[Some weirdo with 3 swords actually, who obviously doesn't listen.]

[Wing takes a step or two forward, seeking more maneuvering room away from Blurr's prone form. He watches you keenly, pinions flared and his stance defensive, torso turned to present less of a target. The inactive grip of his second plasma blade sits dormant in his other hand.]

Is there a point to this Starscream? Other than you being a craven opportunist?

[He's cheeky too, apparently.]

I suggest you stand down. He's no threat to you, but I most certainly will be if you press the matter.