Tarn wheezes, thrashing under Megatron’s foot. He claws wildly, trying to shove it off as it pins him to the floor, crushing some of his internals.

“Release me!” he grunts, flailing under him “You’ve given me multiple commands, you may need to be more specific.”

He spits energon up at Megatron, aiming for his face. The irony hits him punch to the face. Megatron has finally done what Tarn wanted from him. The anger, the violence…only it’s aimed at the wrong person.

"This is absurd, Megatron!"