No harm needed to befall him, and he could be let go. The longer Predaking considered his choices, the more Starscream shrank back and shivered.Ī third option flashed through his mind: Starscream already looked so terror-stricken, so perhaps he had learned his lesson. Or Predaking could merely punch Starscream and threaten him so ferociously he would be frightened into behaving. Starscream’s wings, then-those could be targeted and torn first. Killing him single-handedly would be easy-and with the might of three Predacons? Guaranteed, Predaking thought, even if unintentional. There was nothing honourable about this, Predaking supposed, due to the sheer unfairness of the fight. Was this appropriate? The work felt dirty now, especially because Starscream still made no attempt to fire his missiles.

Questioning his intentions momentarily, Predaking paused after his next step, his open hand still inching toward Starscream. Those thoughts were accompanied by flashes of excitement and nausea. How easily his thin neck could be snapped, wings ripped off, and vitals penetrated by a single claw. Starscream’s joints were brittle and his armour a weak lie, for his shoulders and thigh plates failed to hide his scrawny frame. It was uncomfortable to stare at him as he closed the distance, to have time to notice things he had not noticed before. Predaking wanted struggle, for Starscream to try to leap away only to be seized by his claws. The shadow darkened over him, and there was still no action, only more fear. Instead, Starscream pressed himself into the throne and shrieked, wriggling about as though he had no means to defend himself. Predaking anticipated the desperate move, but it still did not come. not when he knew he was being hunted for vengeance.

Predaking and his snarling brethren were fortunate that Starscream had flown slowly enough to catch up to, but if the Seeker slipped away now, blasting beyond the speed of sound, it wouldn't be easy to corner him again. Calculating yellow eyes did not dare blink in case Starscream made a sudden dash for freedom. His terror sent him into a state of uncontrolled quaking, and the eyes he lifted were round and wide like the moons at Predaking’s back.Ī large, dim shadow crept over Starscream as their proximity increased. Starscream tripped back into the throne, wings falling askew upon impact. PART ONE GUIDED PLAYTHROUGH (video versions available on YouTube)

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