Vorcha are unique in that the very trait which makes them so terrifying was also one of their biggest downfalls: their unpredictability. Their feral tendencies made life hell for both their own species and anyone who has to deal with them-- so basically a good three fourths of Omega.

Before, it was hard enough to catch any one of them in his sights, what with their constant movements. Now, with the combined rattle from small explosions, getting a decent shot is nigh impossible-- although he is thankful that he's up high-ish. Well, impossible is a bit of a stretch for someone of Garrus' caliber. 'Really fucking annoying' is probably a better fit.

"Gonna make things a bit louder," he calls out to the rest of the team, as he lines his scope up with a low wall behind said vorcha. He waits until one of them ducks out to the side before blasting a proximity mine the short distance needed, the bomb planting itself against hard metal, waiting for the nearest enemy to stumble into its range.

Not that they have to wait long.

Not even a couple of seconds later, the mine goes off, and the small group of vorcha stumbles forward.