The booming sound of Megatron's roar snaps Tarns attention away from Rodimus's chatter. His head swiveling only to catch sight of his commander charging toward him, hands clenched into fists and fury blazing in his eyes.

Tarn backs away, immediately dropping to his knees, instinct taking over completely. He is neither emotionally or (to the best of his knowledge) physically prepared for a fight with Megatron. This is the leader of the Decepticons. The mech who he has dedicated his life to serving. There is something inherently wrong with this entire situation in Tarn's eyes.

But the test has been completed he supposes; and Megatron failed. He desperately needs to regroup and evaluate what to do next. Tempestuousness roils in his tanks but he stays down. He will need to better prepare himself for this fight if it is to happen- though it seems inevitable at this point.

He scowls at Rodimus from the corner of his eye but keeps his head bowed in submission.