Sehrab pulled up his concussion gun, pointed it at Glaive, and fired into his back. Then he walked over. No anger ever appeared on his face. He walked over and looked down at Glaive.<br/><br/>"Don't worry," he said. "That kind of injury isn't fatal. The gun has been on a low setting for a while now." He paused. "Stings, don't it? You know where the aid thing, so you'll be fine." He paused again. "Couldn't have you stopping me, you know?"<br/><br/>He turned around, pointing the gun at Avihs. "Are you ready to cooperate? You aren't going to last very long like that."