"Very well." Tarn murmurs before making his first cut with the saw. shallowly, but enough to cut clear through the armor plating on his thigh and into the protoform a few inches.

"You worried that I would injure your precious hands didn't you?" He saws slightly more into the leg. "Let me tell you something, Ratchet..." The teeth on the blade catch slightly on the inner workings, causing Tarn to push harder, energon gushing freely. He leans in to whisper into Ratchet's audiol, "Not even I am so sadistic as to remove a medic's hands from him."

With one last cut Ratchet's leg is severed.