As the holo practice targets light up, ready to start the training session, the voice of the fembot sounds in the background with an air of confidence

"Heh... Let's crack our pistons and cross some distance!"

A red flash suddenly went straight at them with unnervingly overwhelming speed. Windblade struck down each one of them within her blade's reach with precise slices at the vital spots for extra points in the score. Always with a confident smirk glued to her denta.

"Haha! Can't hold your own against Windy, don'tcha!"

As new bullseyes manifested at her rear with considerable distance from herself. She swiftly readies her turbine blasters and spins around like a tornado of energy bolts, hitting every single one of them just in time as the timer's ringing sound marked the end of the training session.

"Whoo-hoo! Take a good eyeing at that! I bet I'm now up there with—gah—?!"

She looks at the scoring, a shocked and frustrated expression on her faceplate forming.

"Ow... Scrapmetal... I'm still centuries away from Optimus and Bee's scores..."

She stops and contemplates the score, a hint of stubborn determination flickering in her optics.

"Maybe if I tweak—no, no. That's not me."

She shrugs and smiles, her confidence returning.

"I still can fly while they can't. So Windblade wins at the end! Haha!"