Tarn hunches slightly. Of course this is about First Aid; he never had any illusion that it wasn’t. At least Rampage has stopped circling him like prey, it makes it easier to watch for signs of an impending attack.

Surely a fight is what is he wants out of Tarn. However, he isn’t sure that he can give it at the moment; he’s too injured and tired to really put his heart into it. The only thing in his favor is that he has literally nothing left to lose.

With a vicious hiss of static he spreads his arms, offering himself to Rampage’s whims, daring him to strike at an already broken adversary.