[There's a few seconds of silence from him as he stares at Tarn sprawled in front of him on the floor. What Ratchet was saying wasn't anything he hadn't told himself. Yet, having him here added a different power to the words.]
[After a sparse glance to the medic and his old injury, his stare only hardens.]
Stand aside.
[Ratchet gets a brush away as he looks over Tarn again, though this time he goes lower - to his legs. He scans over his frame with a well-taught familiarity, following where the energon lines and nervecircuits would lead to with the edge of the blade.]
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[After a sparse glance to the medic and his old injury, his stare only hardens.]
Stand aside.
[Ratchet gets a brush away as he looks over Tarn again, though this time he goes lower - to his legs. He scans over his frame with a well-taught familiarity, following where the energon lines and nervecircuits would lead to with the edge of the blade.]