Stumbling backwards over a discarded chair, Tarns first instinct is to clear the door as it begins rattling. His hold on the pipe tightens, and his optics brighten with growing anger. How dare someone toy with him like this!

“Show yourself, coward!" Tarn growls, taking a step forward, sending a quick ping to Spinister with his location in case this goes awry. He tries pulling to door open in one last effort, earning a shrill screech as the hinges begin bucking every-so-slightly.