"Arcee, I don't think this is what Optimus meant when he said be creative during battle. Maybe we could find another way to train rather than…what's the sport called again?" Bulkhead whimpered.

The blue femme laughed at her fellow Autobots complaints, "It's called jousting. You take two horses, in this case dragons, and you stay at one end of the runway while your opponent stays at the other. Both of us wield lances, or rather logs because we don't want to kill each other now, and when the signal is stimulated, we run at each other and try to hit one another off our steed. If one person falls off, the remaining opponent wins. If both fall off, we have to duel in hand to hand combat until one gives up. Got that so far?"

She heard the big mech gulp. "Yeah, got it. Oh boy, this is going to end badly."

"Aw, come on. You have a clear advantage."

Bulkhead narrowed his optics, "Yeah, but for a small femme, your strength rivals even that of Optimus'!"

"Then we're fair, are we not?" Arcee smirked.

He muttered something she didn't catch and mounted Demon who was covered in a red painted tarp with dark grey spots and had reins in his mouth to resemble a knight's horse. Bulkhead knew he didn't like being dressed up for such stupid things but they needed some type of animal-like bots to complete the jousting game. "Why did I even agree to this?" He complained.

"Because you owe Miko for accidently crushing half of her house while her family was on vacation. Since I'm her guardian, you also owe me because I was the one who had to explain everything! Besides, it's only for today. After a few matches, you'll be free to go," the green mech said.

"Also, why does my opponent have to be Tigressa? She'll bite the scrap out of me when we bypass each other!"

Bulkhead rolled his optics, "Quit complaining. The sooner we get this over with, the better. Trust me, I hate this just as much as you."

Demon groaned, "At least you're not the stupid pony in this game."

On the other end, Arcee mounted her own steed, Tigressa, who was far too big for being a horse copy but she agreed to the terms the two-wheeler had announced. She had a black tarp with white zebra print lining the edge. She too had reins but wasn't as mellow about it as her twin was. Occasionally, she snapped her head back in an attempt shake off the unruly sheet and spit out the metal bar that was attached to the muzzle.

The blue femme noticed how restless the tiger-dragon was becoming and stroked the side of her neck like riders did with their animals. She stopped when the ears of her steed pointed back towards her in anger.

She turned back to her awaiting enemy, "Ready?"

The green mech held up his log. "As much as I will ever be!"

Arcee leveled her log to horizontally line up with Bulkhead and Demon before waiting for the signal.

Two Vehicons stood on a ramp built to observe and one held his blaster up before firing, watching intensely like a child viewing his favorite show.

Tigressa jolted at the sound, kicking away at the dirt to get a good starting sprint. On all fours she ran, breathing in heavily as she spotted Demon doing the same with his rider pointing the tree truck directly at her and Arcee. She didn't bother to look at the log parallel with her sight since it wasn't the one she was concerned about.

Both dragons drew closer to one another, growing bothered by the weight and the presence of each other. Kanjians hated their own kind coming at them with no reason or during events. They all got it in their minds that the only reason one would run at another was to harm, so they automatically became hostile despite it being only a mere game. Sometimes, they would randomly lash out at anybody close by to warn them that they were no longer in the mood to play.

Despite Tigressa knowing her brother was not meaning to harm her, she still grew unnerved that when they passed one another and the impact of the logs clashing against the riders, sending vibrations through both their frames, the tiger-dragon suddenly twisted her helm and bit down upon the shoulder of the red and black mech. When she slowed down to see what had happened, she noted that Arcee was still on her but Bulkhead was on the ground, shaking off the blow while Demon reared back in pain not too far from the green Wrecker's position.

"You cheating little…ah! I call cheating on Tigressa's part. You aren't allowed to bite the other steed! That's a felony! Disqualified!"

Tigressa trotted to him with a smirk, "There was nothing in the rules that said anything about horse on horse contact. I'm untouchable!"

"Bulkhead! Are you okay?" Arcee said as she kneeled beside him.

"Fine, a little dizzy, but fine. I have to say," he coughed, "that was some thrill ride. Honestly, I want to do that again. But hopefully, I'll hit you off instead!"

"Yeah, right! Try as you will, I'm never falling!"

"We'll see about that, femme!"

Demon began ranting again, "Untouchable, my aft! Horses don't bite the scrap out of others unless they become annoyed by each other's presence. We only were near each other for less than five seconds!"

"Everything about you annoys me, that's why. Now are we going to argue or are we going to do battle with Arcee and Chubbsy-Ubbsy over there?"

"Whatever," the dragon scowled.

Arcee climbed onto Tigressa once more, "Another joust, my dear opponent?"

Bulkhead had some trouble but eventually sat atop his trusty steed. "Ready when you are, two-wheeler!"

"Let's go!" Arcee growled as Tigressa roared at her brother, who in return bellowed back before stomping a clawed servo on the dusty ground.

AN: To us, Jousting wouldn't be an insane antic, but to Transformers...I don't think they know the dangers of such a game. Next up, Skydiving!