"We are going to both walk away from this, Tarn," Sixshot says, lethally calm as he strides towards the shaky form staggering towards him, ignoring the way the purple mech's voice made his spark flicker. "Megatron asked me to bring you to him. Alive."

"He didn't oppose the idea of you being a little chewed on, though." Sixshot might have been wearing a mask, but it didn't do much to cover the sadistic smile that'd curled on the edges of his lips.

"You tortured someone I cared about." He draws his hand back, optics blazing. "You broke my trust."

The fist comes up fast enough to break the sound barrier, the shockwave cracking thunderously through their surroundings.