Summary: Starscream rounds up a couple of the 'cons for the usual training when all hell breaks loose in the arena. Hilarity ensues. Starscream looks at Windshear and Scourge, "Don't just stand there like lumps at a smelter.. attention!" Windshear casually turns to regard Starscream, not looking entirely interested. "Yeah?" he replies, not convinced that Starscream isn't just in one of his 'moods'. Scourge rubs his face and then gazes at Starscream. "Yes?" "Ahem." Windshear replies, and straightens his posture up a little bit, letting his arms down. "You've got my attention. What is it?" O_O