Tarn backs away as Rampage's attention seems to be taken by First Aid's shrinking spark. The distance put between them allows him to relax ever so slightly.

"I'm smart enough to know when a battle has been lost. Besides, you seem to have a decision to make. Do you chase after me, or try to save your precious medic? The clock is ticking, after all."

He hopes that perhaps his efforts today won't be in vain. First Aid's spark is so very weak now. Flickering on the precipice off death. If only he could get close enough to send it on it's way... all it would take would be a quiet word.