[Drift's not going to risk going for the sword yet. He's not even going to put his hands down right away, but that's mostly because he's trying to wrap his head around the fact that Tarn isn't just murdering him to pieces. He's having a hard time comprehending much of anything at the moment, to be honest. He isn't sure if it's because he's pretty much completely terrified or because his spark feels like it's just been stomped on, but either way he's pretty out of it for a moment.
The sword clattering across the floor shakes him out of his daze and he lowers his hands, clenching them at his sides while Tarn runs his mouth.]
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The sword clattering across the floor shakes him out of his daze and he lowers his hands, clenching them at his sides while Tarn runs his mouth.]
Yeah. Yeah.