Tarn has no time to react before he is flipped, helm is slammed to the ground. He jerks as his processor rattles. He tries to right himself, flopping in a mass of weak limbs. Finally he drags himself into a sitting position, back resting against the wall. He looks up at Megatron, glaring hatefully and spitting static before his words find him.

“Hk- You heard me.” He growls, energon dripping from the slit in his mask "The little slagger had it coming."