Starscream was bleeding rather profusely, and his flight pattern was completely fragged up because of the pain in his legs. Trowa letting go had sent him careening into the sky from the sudden lack of weight. He was almost unable to right himself, tumbling and twisting, trying to focus through the pain.

Frag you, you're a warrior, focus.

There was that clarity he so desperately needed. He straightened out (and oh, how his thrusters ached in protest) and managed to land more or less gracefully in a nearby tree. Which honestly didn't offer him much cover, but at least he could rest for a few moments.

Primus, he was exhausted now. His energy reserves were low, he didn't know how much longer he could keep flying like that, especially not with damaged legs. Frag, that was a lot of blood...