1088/Practice.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock was standing in the one of the training suits, her new stave in her right hand as she was looking down at the drone she'd defeated once more, and huffed, kneeling down, her hand sliding down the stave as she started resetting it once more, clearly irritated and dejected as she did, the silly thing really didn't given her the type of training she'd been looking for.

      Once she was back up she'd start fiddling with music radio she'd had set on the side lines, looking for a specific channel.

**Blurr has posed:**
    Starlock isn't the only one looking to put some new equipment to the test, it seems. The doors slide apart and Blurr enters, stopping for a moment to watch her huff irritably at the drones.

    "So is it too hard, or not hard enough?" he asks casually, leaning against a wall as she goes to fiddle with her music stream.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Purple and golden optics moved to look up at Blurr, her lips still pressed into a then line. "...Buggy, too easy as well.. I've had better combatants on the field." She'd state in a somber tone, before looking back down, finding what she wanted as a slow, electronic piano like sound started coming from the radio as she stepped back onto the field.

**Blurr has posed:**
    "Oh, did I hear someone say 'too easy'?" Blurr replies, smirking. "Well, if you need something that's more of a challenge, then I'd be happy to oblige." He offers, moving toward the center of the simulator. Never can say 'no' to an opportunity to show off, right?

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock's frown wouldn't let up, but she did raise a ridge from her half-shuttered position of her poptics and shrugged, she'd take a moment to stretch as the music started picking up from the piano into a /much/ faster speed with other instruments.

      She'd spin the stave between her fingers deftly before taking a defensive stance. "Ready when you are." She'd state with her stave point towards him as her battle mask slipped into place.

**Blurr has posed:**
    Blurr doesn't appear to take any kind of stance, other than just standing there with his arms folded, and a smirk still on his face. "Sure, we'll start off easy, how about that?" he nods, beckoning her forth with a 'come at me' look.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock merely gave a nod as she suddenly took a quick hop back, glaring at him, and pressed a button on her stave, it suddenly retracting into a small pole that she slaps onto her belt and she transforms, her four headlights kicking on suddenly.

**Blurr has posed:**
    Blurr catches the movement, then as she transforms he jumps back, sidestepping behind one of the barriers that happened to be up as part of the training exercise and line of sighting the beams. "Nice feint, but but not fast enough!" he calls out from behind his cover.

    He turns, sliding across the floor between the barrier he had chosen before, and another directly across from it. As he propels himself forward, he pulls out that notorious stun gun and fires it at Starlock.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock would grunt as she'd be hit with his TechVolt, attempting to struggle out of the servo lock the electricity was causing. "Not... Just a feint." She'd state cripticly.

**Blurr has posed:**
    Once she's down, Blurr runs up to her and puts a photon blaster to her neck. "Gotcha." he says, chuckling, though he doesn't actually fire, even though in here, it would only be simulated damage. The speedster withdraws the weapon, stepping back away from her to give her space to recover from that.

    "Oh?" he arches a brow at her when she claims it wasn't just a feint. "What else was it, then?" he inquires.

**Starlock has posed:**
     There's silence form starlock, as she finally gets her servos unstuck and there is a loud squealing from her tires as she starts quickly backing up. "<<Use your head.>>"

      She'd finally respond as she swerved around, transforming back into her Robot mode in a slide with streaks of purple light following behind her as her pede boosters had activated. She'd pull out her stave once more and lunged after him with a quick thrust of her stave.

**Blurr has posed:**
    "Other than a slow, feeble attempt to dampen my optical field, I'm not so sure." Blurr chuckles. When she jabs at him with her stave, he actually doesn't just dodge, but instead an arm comes up quickly and deftly, catching the other end of it with one hand before it can strike him. Then he brings up his other hand to get an even better grip and twists, jerking it hard sideways in an attempt to knock her off of her feet.

**Starlock has posed:**
     When he got close to her, he'd hear a "Heh" escape her voice box. She'd be thrown though, she keeps a death grip on her stave, and in a bid to keep it with her, and would quickly recover, rolling back onto the 'roller blades' of her pedes and charge him once more, ignoring the dent damage to her new armor.

      "Then you better sort it out quick, I'm a medic, not a warrior." She'd hint, as she jabbed once more at Blurr with her stave,after releasing the lock on her auxiliary tank.

**Blurr has posed:**
    "I dunno, I'm doing pretty good thus far." Blurr remarks, watching her roll into a fairly smooth recovery. He wasn't trying to steal the weapon from her, so she won't get any resistance there.

    "Not a bad recovery, but you know it would have been better if it hadn't even been necessary in the first place, right? Aim high, you might surprise yourself." he smirks, watching her as she charges with her staff again. This time he does twist out of the way, the stave instead just poking at the air. He takes the opportunity then to attempt a flank and deliver a swift jab to her side.

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Please, when do I don't have to aim high?" She'd ask with a quirk of a ridge, and a hiss through her denta, she, after all, was a mini-bot.

      She'd start getting some distance away from Blurr and went into a defencive stance, before pulling the hose of her auxiliary tank and hooked it to a port that lead directly into her fuel lines.

**Blurr has posed:**
    Blurr lets Starlock put distance between them, simply turning to face her with his hands on his hips as he watches her refuel. "Well, maybe it's not quite high enough." he shrugs. "Eh, don't feel bad, Sarge. Most average soldiers are hard pressed to best me in close quarters combat. So considering you're not the biggest and a medic by trade, you're doing pretty good, yeah? Hope this is working for ya as far as honing your skills." he says, though his tone is somewhat dry, and his expression is still just smug all over. "Definitely let me know if it's too much, though I'm afraid this is the easiest setting I can do." the speedster jokes.

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Still standing, aren't I?" She'd ask, her optics settling into a squint as she watches his pedes. "We'll see." She'd add on as the hose to her auxiliary tank whirls itself back into place and she'd speed after him once more. She really wasn't much for talking, that and her choice of music was becoming apparent as the next song kicks on and it's just as fast pace and heavy as the last.

**Blurr has posed:**
    "That's because I haven't really hit you that hard yet." Blurr points out, as Starlock once again tries to get him with the stave. "I feel bad, you know? Given you haven't even -touched- me." he chuckles, once again easily evading the weapon. "You sure you don't wanna go back to the drones?" The speedster asks teasingly. "Maybe you can just uh, turn 'em up a level. You -do- know they have different difficulty settings, right?"

    He attempts to dart behind her and again knock her off of her feet, this time by kicking at the back of her legs.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock grins a bit behind her mask even though she's struck, and goes tumbling forward, but bounces herself right back up, despite the simulated sparks flying from damaged wires in her left arm "Yeah, I've not hit you, however...." she'd state in an almost sinister tone, as she kept an optic on his pedes again, and once more lunged at him.

**Blurr has posed:**
    "However what?" Blurr prods, when she doesn't finish her sentence. "I could do this all solar cycle, trust me. But can you?" He brings up an arm, blocking the staff again and sort of swatting it away. "C'mon, stop telegraphing all your moves. You feinted earlier, do it again but this time do it better. Faster." He darts around her again, his body blurring into a blue and white streak, before it stops in front of her this time and he aims for a swift uppercut.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock hisses in pain as she's struck, an alarm starting to go off, one of her glasses lens cracking, and energon leaking from behind her mask, but she knows well this is her chance. "I'm not the one running low on fuel, now am I?" She'd ask, taking another jab at him.

**Blurr has posed:**
    "Maybe, maybe not, but you're definitely the one running low on -health-." Blurr points out, grinning triumphantly. "Which is the thing that really counts, because if you're dead or stasis locked, fuel doesn't much meatter, does it now?" Again, the stave is jabbed at him, but he sidesteps this time, avoiding it. "Primus, you're making me feel -bad-, honestly! I can't even hit you back in good conscience!" he laughs.

**Starlock has posed:**
     "You're problem, not mine." She'd stat bluntly in response to his teasing, she was clearly focusing on the fight, rolling her pauldrons at the injuries she'd sustained. "It's still a tactical strategy, and one I need to learn over all." Now if she could just get one hit in, as she once more goes for the jab with her pole, which is sparking with electricity.

**Blurr has posed:**
    Blurr laughs. "What's tactically sound, not being able to hit me?" he taunts. "I'm intrigued, why don't you tell me about it? As in, tell me about how missing is a good strategy?" He again twists out of the way easily as the staff comes his way again. "Seriously, I really am curious."

**Starlock has posed:**
     She'd pant and take a moment to tend to her wounds as he tried taunting her again. "It's not that hard to figure out.. Unless I'm overestimating my own intelligence... I make you waste fuel, and I hold out long enough till back up shows."

      She'd state with a raised ridge. "I doubt I'll ever win one on one against anyone, so, just need to live as long as possible till I see an exit point, or back up shows." She'd huff. "Fairly, also trying to learn how to use some of my new weapons together." she'd roll her optics.

**Blurr has posed:**
    "Oh, I take it the stick is new, huh?" Blurr remarks. "I figured. But maybe you should go back to the drones with that, turn up the difficulty setting like I said. I know I said aim high, but looks to me like you aren't quite ready for someone like me just yet, at least not with that thing." he says, pointing at the new weapon.

**Starlock has posed:**
     "again, te drone is pathetic." She'd state dryly. "Doesn't even strike back half the blasted time." She'd vent an aggravated huff. "Like smelt i'm going to find anyone that wants to train with me anyway." She'd grumble with an roll of her optics, taking a moment to calm herself down.

**Blurr has posed:**
    Blurr shrugs. "Well I dunno, pick out one of those harder holomatter scenarios. Or maybe find someone more your uh, level? And size. But anyway if it's any consolation, if I were some stupid Decepticon, I probably would've tired myself out by now and you'd probably have backup so I'd say you're all good on your little biding time strategy." he says, waving a hand dismissvely.

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Perhaps." She'd state, calibrating her systems, she'd frown and roll her optics. "No." she'd state simply, clearly growing agitated but keeping her tone level, and neutral. "If I keep taking on things 'my level' I won't learn squat..." She'd vent a huff. "If you don't want to keep going, that's fine, I won't make you." She'd glance down to the broken wires as she worked.

**Blurr has posed:**
    "Okay, okay," Blurr laughs. "I meant like just someone maybe only a little bit more advanced than you, instead of a -lot-, if you know what I mean? You won't make much progress if you can't even hit your target once." he says, then shrugs. "I mean, I'm doing this for you, so if you insist on continuing to jab at the air next to me with a stick, then knock yourself out." he smirks.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock's optics settle into a deadpan look. "Blurr, name someone like that." She'd state dryly, ready to start shooting down names as she double checked her systems, knowing full well he didn't remember, and normally she'd not get a chance like this on the field.

**Blurr has posed:**
    "Oh, I don't know, maybe like that one other fembot who was trying to help Hot Rod at that gala earlier?" Blurr suggests. "She looked like she was about your size, but she outranks you a little bit so maybe a little more experienced?" he shrugs. "I mean I don't know you so can't expect me to know who'd be a good fit. -You're- supposed to know that."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock's rolls her optics again, biting her tongue from saying something very mean. "Yeah, no, i've already had a few fights with Swivel... Also, no, my size isn't the problem, fact that's the /opposite/ of a problem for me, larger targets mean they have a harder time hitting me, and thus waste fuel and ammo." She'd vent a sigh, not enjoying being treated as if she was stupid.

      Her optics going to the floor and just shook her helm, dropping whatever was on her mind. "Yeah, don't know me, never really bothered to try.... Just assumed a lot of me, and ran off, so." She'd shrug, and start heading for her radio.

**Blurr has posed:**
    "Not me." Blurr smirks, in regard to having trouble hitting her because of being larger. "I don't think I've missed even once. But you know, you're right. I'm not most mechs, most people probably -would- have some trouble. I was just saying, she just looked like maybe a good partner for you, since you asked, but I've never seen you spar with her, so I couldn't really say."

    He stares, puzzled at her last comment. "You're talking in past tense, and I've never seen you before. so..." But then he stops himself. "Oh, wait yeah maybe I have seen you before, I saw you at the gala, that's right. But I didn't even talk to you then so dunno what the slag you're talking about."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Blurr, you're not dumb." She'd look over him with her optics settled into a half-shuttered position. "Look through past training logs, look at the board in the barracks." She'd state simple as she picked up the radio, and waited as the training simulator cleared her damage.

      "....You are a jerk, but your not dumb."

**Blurr has posed:**
    "You think I haven't?" Blurr questions. "I mean maybe you were in my training group a few times but I never talked to you. And whoever wrote that in in the barracks just put my name there to be funny or something, 'cause it sure as slag wasn't me."

    Brows go up as she calls him a jerk. "Hooookay." he shakes his head. "Whatever I did to you, I didn't mean to -offend-. You seemed to want a harder sparring partner, but like I said I can only go so easy without just turning into a punching drone." Though he doesn't exactly sound apologetic at all.

**Starlock has posed:**
     She'd stare at him a moment, almost confused, but /a lot/ of tension melts away from her. "....Thanks, I guess." She'd glance away and vent a sigh. "Bit late, kinda incincer, but eh.. guess it works." She'd shrug, at this point she's mumbling to herself, before looking to Blurr.

      "I don't want a sparring drone, I want someone who won't go easy just because I'm a medic, I've not gotten this far because of people being easy on me, smelt I am being target by the cons because I do my job /too/ well on the battlefield." She'd state pointedly, with knitted ridges, and walked over to the drone to demonstrate just how.. ineffective, it was.

**Blurr has posed:**
    "Smelt, you couldn't even hit me -once- and I was going easy on you. You need a sparring partner that fits your level better." Blurr replies.

    Then he scoffs at her thanks. "Thanks for -what-? Don't you go mistaking that for an apology, Sarge. That was definitely -not- an apology. I just wanted to make it clear that I wasn't -intentionally- trying to get your axles in a twist, and also that if you did, you were asking for it."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "..Blurr that's still an acknowledgment that you were not trying to be a jerk." She'd point out with a flat look as the drone doesn't attack her as she /stands/ there beside it, she'd huff with a frown.

      "...Forget it, I don't know why I'm trying, I already stated I don't want to be friends with someone who's just going to throw me away." She'd sigh and make for the door, realizing her talking was in vain, as well as an low anger building, trying to remember he was a victim in this.

**Blurr has posed:**
    Blurr just watches her leave, shrugging. "Okay. Whatever you say, uh, whatever your name is." He waits until she's out the door, then loads up some racing scenarios.