Tarn's voice seizes his spark in a grip infinitely more chilling than that hand around his neck was, and Megatron thinks for a second or two that this is it, that despite his efforts he will die here.

Bullshit.

He's Megatron.

With all the strength he can muster past the fog of Tarn's deadly voice, he hits him as hard as he can, determined only to silence him. His fist leaves a dark, prominent crack across the Decepticon mask on Tarn's face.