That gets another chuckle out of Galvatron, but he doesn't ease up. His frame tenses more, never trusting, never giving an inch. Only a fool would back off now, when the taste of victory has just barely touched his tongue.

"Just for you to listen to what I have to say. You anger easily because you know I speak truth."

He pushes the cannon against Tarn's chin, tilting his head up.

"What's your name, warrior?