Though Nick hoped that Ava wouldn't knock the man unconscious, he was not disappointed in her when he was close enough to see the blood start flying. Once he was close, Nick grabbed Ava by the back of her shirt. He wouldn't throw her off of him, especially considering he saw her slow to a stop, but he did pull her to her feet rather quickly. Moving her slightly to the side, Nick crouched down and checked for a pulse. The man was still alive, though considering the angle that Ava was beating on his face, he was surprised a shard of his nose didn't get sent directly into his brain. Standing up, Nick whistled loudly, catching the attention of all of the recruits. "Pause!" he shouted, causing all of the recruits to stop and turn back to him.<br/><br/>Nick picked up one of the pieces of metal that the former recruit attempted to use and replayed the scene in his head for a moment. Nick raised his free arm out in front of him, clearly so everyone can see it. And brought it down with mostly the same force that the stain on the ground had attempted to use on Ava's head. Though the metal did bend, his arm dented slightly from the impact. However much pain Nick felt was dampened a bit due to where he had hit, but he did not show it. "This man is not a comrade, nor will he ever," Nick said, turning to make sure everyone saw the dent on his arm. "He went at someone who would have eventually been his comrade with enough force to kill, as you can clearly see." He gestured towards his arm to make his point, showing both the force as well as how perceptive their commander could be. "Granted, I believe Ava would have been fine, due to a certain implant some of you may eventually get. However, attempting to kill a comrade is not something I tolerate in this battalion. Period."<br/><br/>"If he wasn't going for a kill, maybe I would have bothered with thinking whether or not I should allow him treatment here," Nick said, throwing away the bent piece of metal. "Worthington knows first hand how much hell I can and will put you through for doing something like this, and that hell would be a mercy. Make sure you get a good, long look at what can happen if you dare turn your arms against your brothers and sisters." Nick exhaled and checked the time. "You have twenty minutes now, thanks to this shit stain's actions." Nick gestured back to the tent. "Back to work." With that, Nick turned to Ava. Before he could say anything, he paused and turned back to the group. "Oh yeah, and don't give him the courtesy of walking around if the choice is presented."<br/><br/>With his newest lesson over, Nick turned to Ava proper and produced a rag from one of his pockets, handing it to her. "Alder Rush Ava wouldn't have stopped," Nick said quietly, handing her the rag. "You did good by retaliating. And you've proven you can overcome the nanites and show restraint." Nick patted Ava on the shoulder. "Alder Rush was a 10, that was a 7. Maybe try for 5 or 6 next time, alright?" With that, Nick turned and began to jog towards the tent, wanting to get in front of the recruits to see their reactions to the tent.<br/><br/>And the reactions were grand. With the smells and the disorganized mess of furniture that was there, the recruits in the front simply dropped their mattresses and groaned. Nick checked the time again and smiled. "What's the matter? You still got eighteen more minutes," Nick said somewhat loudly. "Get to work."