A Promise to be Kept
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âThis time for sure,â is repeated with a nod and a confident grin. Heâd been so close lately, inches behind MZ in their proverbial race. Always, always on the edge, before slipping up. His sparring partner didnât have to be unpredictable to win, just faster, always faster and stronger. The physical disadvantage was an inherent problem neither could solve, but one the Light-bot was determined to work around. If he fought smarter, stayed focused, that was the only chance he had. Any trick he used now would be a one time opportunity, for the next time they met, his partner would have a counter.Â
MZ doesnât make mistakes after all. âTry not tâ feel bad when you lose~â The familiar hiss of the blondâs saber is met with an echo of the shorterâs own blade igniting. Rock mimicking the stance he was taught before it changes, the decision to move found in only a fraction of a second. Come in strong and donât let up. If you hesitate heâll win, again. Rockâs charging, blade coming in hard for a wide side slash to initiate, colorful fire-like plasma streaking behind it.Â
Such confidence. If Rock won, that was the point, wasnât it? And yet the vamploid found himself with a feeling he couldnât name. A sort of leaded weight that made him fight harder, move faster, commit every new scheme the Light-bot came up with to memory. It wasnât pride, at this point, was it?
The androidâs movements are a blur, impressive if MZ couldnât do the same, and yet that at least he feels initially proud for. Flipping back, a low whir that would have been lost behind the hum of their sabers rings at the edge of his hearing. Dodging, dodging, waiting for an opening...Â
Theyâre at a stalemate, if he moves, the blade would connect, and yet if he moved he could deliver a solid blow to his Mateâs defenses. MZ was aware of the tactic, had used it himself even, but it had holes. If one of them were faster...
His boots ignited, shredding the jeans that had been covering them with a burst of fire, the which caught onto his saber as he spun-- a flaming wheel that scorched as he blazed forward. It carved a path in the tile, the ground burning behind him.













