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*Or, alternatively, please get him back in shape Forte because he's been laying around an awful lot lately*

Blues had spent a bit of time resting and generally adjusting to the fact he was now...well...blue. With the fur color change it seemed like his old name just suited him way better, so for the most part he had gone back to being known as Blues.

...Except during any military thing, then he was going to insist on being called General or General Proto. Yes Bass, even by you (though it likely wouldn't stick anyway).

They had even managed to get his tail mostly working! It still glitched every now and then, but it should be completely fixed with just a minor adjustment or two. For now though, Blues was tired of resting and hiding away in Bass' room. The bot wanted out, and he was definitely itching for a battle. ..A normal one, and not one against some crazy bomb wielding Citizen.

Blues stepped into the large training area, shield in hand and a confident smirk on his face. Today he wore his helmet, not wanting any random remarks about his little ears distracting him from training. It was also likely to deter Bass from randomly chewing on them as they fought. Hrmph.

Well, he had told Bass to meet him here at this time...now where was he?

Ah, there he was. Smug as always...good old Bass. Or...Forte as he was now named. The other general is what he was getting at. Yes.

...Kitten?!
"No...but I am ready to kick yours."
Blues took a moment to ensure his own blaster was ready and charged, throwing his own smirk back at Forte. ....His was still missing a tooth, but it really didn't bother Blues all that much.

Especially not now, because he had a goal of punching Forte in the face before the other could rub his face into the mat.

Without another word, the red bot darted forward to charge at Forte. He led with his shield, fully intending to bash it into the other General and knock him off balance.

Blues was knocked slightly off balance by his head suddenly being used as a damn springboard, and even further so by the swift kick to his a**. Still, he managed to stay upright and even swing his shield back at the other to try and hit him.

Just out of range though, hrmph.

"And you're a bit too -showy-."
He just grinned again, moving around the other to try and find a weakness. Hard thing to spot on Forte, the bot was usually rather flawless. Why had he ever fallen in love with a flawed thing like himself?

...Depressing thoughts Blues, get those out of your head.

So, he simply charged again, dropping down to skid forward on his shield at the last moment and try to take out Bass' legs.

The moment Forte was no longer on the ground, Blues stepped off his shield and stomped it with his boot. The shield flew up into his hand, which he then immediately ducked under to protect himself from the blast. If anything, he was -quite- skilled in handling that shield. He was more than capable of going an entire fight with only it and not his blaster, if it was necessary.

"Fancy flying there, I'm a -bit- jealous...take me for a flight sometime, would ya?"

His wings didn't allow flight but his shield did. It wasn't something he needed to use indoors though. No, instead he waited for Forte to charge him, and moved in to issue his own attack. Though his came in the form of bringing up his shield to meet Forte's fist at full speed. Blues had already readied himself to deal with the resulting shockwave from the impact.

A pout? ...Yeah, he definitely didn't look impressed. Stupid Forte and his stupid flying wings. Blues had yet to figure out the function of his wings...besides annoying the hell out of Forte. That was kind of important...

However, he did have to grin at the other's reaction to hitting his shield. Heh, fluffy tail!
"Come on, why n---"
There it was, the moment he was so confident in his own abilities that he slipped up and Forte knocked him clear off his feet. Blues hit the ground hard, keeping his shield over himself to protect from whatever Forte threw at him next. His other arm remained uncovered, moving to shoot a blast up at the other bot.

He would argue that he didn't need retraining, and he certainly wasn't a kid! Unfortunately...both of those statements were entirely true. Blues just refused to admit it.

Moved? You bet your a** he moved. Blues could be fast when he wanted to be, and while the other was busy snapping his teeth and generally being irate he had gotten to his feet and moved.

Where? Why...right behind Forte of course. He gave the first few notes of his signature whistle tune, before lunging forward to ram into Forte's back with his shield.

Well s**t.

Blues' eyes widened as the other sent the barrage of blasts. Well, okay, this was becoming more of an all out brawl than a training session. He couldn't dodge all those blasts, so instead he braced himself behind his shield. Ha! Thank goodness his Father had given him this so long ago, it was perfect!

He moved the shield away so he could get a shot at Forte...only to be hit by the last of the barrage. Damnit he had counted wrong! The blast hit him square in the chest and knocked him clear on his furry a**.

That had hurt.
"DAMNIT FORTE."
Blues was snarling, moving to get his feet back under him at this point.

The punch hit him, Forte earning a yelp from the other General. Still, he wasn't about to give in. Blues was stubborn, and quite used to going against the odds. No way he'd give in after just a few hits!

"Sorry Forte, you aren't going to win that easily. Are you tiring out already, hrm?"
He'd have to guess how drained Blues was, because even if he was running on near empty he'd still push himself to fight. He moved to slam his shield into Forte again and squirm to get away.

So long as that shield was in his hand, Blues could fight.