">

[blitzy]

He stacked the papers onto his desk, and stood up, receiving the comm from Twister. His face plates didn't change from their impassive look as he answered back. <“I was wondering when you'd ask. I've just finished my work for the cycle. I'll be out momentarily“> He exited his office, transforming as soon as he was able to without running into something.

The militant strategist drove until he approached Twister's location, transforming back into his bi pedal mode. The Autobot watched the female as she stood on the roof. <“It wouldn't be a fair fight if you fought from up there.“> Prowl stood, waiting for the female to come down, or take a shot. He would be able to hold his own against her if she decided she really wanted to test his skill and his fighting style.

[Twister]

"Of course not. Don't worry, I'll level with ya. It's only fair." Twister was officially excited. She took a few steps to the roof's edge and jumped off with a flip. Then engaging her rotors with a blast of air as she landed lightly on her feet, she used the torque to spin about 90 degrees to bounce forward and deliver a swift but controlled round-house kick to Prowl's upper left side. They were about the same size and mass so reaching his upper body wasn't much of a hassle for her. Why go else where to fight? As long as it was clear and they didn't damage anything, it didn't matter where they practiced. So she would just initiate the spar unless he decided to take it elsewhere. Twister was full of energy and tamed stress, so she was going to make GOOD use of the spar.

[Prowl]

Prowl didn't reply to her words, just instead prepared himself for her attack. The tactician took a step back, watching Twister as she flipped from the roof, landing lightly on her feet. He was ready for the sudden attack, he had expected it. Sidestepping, he slid his chasis to the side, exposing his side, a blade in his hands as he moved back into a more desirable position, one easier, in his opinion, to defend. Prowl took another step back, transforming his hands for two blades, and swung his right one towards her upper chasis, his right attacking in the opposite direction, sliding gracefully towards her legs. Two could play at that game.

[Twister]

{"I was thinking hand to hand, but I can roll with this for now."} Twister's optics followed the blades like a hungry hawk as Prowl moved, anticipating the way he would step as each blade moved without moving until the time was right. She didn't budge at first until the lower strike to her leg arrived; she first parried with her right arm while simultaneously placing her heel forward then cross stepping closer to Prowl's front. Her right arm slid along Prowl's arm lightly towards his wrist while her left hand checked the arm near the elbow with an open palm.

Twister moved quick then and adjusted her stance as she simultaneously attempted to grab the wrist and use the checked hand to twist his arm counter clockwise into an awkward arm bar. The movement allowed her to easily avoid the lower strike and pretty much stopped the right blade from moving for now until he retaliated from this defensive move. It was one he would likely easily recognize but how he got out of it or avoided it was a different story, and one the femme was interested in seeing.