There was no warning for Tarn as a hand seizes his head to slam him on the ground hard enough to dent the floor. He may lack the finesse of his older self, but his spark was still young and full of the energy that allowed him to rip open Sentinel's Apex Armor.

The gap in his experience had begun to close after some instruction, almost as if the violence was already in him and merely needed to be coaxed out. And Tarn had done plenty of that, in both respects.

"Say that again."