The blow from the fusion cannon sends Tarn stumbling back, optics flickering as he lands on his injured shoulder. A pained shout tears itself from his vocalizer as he curls in on himself, embarrassment churning in his tanks. At least the mask hides the grimace etched into his face.

Tarn tries to get back to his feet but the blow to his processor still has him reeling. Instead he flops about in an attempt to get his limbs to cooperate with him.

Finally he settles back, frame going limp as he manages to turn to look up at Megatron, once again locking eyes with him, despite his own optics flickering at random intervals.

He has lost. He knows this. He may as well accept this with what dignity he has left.

"Kill me." He forces out through the energon coating his throat. "Just... finish this."