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In the end, the fight was rough, violent even, the line between what Silverscrap was trying to achieve and what Starscream was trying to achieve first blurring, then dissolving altogether. This mech was tougher than he looked, Starscream thought, warily, before a particularly hard pull on one of his wingplates- how could Silverscrap even *reach* up there?- incited him to respond, lashing clawed hands across Silverscrap's chest-plate before kicking him back, following up the attack by pinning the smaller mech under him.
"ENOUGH!" Starscream growled, vocalizer vibrating with the force of the word (which was right before Silverscrap kicked him in the interface array. Slag, it hurt! He screeched, and fell back, before pinning Silverscrap with renewed ferocity. If Airachnid EVER learned of this... Slag, if ANYONE did... he'd be ruined!
Fortunately, the hallway in which he'd been accosted was a smaller one, not often used. His reputation was safe. But that didn't mean he would spare this bot. Especially after... whatever the slag that had been. "I should offline you, you little-" No. Not fragger. Not after... *that*.
The smaller mech still lay where he'd been pinned- slag, how had he managed to land looking attractive? Starscream snarled with anger, placing a pede on the smaller mech's chest- plates and hopefully keeping him there. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't-"
"Maybe because Lord Megatron's right behind you?" Silverscrap suggested, blue optics wide and innocent... too innocent.
"Starscream." rumbled a familiar voice, behind him, before Starscream could so much as react. "Kindly explain why you're thrashing a mech half your size?" Oh, scrap.
Starscream didn't even bother to turn around- he shifted to alt-mode and fled.
Leaving Silverscrap to rise from the floor, examine his servos, and then grin at his trine-mate Roller. "Told you that ability was useful." Roller bared sharpened dentae in a matching grin. "Wish I coulda seen his face." And off they went.