Rounding the corner, sword raised in preparation for a fight, Dreadwing had been expecting an autobot, certainly not his sworn enemy.

"Starscream."

Forget the wrench. The tool went clattering to the side as he gripped his sword hilt with both hands, lunging at his fellow decepticon with a roar. At this range it was nearly impossible to miss, but luckily for Starscream, Dreadwing had had the past week to think about this moment. and Starscream's death wasn't everything he wanted from the

The blade came down, piercing straight through one of the seeker's ridiculous wings. With all of Dreadwing's weight behind the blow, the sword lodged itself into the wall behind Starscream, pinning him in place.

"So you've chosen to save me the trouble of hunting you down myself."