[He takes it back out of Ratchet's hands, his grip slipping over onto the shaft as the medic surrenders it. As he turns around, he sees Sixshot sprawled over Tarn's chest, protecting him. Though he knew that the Phase Sixer was clouded by his feelings, he couldn't help but feel a tingle of anger return. Did he care about Tarn more than First Aid? Why was everyone so intent on keeping this waste of a Cybertronian alive? After what he did?]

[His disappointed glare is all he needs to say to Sixshot, but no matter. He did not plan on fighting the Sixer over this. Grip tightening over the weapon, he raises it over his head...]

[And slams the point into Tarn's knee joint, digging the curved edge into the mechanisms like a hook and pulling back to tear off some of the armor and the mechanisms it was attached to. His voice begins to approach a familiar commanding tone, though not quite:]

Get the hell out of my sight, Tarn. If I see you anywhere in this city again, you'll be slaughtered without a moment's hesitation. Do you understand?