Tarn jerks his hand away to avoid the blade, momentarily distracted, but long enough for Miles to make a break for it. Cursing under his breath, Tarn fires off several shots, just barely missing.

By the time the stunner is charged enough for a third, Miles is gone.

Hissing in irritation, Tarn lowers his weapon.

"Fine. I suppose everyone gets lucky occasionally." He mutters, trying not to let the nagging feeling of inadequacy take hold.