Post by Short Stack on Apr 15, 2015 19:24:43 GMT
The First Day....
(Minor gore towards the end)
Smack!
A small yelp of pain echoed through the room.
Thwack!
No yelp came after, and the noise was different, as if a blow was blocked. More thwacks of the same nature followed, until the pattern was broken again.
Smack! Thump!
A yelp, followed by a grown was once more heard, as a silhouette swung a staff a smaller shadow's legs, tripping him.
Father, Must we continue?
The smaller silhouette said to the larger one.
Yes. I don't like it just as much as you, but you must learn to fight.
The larger figure helped the smaller to his feet,and they went back to it, the larger one keeping a wide, two handed grip on his staff and swinging the left side down, and it smacked against the smaller one's staff. The larger one kept the assault, swinging the right side horizontally, and another crack sounded as it was blocked once more. The father swung the right side up, hitting the little one's chin, and he fell to the ground with a thump from the blow.
I suppose we have done enough for today. You may go.
Thank you father.
The little one scurried off out of the room, the larger one hanging his helm and sighing. The little one ran through the secluded home, and went out the small opening that possibly housed a door at one point. He stepped about it, trying to remember where he was. Cybertron? Yeah, but where? Shortstock didn't know exactly, but he saw more figures marching towards him. Scouts, but not autobot scouts. He looked around, grabbing the blade near the opening and darting behind a nearby fuel tank. He waited until the scouts were at the door, then acted like his father had taught him. But his muscles wouldn't move. He was supposed to kill them. He gritted his dentas and rushed out, driving the blade upwards and diagonally, through the masked scout's spark, the energon-stained blade protruding from the other. Shortstock drew the blade out of the body and swung it at the other scout's unguarded knee joint, severing it. The scout fell to the ground, yelling, but was shortly silenced when the sparkling impaled his blade through the scout's faceplate, causing energon to taint the floor about them, and splatter onto the little mech's faceplate, as he realized that he'd just killed something, and froze up. The father, worried by the yell the scout had managed to get out, ran outside, skidding to a halt when he saw the bloody scene, with a look of horror on his face.
Father.
(Minor gore towards the end)
Smack!
A small yelp of pain echoed through the room.
Thwack!
No yelp came after, and the noise was different, as if a blow was blocked. More thwacks of the same nature followed, until the pattern was broken again.
Smack! Thump!
A yelp, followed by a grown was once more heard, as a silhouette swung a staff a smaller shadow's legs, tripping him.
Father, Must we continue?
The smaller silhouette said to the larger one.
Yes. I don't like it just as much as you, but you must learn to fight.
The larger figure helped the smaller to his feet,and they went back to it, the larger one keeping a wide, two handed grip on his staff and swinging the left side down, and it smacked against the smaller one's staff. The larger one kept the assault, swinging the right side horizontally, and another crack sounded as it was blocked once more. The father swung the right side up, hitting the little one's chin, and he fell to the ground with a thump from the blow.
I suppose we have done enough for today. You may go.
Thank you father.
The little one scurried off out of the room, the larger one hanging his helm and sighing. The little one ran through the secluded home, and went out the small opening that possibly housed a door at one point. He stepped about it, trying to remember where he was. Cybertron? Yeah, but where? Shortstock didn't know exactly, but he saw more figures marching towards him. Scouts, but not autobot scouts. He looked around, grabbing the blade near the opening and darting behind a nearby fuel tank. He waited until the scouts were at the door, then acted like his father had taught him. But his muscles wouldn't move. He was supposed to kill them. He gritted his dentas and rushed out, driving the blade upwards and diagonally, through the masked scout's spark, the energon-stained blade protruding from the other. Shortstock drew the blade out of the body and swung it at the other scout's unguarded knee joint, severing it. The scout fell to the ground, yelling, but was shortly silenced when the sparkling impaled his blade through the scout's faceplate, causing energon to taint the floor about them, and splatter onto the little mech's faceplate, as he realized that he'd just killed something, and froze up. The father, worried by the yell the scout had managed to get out, ran outside, skidding to a halt when he saw the bloody scene, with a look of horror on his face.
Father.