[ Shepard couldn't help but approve of the punching -- viscerally -- and not just because the man probably had a part in sabotaging the shuttle overhead. It would be nice to get news about how it is, but that's going to have to be someone else's problem. Right now, Shepard's biggest problem was getting shot in the leg and the arm and getting his blood over everything.
Well, his uniform was a lost cause, anyway. Might as well make it useful for something. ]
Help me get my shirt off. [ He grated out, before he caught sight of Mikhail getting to his feet, or trying to. Sharply: ] Stand down, or we'll make sure you stay down.
[ He glances at Lightning, like he's counting on another punch to put Mikhail back in his place -- which wouldn't be the worst idea anyone's had, really. Though maybe that's just the pain making him vindictive. ]
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Well, his uniform was a lost cause, anyway. Might as well make it useful for something. ]
Help me get my shirt off. [ He grated out, before he caught sight of Mikhail getting to his feet, or trying to. Sharply: ] Stand down, or we'll make sure you stay down.
[ He glances at Lightning, like he's counting on another punch to put Mikhail back in his place -- which wouldn't be the worst idea anyone's had, really. Though maybe that's just the pain making him vindictive. ]