The ice shards in the air raked across his paint as he flew down the track. With his doorwings tucked back for speed, Prowl began to inch past Jazz. However, Jazz had a trick up his sleeve, turning and forcing Prowl onto wet, melting, snow. Prowl frantically worked to keep his balance as he careened wildly down the slope, being forced between to trees which stole his doorwing mittens. As he neared the jump, just a body length behind Jazz, an idea stuck him: Seekers, the jet transformers, are close relatives to Praxians. More than that, he was a quarter seeker, as his grandcarrier was a seeker, meaning he was better equipped for flight than most. His doorwings were infact capable of extending out to double, almost triple their length, and the ‘decorative’ downward fringes generated lift. His chevron, was decorative on land, but in the air it created a dead zone, a pocket of still air, protecting his fragile optics from debris. So, while not truly flight-capable, he was capable of slowing a fall, or even gliding. Tucking into a crouch on his snowboard, he began to gain speed. As he hit the end of the ramp, he leaped, wings extending, as he carefully angled his snowboard to generate as much lift with as little drag as possible. Jazz, meanwhile, had already hit the ground, giggling about how he was going to win, commed Prowl “hey prowler, you owe me 50 credits, I won.”failing to notice Prowl as he flew overhead. Prowl responded. “You did not make it all the way down the mountain, and I have not fallen over.” “Yeah, but you are out of my sensor range, and you never got ahead of me: therefore, you must be very far behind me, far enough, that you will never make it down before me.” “Hey Jazz,” Prowl begins to say. “Yeah?” Questions Jazz. Prowl smirks. “Look up.” Jazz’s shouts of surprise, both vocal and commed, were clearly audible as Prowl tipped forward, accelerating downward. Within a few seconds, Jazz was far behind. Prowl, nearing the base of the mountain, began to pull up, timing it perfectly to use his momentum to carry him toward where the other Autobots were waiting. He flew the short distance, parallel to the ground, using the Ground Effect to it’s maximum potential by angling his wings, forcing air downward. Nearing them, he skillfully landed, angling his wings like parachutes, which pulled his snowboard underneath him as he landed, in a perfect crouch, as he skidded to a perfect halt at the pedes of Optimus Prime.

Poor blurr lol snow sports never got a chance to really take part of that I live in Sydney Australia we never get snow here

I think Blurr will get out of his icy prison! After all, the twins can't be dumping water on him when they're recording Jazz and Prowl, can they? LOL And when Blurr get's free, he's gonna be getting his revenge! Strapping ice skates on a pair of clueless Twins as they recharge and dump THEM on a rather large lake of ice! LMFAO

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A Story! Lmfao, greatest G1 crack writer of all time XD

Great story xx keep it up

Ha ha. I say Prowl's actually really good at it! (and that he shocks everyone and walks away smugly) *GASP* NUU! BLURR I SAVE YOU! :D

awwh poor Prowlie w

Pfft! Oh goodness, the doorwing mittens! XD Now THAT made my night! Awesome story! :D

ROFLOL! Door Wing cozies! LOOOVE it!

One of the Datsun trine? Hehehehe…. I dread to think what Starscream and co will say to that? Or maybe they’d want Wheeljack to knit them some wing-cosies? And Wheeljack should be grateful that Prowl only wants to burn his knitting needles!

My Money is on Jazz to win it all, and Prowl to snow ball.

Great story by the way too funny.

ROFLOL Where did Wheeljack learn how to knit? And did he made his knitting needles himself?

I'm One of The Datsun Trine! LOVE This!

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