He can’t say that he’s surprised when First Aid spits blood at him. He could feel it still; the medic’s spark flares brightly in its chamber, fluttering like wings in its fright.
“Still so much fight in that spark of yours. I’m almost a bit impressed.”
Leaving no room for him to fight back, Tarn easily drags First Aid up by the back of the head, smashing his face repeatedly into the alley wall. The violent motion leaves thick smears of energon, bits of crushed dermal plating, and shards of glass plastered to the building as his face slowly crushes in on itself . Each hit slams and rattles the fingers against his brain module, nearly piercing it on several occasions, until Tarn pulls him away satisfied by the unidentifiable smear that was once First Aids face.
“Are you still listening, First Aid? I’m not through with you yet.” He waits patiently for the nod, relishing in the desperate wheezes and clicks emitting from his throat. His hands are slick with energon as he readjusts his grip to his shoulders.
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“Still so much fight in that spark of yours. I’m almost a bit impressed.”
Leaving no room for him to fight back, Tarn easily drags First Aid up by the back of the head, smashing his face repeatedly into the alley wall. The violent motion leaves thick smears of energon, bits of crushed dermal plating, and shards of glass plastered to the building as his face slowly crushes in on itself . Each hit slams and rattles the fingers against his brain module, nearly piercing it on several occasions, until Tarn pulls him away satisfied by the unidentifiable smear that was once First Aids face.
“Are you still listening, First Aid? I’m not through with you yet.” He waits patiently for the nod, relishing in the desperate wheezes and clicks emitting from his throat. His hands are slick with energon as he readjusts his grip to his shoulders.