[there's a very brief moment of silence in which north considers his options. he can either step aside and risk marco getting seriously hurt because of an honest mistake, or he can take care of this here and now, before it has the chance to get any worse.
he sighs. he never enjoys violence when there's no need for it, but at this point, he doesn't see any other options.
north may be large, but he runs stealth missions for a reason. he's quick, and in a flash of movement he's grabbed that wrench-wielding hand and twisted it, shifting until he's holding it behind the batarian's back and he's just short of threatening to yank his shoulder out of its socket.
his voice doesn't raise in tone at all when he speaks, but the flatness of it speaks volumes.] You aren't putting anyone down. Cut your losses, and let him go.
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he sighs. he never enjoys violence when there's no need for it, but at this point, he doesn't see any other options.
north may be large, but he runs stealth missions for a reason. he's quick, and in a flash of movement he's grabbed that wrench-wielding hand and twisted it, shifting until he's holding it behind the batarian's back and he's just short of threatening to yank his shoulder out of its socket.
his voice doesn't raise in tone at all when he speaks, but the flatness of it speaks volumes.] You aren't putting anyone down. Cut your losses, and let him go.