Tarn stumbles back, stunned for a moment. His grip, however, remains strong around the medic’s neck.

“Your things?” Tarn tries to sound incredulous as he hefts the dead weight of First Aid’s mutilated frame even higher, using him as a shield. “I will do with him as i please and you had better not intervene. He is to die.”

Tarn pushes harder, frustrated by the lack of response to his vocal talents. It undulates inside his chamber, ripping violently at Rampage’s life-force. He puts everything into it, hoping to end the mech immediately.