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W-w-what?! Blues made a grab for his shield, but all too soon it was beating him over the head. He yelped a few times, hand flying up to fend off the shield only for it to be tossed out of his reach.

s**t.

Any hits that managed to hit the bot hurt. Blues had never had strong armor, thus the need for the shield in the first place. What would have been normal punches to the other bots hurt him double. By the time Forte swept his legs out from under him, Blues was stumbling and fell right into Forte's arms.

Still, stubbornness won out and the red general growled and tried to shove the other away from him. It was a weak effort, clearly drained of most of his fight and yet refusing to give in. That was just the way Blues was.

"No."

The strangled noise that Blues made as Forte kissed him was likely rather amusing. Blues was in full on battle mode, so when a kiss hit him next instead of a fist? Well..it was confusing, and he wasn't quite sure how to react.

But then he was away from Forte and the other was apparently stopping the fight.
"I can keep going!"
He growled, further frustrated by the fact Forte was calling this off. He wasn't finished. He could keep going! He didn't need the other taking it easy on him!

He wasn't broken god damnit!.

"I don't -give up-. And neither would you."
Giving up in a real fight meant death. This wasn't a real fight...but Blues treated most scenarios in full on serious mode.

For now he was moving aside to retrieve his shield and doing his best to not act like a huffy child. ...He wasn't very successful at that part.

Blues snarled at the other as he blocked his path, quickly dropping down to avoid the blast. Oh, he had found his fight. Forte wanted him to come at him?

Fine.

When the red general moved again it was to dart forward at Forte with everything he had. He fired off a few blasts with his gun, quickly following up with his fist as he tried to drive back the other general. He needed to get his paws back on his shield, then the could win.

But...that meant getting through Forte first. Which could definitely be a problem, but Blues let himself slip into full combat mode in an effort to win.

There were a few problems here.

Blues, in full combat mode, was rather reckless. He had a bad habit of throwing himself headfirst into any situation, which is how he ended up taking on the entire army. He fought hard, dealing blows without remorse. On lower bots it had worked rather well...but when dealing with Forte who was damn near the perfect combat machine?

Well s**t.

Sure, he had gotten his hits in, but it had earned him a blast directly to the chest. If he had armor, this would have been fine! If he had his shield, it would have been fine too! But Blues had neither. He simply had his usual bodysuit on over the thin metal that made up the majority of his body. Most of the Masters had thicker armor. To Blues, that shield was his armor. Pretty much the entirety of it.

That shield was a necessity. Fighting without it wasn't an option. It's why he carried it around like a damn security blanket, even when he wasn't armed.

The blast hit him fully, sending the bot flying backwards with a pained cry. He hit the ground hard, laying there a good long minute before he forced himself to sit back up. His helmet had flown off, teeth (god damn that missing one) bared in a pained grimace.

Then he simply said ******** it and let himself go, flopping back to the ground with a whimper.

As it was, Blues didn't have too much actual damage to himself. Nothing he couldn't repair on his own at least. He was just tired, and his pride was bruised. He'd be fine though, with some rest and an E-tank. For now he allowed the nuzzling and hair petting, and when he felt he could he moved to pull himself from the ground. He did manage to get to his feet...but he was going to lean heavily on Forte for the moment.

"Good match."
There was a brief pause.
"...I could have kept going."
Hard headed? Definitely.

...Yeah he was leaning on Forte more and more.
"...I don't know -how- to fight without my shield. It's in my programming, I just...."
Blues trailed off with a half hearted growl. This was damn -frustrating-.

OH COME ON.

"Forte!"
Blues was -trying- to sound authoritative, but the way it came out...just sounded like a drawn out whine. The red General squirmed, growling a bit.
"I can walk, I don't need to be carried."

....It was sort of -nice-, but it was embarrassing as hell and was afraid someone else would see before they got into the room. UGH.

He did, at least, mumble out a thanks for helping him train. It...wouldn't hurt to learn more about fighting without his shield. He didn't -like- the idea but...well he had a feeling Forte wouldn't leave him alone until he did.

"FORTE!"
Blues raised his voice and -did- sound irritated. This was RIDICULOUS. He could walk! And oh, he was so close to just reaching out and giving Forte's tail a nice hard -yank-. That would make the other put him down.

He had reached forward to do just that when he found himself dropped on the bed, an E-tank joining him a moment later. Blues gave the other an unamused -pout-..but did pick up that E-tank.

"...Thank you."
Ughhh. Blues' ears were flattened back in embarrassment, but there wasn't anything he could do about the carrying now. Might as well open the E-tank and take a nice long sip.