Megatron grits his teeth, feet digging into the rubble beneath them as he staggers backwards with Tarn's weight. He can feel the dent that blow has left, but he'll worry about that later – the fact that this once again can be something he'll worry about later, rather than immediately and utterly incapacitating, is so refreshing as to be almost intoxicating, and he can't help a bitter little laugh of his own as he seizes the treads of that shoulder in both hands and brings up one leg to knee Tarn in the chest with one of his ridiculous, over the top knee protrusions.

"Courage?" he snarls, backhanding Tarn away from him. "Do you think this decision was motivated by cowardice?"