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Done for :iconneondahlia:'s contest. I had to do the flames. It gives the whole "I kick ass" appeal in my personal opinion.


Every time I draw something I have to do a little story clip. So, uh, yeah. I wasn't sure if :iconneondahlia: would mind, but I named the femme "Spirit". She's a Stealth Bomber or B-2 Spirit, hence her name.

Oh, and Spirit's personal saying: "I'm Queen of the Skies, mess with me you die."

Anyway... here's the story clip.
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Spirit glanced at Prowl. He was leaning against the boulder they had taken cover behind. He had powered down his optics to save what little energy he had left.

As if sensing her gaze the tactition turned his head in her direction. There was obvious worry etched on his metal face.

Spirit placed her hand on his as a sign of reassurance before turning her attention to the fighting going on around them. Her programming sent a silent scream through her circuitry. It told her to fly. She was an Autobot Seeker, meant for flight, not ground.

She shoved her program's urging aside and rolled her optics as a F-16 Thunderbird did a barrel roll as it flew over head, whooping and shooting at Starscream. Wildkat (me) was obviously enjoying herself. Of course if it was taunting Starscream and slagging him off who wouldn't have fun?

Spirit nearly jumped out of her metal skin when Starscream, in his robot mode, hit the ground about 100 feet from her and Prowl. Her hand unconsciously gripped Prowl's hand. His finger's curled about her hand.

"I couldn't take all the fun!" Wildkat hollered as she circled a couple of times. She shot off, laughing like the psychopath she was.

Spirit was on her feet in an instant, releasing Prowl's hand. Her hands curled into fists and the blades jutting out from her elbows flipped so they lay along her forearms. Tiny dagger sized blades forced themselves through the delicate wiring in her elbow joints.

She launched herself at the grounded Starscream who was just getting to his feet. He was to close to Prowl for her comfort. And she wasn't about to let him get closer. She was just going to have to fix that.

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:iconneondahlia:
... WOW!:wow: I LOVE THIS! AND you added a story... you know I love Prowl!!!:worship: so beautiful!
:iconallmightysmiter:
That's why I added Prowlie in there. He's gonna kill me for calling him that... Anyway, this was the first time, I ever drew a TF. It was HARD.

--
"If you prick my finger I bleed red. Not pink. Not Blue. Not confetti. But red. Just like everyone else."

~Tom Blurpy

"Whats gone is forever lost, now all we can do is live."

"W00T! We will name him Sparkles and he shall be our squishy!" -*m-0h

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