Anger and misery war inside Tarn as his optics blaze in wild fury. He's weary of being made a fool by other mechs, but he can't let himself be consumed into a pit of despair. Instead, he settles firmly on outrage.

"H-- dare you--!" he tries to spit, squaring his shoulders and facing Rampage fearlessly. Tarn takes a step forward, chest brushing against his adversary's plating. He doesn't care if this mech rips his spark from his chest, Tarn refuses to be insulted in such a heinous manner.