To know your enemy is one thing. To desire him is another. Surely this was some cruel twist of fate. Surely some god was having a good laugh. Starscream stared at the ninja. He had heard of flight envy. The ninja wouldn't move from his spot. They stood for awhile, waiting for the other to bridge the gap. Starscream knew his place. He knew he would always be chained to Megatron.
The ninja wouldn't move. He knew the rules of the game and he felt sure of himself. A bad mistake around a seeker with a need to prove himself. The moves were too quick for his mind to judge and he felt Starscream's answer rip him in half. Though he laid dieing, the words felt so right.