Arcee hears Orion in her periphery, and so does Starscream -- he's momentarily distracted enough for Arcee to twist under him, shifting just enough to shove both of her feet into the backs of his legs and knock him off balance. She whirls to her feet, both blasters trained on Starscream.

"You left her to die!" Arcee's voice is edged with static, cracked with emotion she's been fighting to hold back. The cool, collected face of command she always wears into battle is lined with anger and frustration and hurt, made all the more raw by her last encounter with Starscream, with his taunting claims. It's been a long time since Jetset died, but it's as fresh in her memory banks as ever -- the echoing rush of Starscream's turbines as Jetset bled out the last of her energon on the battlefield, Arcee arriving moments too late to save her or stop him. Arcee advances on Starscream another step, knowing that Orion's begging them both to stop, but she can't let Starscream go. Not for Jetset, not for the Forge. "You played with her, Starscream. You didn't leave her there for me to save her -- you left her there to prove a point!"