Still tensed, watching the ex-bot at his game, Trowa hadn't quite expected a dirty move like that--but when he had time to view the scene via hindsight, later, he would remind himself that Starscream was exactly the type to use it, and to be more watchful in the future. As it was, he was forced to jump to the right to avoid losing his feet to the blast, taking away most of the dignity he'd managed to keep while he'd been standing still; it had loosened enough that they began to skid down beneath his weight.

Scowling, and not wishing to hit the ground on Starscream's terms, Trowa leaped off, turning a somersault and landing gracefully on the railing of the balcony one floor down with a bow.

"I thought you only shot at your soldiers?" he called down with a mild smirk.

Come on. Get angry. Be stupid.