[He can feel the junctures of his neck begin to strain against the force of Helex's arm. When wrenching the metacarpals out of place does nothing to dissuade him, he gets ready to escalate, fingers digging into the wrist cables just between thick armor plates.]
[Megatron only pauses because the force slackens against his neck, and he watches at Tarn tries to de-escalate.]
[But his face is still contorted into a angry grimace as Helex keeps a clamp around his neck. Some probing from his hand reminds him of what he needed to look for: the radial nervecircuit. Helex better let go of him quick, because he'll be ripping it out of place and slipping free of his own accord if he doesn't.]
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[Megatron only pauses because the force slackens against his neck, and he watches at Tarn tries to de-escalate.]
[But his face is still contorted into a angry grimace as Helex keeps a clamp around his neck. Some probing from his hand reminds him of what he needed to look for: the radial nervecircuit. Helex better let go of him quick, because he'll be ripping it out of place and slipping free of his own accord if he doesn't.]