Main Characters: Mineral, Wrangle, and Skyhigh

Genre: Family/Self Importance

Rating: PG to PG-13

Mineral, Wrangle, and Skyhigh: 19NC_Medix

Transformers: Hasbro/Takara Tomy

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CLANG! Went two similar Roman designed swords as sparks flew off from the force of the slam.

SHHISK! Went the shriek as they slid off each other's sword and repeated the CLANG!

The smaller dark red mech was venting exhaustively from the straight sixteen hour training, but his slight hesitation sent him pinned down to the ground with his opponent's, or his sire's, sword just before his neck cables a centimeter.

"Still the same Mineral. No improvement. What have you've been doing the past SIXTEEN hours?!" stated a taller red mech with dark red highlights and yellow lowlights as he glared down at his son, or pupil, harshly. 

The youngling, Mineral, averted his optics to the left ashamedly as the larger mech released his hold, sheathing away his sword.

"You're too polite. How many fragging times have I said this by now? NO. FAIRNESS. Be the goody two ole peds, and that will be the death of you," added the older mech as he turned heel. "Remember, more sword fighting tomorrow. I want you earlier then the the normal time, understood?" he stated calmly before he left the arena.

Mineral sat up tiredly as he stretched out his sore metal, and ex-vented heavily in dismay before he picked himself up and sheathed away his own sword. The dark red mech limped over to the bench and sat down, leaning on the nearby table with dimmed optics.

"Hey Kid..." drawled on a voice from the door frame as the youngling perked up at it, recognizing it.

"Hello Uncle Skyhigh..." greeted Mineral, fatigue laced his polite tone as he forced himself to sit up straight on the bench.

The black and maroon mech chuckled in dismay as he shook his helm before he tossed his nephew a cube of Energon. The smaller mech's optics widened in surprise as he reached out to catch it but failed, resulting it on the ground.

"You're trying too hard at making your sire proud, you're ignoring my warnings," sighed Skyhigh as he swooped down and clutched the Energon cube in the servo, handing it over servo to servo to Mineral.

"I know Uncle Skyhigh, but I have to prove it to him that I am not weak..." replied Mineral as he sipped on the Energon.

"Weak? Kid I think you almost fainted! You've been training for sixteen hours straight of wrestling, sword fighting, military techniques, and insults! Yet you kept on going! Look at you! Look at how batter up you are! And I know what you will do next. You will stay up trying to train more, till the next day and repeated until you get sent to the medibay," he lectured with a sigh.

"But he is my sire Uncle Skyhigh... I have to make him feel that I am worth it!" argued back Mineral as finished the Energon cube.

All Skyhigh could do was sigh in dismay as he stood up. "Alright then. But I told you once, and I'll tell you again: Your sire is a master who doesn't understand the word compliment. Because he doesn't have any..."