Frenzy was barely any larger than a human and his kicks and desperate scrabbling were about as painful as being batted at by a declawed kitten. The screaming though, that was nice, and all told, Tarn had missed this.
Holding Frenzy a good 30 - 40 feet off the ground and in no hurry to finish fooling around, Tarn very slowly increased the pressure around Frenzy's head. Casually his comparatively huge thumb-tip began to bear down over the remains of one of Frenzy's eyes.
"I don't think you know this about me yet," Tarn said, still perfectly casual as he thumb breached the metal, plastic, and glass that were the last defence against keeping the optic-sphere itself protected, "but whether you're a Decepticon or not, I don't appreciate being told what to do."
There was a crunching sound as Tarn's thumb quietly forced the small opening of an eye socket large enough to accommodate his digit. Now, the thing about making space where there is none to give, is that eventually something else has gotta give. In response to a finger too large to fit, Frenzy's one eyeball was slowly pushed further and further back into his skull.
“Another thing,” Tarn said, voice all but pleasant as he helped the back of an eye slowly journey to meet the front of a brain, “the Decepticon Justice Division can't help but see aggression towards its members as counterproductive to the Deception cause. Further retaliation and you'll find yourself on the List. Trust me when I say,” another small push, “this probably isn't something you want.” : )
spoiler: EVERY DAY IS A TUESDAY
Holding Frenzy a good 30 - 40 feet off the ground and in no hurry to finish fooling around, Tarn very slowly increased the pressure around Frenzy's head. Casually his comparatively huge thumb-tip began to bear down over the remains of one of Frenzy's eyes.
"I don't think you know this about me yet," Tarn said, still perfectly casual as he thumb breached the metal, plastic, and glass that were the last defence against keeping the optic-sphere itself protected, "but whether you're a Decepticon or not, I don't appreciate being told what to do."
There was a crunching sound as Tarn's thumb quietly forced the small opening of an eye socket large enough to accommodate his digit. Now, the thing about making space where there is none to give, is that eventually something else has gotta give. In response to a finger too large to fit, Frenzy's one eyeball was slowly pushed further and further back into his skull.
“Another thing,” Tarn said, voice all but pleasant as he helped the back of an eye slowly journey to meet the front of a brain, “the Decepticon Justice Division can't help but see aggression towards its members as counterproductive to the Deception cause. Further retaliation and you'll find yourself on the List. Trust me when I say,” another small push, “this probably isn't something you want.” : )