One of the laser scalpels finds its mark, even as Tarn ducks away, leaving a deep gouge across the cheek of his mask

"Disappointing." He sighs lowly, shaking his head in disaproval. " Despite what you may think, I had really preferred to not have to do this."

Tarn catches the medic's wrist, large hand easily engulfing it. The kibble in his forearm creaks with warning as he takes a step closer, pushing First Aid back a few steps in the process. Delicately he grasps a red index finger, rotating it slightly as if to inspect the laser scalpel at its tip. After a few seconds, and without warning, he brutally rips the finger from First Aid' hand. It isn't a second later that he follows suit with the remainder of his fingers, leaving behind a bleeding, useless, stump

"Murder of this variety is always so messy and artless."