"Well, are you going to do it?
Skyfire glanced over at the smaller jet. Starscream stood facing him, arms crossed over his chest, smirking. He met the red optics with his own blue ones briefly before turning to look down. Down, down, down into the mists that obscured the bottom of the waterfall.
The rock he was standing on was dark and slick with spray and the air rumbled around him as the enormous waterfall tumbled off the cliff. It was a very long way down.
Not that he was afraid of heights. That was ridiculous. He was a jet, built to soar high above the ground, to play in the clouds, to touch space itself. So, really, what was different about this?
"Just jump. And remember, no flying or transforming. "
Skyfire twitched at the goading voice. That's what was so different. He sucked air into his intakes and leaped out into the gorge, tucking his wings tight against his back. Gravity grabbed his feet and he plummeted towards the mist.
