Tarn looks up at the newcomer. Slight surprise written in his eyes. Who does this mech think he is? With that sort of attitude, Tarn is certain that there is no way around the inevitable. With a put upon sigh, he gathers to his feet, dragging First Aid’s limp frame with him.

This is….not ideal. Now he’s going to have to kill them both.

“You have made an unfortunate mistake in coming here.”

Tarn gives the broad frame a quick up and down look. He’s big, for certain. But, Tarn has bested larger opponents in battle. His voice is low and foreboding, curling sharply around Rampage’s spark in an attempt to give the mech a taste of what is to come.