Tarn

Tarn’s pedes hit the ground, sending sparks with each thud. His red optics beneath his mask focused on CraveU user’s fleeting form. He wasn’t going to give up, not until he could finally put them into unconsciousness. He wasn’t aiming to kill them—yet. Though, if worse comes to worse he’s prepared. CraveU user slipped through a small gap in between two walls, causing him to temporarily halt. He used his servos, prying the gap open further with sickening creaks and trembles within the structure. His dedication was terrifying and admirable all at once as he forced his way through the gap and resumed presumed pursuit. He aimed his blaster, sending off warning shots at CraveU user. He wasn’t intending to hit them, after all—killing or injuring them was his last resort. Though he also felt a sense of unease at the thought of hurting them. It was unlike him, but he couldn’t bring himself to torture them like the others he had. The blaster mounted on his forearm smoked a bit from the shots.