Tarn sees Rodimus gearing up for launch but there isn't enough time to brace himself. The force at which the red Autobot springs forward knocks him right off the other side of the stool, landing on his back with a loud clang and a quiet ‘oof’. His drink flies out of his hand spraying engex cross the floor and a nearby wall; cup clattering a few feet away.
Tarn manages to easily block most of Rodimus’ punches. To be honest, they barely even register when they do hit their mark. After a few moments, however, he gently flings Rodimus away when a punch cracks one of his remaining biolights. Rude.
The DJD Commander eases himself up onto his elbows, fingers flicking the broken glass away.
“Well that certain was something. It seems i’ve struck something of a nerve. Still, you shouldn’t be so quick to fight; especially when you are so hilariously out of your depth. You’re lucky that I’m in a forgiving mood. I don't have time for such childishness."
He glances around the bar quickly to see who is around and how much he can get away with.
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Tarn manages to easily block most of Rodimus’ punches. To be honest, they barely even register when they do hit their mark. After a few moments, however, he gently flings Rodimus away when a punch cracks one of his remaining biolights. Rude.
The DJD Commander eases himself up onto his elbows, fingers flicking the broken glass away.
“Well that certain was something. It seems i’ve struck something of a nerve. Still, you shouldn’t be so quick to fight; especially when you are so hilariously out of your depth. You’re lucky that I’m in a forgiving mood. I don't have time for such childishness."
He glances around the bar quickly to see who is around and how much he can get away with.