[The noise wrenched from Ratchet's vocalizer as Tarn's voice sinks into him like a knife is a snarl, sharp and agonized, crackling with static. He hunches forward, claws scraping against his windscreen as he clutches at the front of his chassis, his knees weakening. He manages to keep himself upright, though, and when he looks up at Tarn there's no fear in his remaining optic, only fury.]
Enough. Enough of them. [Tarn advances and Ratchet doesn't budge a single inch, his optic flaring fiercely, and his arm whips up to catch Tarn's vocalizer delicately between the points of his claws and press down, sharp and vicious, leaning right up into his face. He feels fragile mechanisms start to give and he digs in harder, not letting Tarn move closer or away.]
[He gestures behind him with his free claw, getting his footing and bearing down harder, leaning in close to Tarn's face, energon still smeared across his mouth.] Not that one, though. Not today.
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Enough. Enough of them. [Tarn advances and Ratchet doesn't budge a single inch, his optic flaring fiercely, and his arm whips up to catch Tarn's vocalizer delicately between the points of his claws and press down, sharp and vicious, leaning right up into his face. He feels fragile mechanisms start to give and he digs in harder, not letting Tarn move closer or away.]
[He gestures behind him with his free claw, getting his footing and bearing down harder, leaning in close to Tarn's face, energon still smeared across his mouth.] Not that one, though. Not today.