Training!

[copperkitty]

WHO: Cheetor and Drift
WHERE: Vector's place atop one of the platforms
WHEN: Yesterday
WHAT: Drift is going to give Cheetor a little extra training
WARNINGS: Nuthin'

Now this was exciting! Cheetor found himself a teacher (quite unexpectedly too) and he was determined to do a good job. He even showed up at their designated spot early, just to show how eager he was to get started.

Nightmares about dying and never waking up again have haunted him for the past while, and this was what drove Cheetor to want to train harder. He had failed himself by dying, and failed Ultra Magnus by not being able to do what he said he could do. Hopefully some combat training would help him avoid that dying thing again. Cheetor did promise Kay after all.

Cheetor grinned and walked over to the edge of the platform and looked out over Cybertron. It still made him uneasy by how different it was to his Cybertron, but he decided that it was growing on him a little...

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[sword_redemption]

Drift couldn't do much here, without anything to fight. He couldn't build anything, he couldn't heal anything. All he could do was kill, and that didn't feel like enough.

But this was something useful, he thinks, as he rolls over the bridges that connect Vector's stronghold. Sometimes how to fight, how to protect yourself, was the right thing. And if he could teach someone something that would keep them alive, it would be a big tick indeed.

He transforms as he crosses onto the platform. "Cheetor. Sorry if I kept you waiting."

[copperkitty]

Cheetor spins around the moment Drift appears, and a wide smile instantly crosses his strongly feline face. At last, time to get started! He is going to be the best and most awesome student Drift will ever have, and hopefully Cheetor will make him proud too someday. Maybe he's hoping for too much here, since he was assuming he'd actually do well during this training.

"Nah, I just arrived!"

He bounds eagerly towards the other Autobot and tilts his head up at him. Why were most bots here much bigger than he is? Sure, Cheetor's no giant back home, but he's no scraplet either.

Not one to beat around the bush, Cheetor dives instantly in.

"So how are we gonna get started? Servo-to-servo combat? Weapons? I've got weapons! They're probably not the greatest weapons ever but I can totally work with them hey did you know I can move really really fast? Yeah I'm totally almost as fast as Blurr! Awesome right? I'm hoping to race him someday and maybe I'll end up being faster than he is and then I'll be the fastest person on this planet. Do you have an official title or am I just calling you Drift? Oh and thank you for agreeing to help me!"

Feel free to smack him upside the head and tell him to shut up, Drift.

[sword_redemption]

Cheetor is determined to be the best student: Drift only hopes he can be a competent instructor. He's never really done this before.

It's also a bit unusual to not be the smallest mech. He's never actually looked down on anyone before. It's...weird.

....wow that is like all the words ever. "I thought, well, we could start with hand to hand. Because your enemy can, you know, get you unarmed. It's important to know how to fight that way." He gives a nervous grin. "Drift's fine."

Drift steps back, to the center of the space, taking a relaxed stance. "Like, all right. You're trying to arrest me." Come at him, Cheetor. He wants to see what the other mech has.

[copperkitty]

Cheetor gave a firm nod. So they're starting with hand-to-hand? Well that's perfectly fine with him!

Oh wait they're doing stuff now? This seemed like an easy enough test, he did this sort of thing all the time! The only problem he ever really had was all the damage he tended to do while making an arrest. Apparently higher ups didn't like having three whole blocks trashed for the sake of a pickpocket. It wasn't his fault that nothing ever moved out of his way in time.

Right, back to the lesson.

"Here I come!"

Cheetor decided to take the most direct route: Springing high into the air and attempting to tackle his instructor from above.

[sword_redemption]

Yes. Yes he does come. And a grounder really, Drift figures, try not to give up his advantage--the ground--so easily.

Drift hooks one arm around whatever limb comes at him first, using the mech's own falling speed as momentum. He plants his own feet, attempting to swing Cheetor down, using his speed and momentum against him.

Time to see if he remembered anything Wing had taught him.

[copperkitty]

WHAM

The problem with moving as fast as he was going is that it gives Drift a lot of momentum to work with. Cheetor grunts as he's slammed into the ground with a considerable force. Instead of lying there, he pops right back up and spins around to launch himself at Drift again. This time he sticks closer to the ground and tries to sweep the other Autobot's legs out from under him.

[sword_redemption]

"That's the spirit!" Drift pivots as Cheetor flips up, keeping his guard up. Speed was definitely this one's strong suit. The down side of that was that he telegraphed everything: Drift can see the swipe at his legs coming from miles away.

"Good thought," Drift said, managing--barely--to leap out of the way. "We need to harness that speed, though."