Starscream tripped back into the throne, wings falling askew upon impact. Quaking uncontrollably, he lifted eyes as round as the moons in the sky. Large beastly shadows slid over Starscream and several yellow eyes locked onto him.
Predaking stomped closer while his snarling brethren prowled up behind him. Starscream pressed himself into the throne and shrieked, wriggling about as though he had no means to defend himself. The shadows darkened over him, but still, he made no move to escape. A struggle did not come, despite how every Predacon claw itched to snatch his small leaping body. The missiles on Starscream's arms did not fire, allowing no dramatic blaze for Predaking to charge roaring through.
Closing the distance, Predaking scowled. His gaze flicked over Starscream's puny grey form with parts so thin and brittle. How easily his neck could be snapped, wings ripped off, and innards penetrated by a single claw… Slowly, Predaking's fingers spread and stretched for Starscream.
"Please… do not… terminate me…" Starscream whimpered.
Predaking's hand froze, sharp fingertips curling in.