[ Tarn's assaults on his spark leave him too sluggish to properly maneuver away from his lunge. All he can do is brace for impact, his legs resisting on stubbornness alone. Unlike before, he slides back quite a ways, metal screeching beneath his feet. Tarn's whisper tears through him as he grits his teeth, the attacks now starting to send stronger lances of pain through his entire frame.]
[His own vision starts to get hazy as his spark begins to falter. He looks up at Tarn after a few heavy plumes of condensation cloud the air between them. With how much weaker his grip had gotten, it wouldn't take much more before Tarn could easily gain the upper hand.]
[Beneath the limbs struggling to keep him at bay, he merely had a sly smile left for the Decepticon as energon from an earlier wound begins to bleed freely from his mouth.]
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[His own vision starts to get hazy as his spark begins to falter. He looks up at Tarn after a few heavy plumes of condensation cloud the air between them. With how much weaker his grip had gotten, it wouldn't take much more before Tarn could easily gain the upper hand.]
[Beneath the limbs struggling to keep him at bay, he merely had a sly smile left for the Decepticon as energon from an earlier wound begins to bleed freely from his mouth.]
Is that it?