It takes ever ounce of self control that he has for Tarn to keep his grip on his stunner as Miles stabs the blade into his hand. A short yelp slips free as he pulls his hands up out of reach, and with barely any delay, his knee comes up to bury itself in the human's stomach. If Miles' knees buckle, he'll be treated to a second kick directly to the ribs.

"This has been fun, but I think I'm done with this silly game." He adjusts his grip on the blood smeared stunner, taking aim. It's hard to miss the faint quivering of the weapon as he struggles to hold it in his injured hand.