She stopped immediately when Prime shouted, coming to a halt a few millimeters short of another strike to his chest. She dropped back, servos still at the ready on the small chance he might be using this as a distraction.
“Should I slow down? You said you were interested in learning better hand-to-hand techniques.”
It was nothing close to a distraction, and when Prowl backed off, Optimus too staggered backwards to put some distance between them. A huff of steam ex-vented before he processed the question. Oh.
“No - I am still wishing to learn,” he quickly replied. “I was not... Expecting such a ferocious first lesson.”
Under the officer’s visor’d glare, he couldn’t help but feel prickles of judgement at the outer edge of his Field. Another confrontation with the fact he’d intruded on her Universe and world; It sent a pang of guilt through his systems.
Readjusting, he brought both his fists up as a sign of readiness.
