Barricade doesn't often get to do anything like this anymore. The last time had been nearly a year ago, in fact. And really... he'd run out of desire to, for a long while. But here and now, and with the right music, he can cut loose and it's wonderful.

His own Cybertron had had much less in the way of strong martial traditions, relying more on armed combat. It was part of why Barricade had found a certain attraction to the traditions on Earth. Some in particular leant themselves to a less violent application that turned out to be good stress relief when he couldn't get into a tousle.

He's twisting his way out of a waist-level spin kick - modified for close quarters to keep from accidentally kicking anyone - when he notices Wing coming over. Barricade shifts onto his feet, grinning.

"It is; been too long. How about you? Enjoyin' yourself?"