Tarn takes a step away, hand coming up his mask in a useless attempt to staunch the rivulet of energon running from his nose. Planting his feet a bit further apart be prepares for Megatron's next assault

"You made this!" Tarn roars, "You didn't just allow it to happen, you commanded it to be so! Phase Sixers, the DJD, the entire WAR. It was YOU."