The sharp sound of the gunshot quickly draws Tarn attention as he turns to look at Megatron in consternation. Just as he turns, Rodimus's foot connects with the side of his helm causing Tarn's gaze to immediately snap back to mech who's foot was still firmly in his hold. he would like say it was Rodimus' stubbornly irritating attitude laced with the sort of over the top cockiness what one would expect from a pre teen boy in gym class, that surprises him. But really the cherry on top, the coup de grace, was when Rodimus literallybursts into flames with a cheesy one liner.
Tarn pulls his hand back with a hiss, scuttling away from the blazing inferno in front of him. He sits back bracing himself on his uninjured hand, pining Megatron with an incredulous look, equal to that he gave Rodimus.
He is confused, angry, his hand hurts, but god damn we would be lying if he wasn't a bit jealous of that little trick. Imagine the uses it could be put to...
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The sharp sound of the gunshot quickly draws Tarn attention as he turns to look at Megatron in consternation. Just as he turns, Rodimus's foot connects with the side of his helm causing Tarn's gaze to immediately snap back to mech who's foot was still firmly in his hold. he would like say it was Rodimus' stubbornly irritating attitude laced with the sort of over the top cockiness what one would expect from a pre teen boy in gym class, that surprises him. But really the cherry on top, the coup de grace, was when Rodimus literallybursts into flames with a cheesy one liner.
Tarn pulls his hand back with a hiss, scuttling away from the blazing inferno in front of him. He sits back bracing himself on his uninjured hand, pining Megatron with an incredulous look, equal to that he gave Rodimus.
He is confused, angry, his hand hurts, but god damn we would be lying if he wasn't a bit jealous of that little trick. Imagine the uses it could be put to...