[It takes all of Tarn willpower not to flinch as the axe comes down, although a much lower than he had expected. The pain is instant as the blade connects with his Knee, ripping at sensitive nerve circuits and wiring. A strangled shout erupts from him, frame jerking, fingers digging into the sand as he rides the agony out.]
[the moment that Megatron lowers the axe and it becomes clear that he is being spared, Tarn collapses back against Sixshot in relief. Very quickly that euphoric emotion begins to warp Into something terrible and ugly and confusing.]
[Tarn thrashes out of Sixshot's embrace, flopping to the ground where his hands finally come to his mangled knee, prodding at it and investigating the extent of the damage.]
I-- You--
[He's indignant and his emotions are wildly out of control, although he can't think of anything to actually say.]
no subject
[the moment that Megatron lowers the axe and it becomes clear that he is being spared, Tarn collapses back against Sixshot in relief. Very quickly that euphoric emotion begins to warp Into something terrible and ugly and confusing.]
[Tarn thrashes out of Sixshot's embrace, flopping to the ground where his hands finally come to his mangled knee, prodding at it and investigating the extent of the damage.]
I-- You--
[He's indignant and his emotions are wildly out of control, although he can't think of anything to actually say.]