Post by Nines on Nov 29, 2017 1:17:04 GMT
It had been a ages, but when Nines caste a stare at the Autobot training facility, he couldn't help but grin. it was precisely as he remembered. The deep scarlet and worn white mech made his way to the training weapons rack as he glanced around at the marvel he recognized as the training center.
it was large, with several generously sized sparing rings. Some where not simply just a broad flat expanse of floor, one or two were linked into the wall, or had a few had a miniature wall sticking out in the direct center of the fighting ring. Of course, these large rectangular obstacles could be folded into the floor via remote control, but Nines distinctively remembered his own trainers showing him how to utilize them in combat. So he'd keep them up.
He found his weapon of choice: a firm solid metal staff. It had no spear tips at the end of it, nor maces, or any sort of blade. It was merely a firm stick. Nines grasped it, feeling how smooth it was in his servo. His blue eyes sparkled a small smile as he inspected it. He remembered so many times how his trainers had given it that gleam in their eye. Now it was his turn--though he doubted he was nearly as capable as they were. Still. He was to spar with Lightrose, and if it turned out that she needed some assistance with her fighting techniques he'd offer help if need be. He turned to the door, waiting for her as he selected a fighting ring built into a wall to wait in~
it was large, with several generously sized sparing rings. Some where not simply just a broad flat expanse of floor, one or two were linked into the wall, or had a few had a miniature wall sticking out in the direct center of the fighting ring. Of course, these large rectangular obstacles could be folded into the floor via remote control, but Nines distinctively remembered his own trainers showing him how to utilize them in combat. So he'd keep them up.
He found his weapon of choice: a firm solid metal staff. It had no spear tips at the end of it, nor maces, or any sort of blade. It was merely a firm stick. Nines grasped it, feeling how smooth it was in his servo. His blue eyes sparkled a small smile as he inspected it. He remembered so many times how his trainers had given it that gleam in their eye. Now it was his turn--though he doubted he was nearly as capable as they were. Still. He was to spar with Lightrose, and if it turned out that she needed some assistance with her fighting techniques he'd offer help if need be. He turned to the door, waiting for her as he selected a fighting ring built into a wall to wait in~