Tarn hisses and jerks as Rampage snaps off the tip of his finger; though it takes a moment for him to realize what has actually happened. When he does, his eyes go wide with shock, yanking his hand back and holding it to his chest protectively

“Y-You F—“ words are getting harder and harder to force out, and certainly the bewilderment isn’t helping.

He ate it. He didn’t just break it off, the fragger ate it. And here comes the tinge of fear that Rampage has been missing, just in time for Tarn to frantically start bucking and pushing at the beastformer as he sat back to enjoy his snack.