Demond reacted to the sudden appearance of reinforcements by tightening his grip on Ashana and panning his Mattock between the two groups flanking him. His movements were erratic, not knowing who to point his weapon at. They couldn't see the sweat on his face beneath his helmet. Sorv kept his Tempest trained on the man, while Firas, standing as best he could cradled the barrel of the Revenant on the crook of his elbow.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">Give me the god damn weapon!</span>He yelled. He was running out of time, the bomb was ticking down. If he wasn't in a ship in the next minute, then it wouldn't matter what happened.<br/><br/>The Rocketlauncher came his way slow and easy, kept aloft by Milenya's biotic field. As it neared, he aimed his rifle right at Darion, Sorv and Firas. As they were the only ones armed, he expected an action taken by them. When the floating weapon came close enough he tossed Ashana away like a doll, the strength amplification of his armor sending her skipping off the floor and into the nearby wall. She coughed and gasped, putting a hand against the wall.<br/><br/>Desmond grabbed the Rocketlauncher out of the air with his now free hand, keeping his Mattock trained, and in a swift movement, he switched targets, putting the Mattock on Milenya, and the Rocktlauncher on Sorv, Firas, and Darion.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">Thank you...</span>He muttered. He began in a calm, low, placative tone.<span style="color: blue">Now, here's whats going to -</span><br/><br/>Without warning and midway through the sentence, he fired. Firing a Rocket at the three in the corridor, and rapidly hammering the trigger on his Mattock aimed at Milenya, sending a half dozen rounds at her in a sudden barrage. The shots were inaccurate, but with neither weapon did it particularly matter.<br/><br/>Ashana  huddled against the wall, covering her head with her hands, clamping her palms over her ears - but she was naked, utterly vulnerable. In the tiny little space, the force of the blast was focused, deafening. Desmond, armored so heavily barely felt it. He marched toward the airlock outside. He was done wasting time, done playing games with these scheming fucks. In a few short minutes they'd all be a vapor cloud.<br/><br/>His next stop was outside, and he wasn't going to let some Batarian shits stop him.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>