[Tarn growls at Ratchet as he steadily approaches with the axe. He isn’t quite sure what the medic has in mind. Does he intend to strike the killing blow? How twisted could this situation get?]
[He tries his best to inch away from the blade as Ratchet comes nearer, glaring daggers from behind his mask.]
[The sharp pain hits him before he can fully comprehend what has happened. As he looks down at the deep gouge in his plating his spark swells with rage. How dare he? It’s clear what Ratchet means with the gesture.]
[He jerks away, trying to get to his feet with a snarl.]
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[He tries his best to inch away from the blade as Ratchet comes nearer, glaring daggers from behind his mask.]
[The sharp pain hits him before he can fully comprehend what has happened. As he looks down at the deep gouge in his plating his spark swells with rage. How dare he? It’s clear what Ratchet means with the gesture.]
[He jerks away, trying to get to his feet with a snarl.]