Garrus, jumping from cover to cover and shooting whenever he was able, was slowly making progress towards the building. It was clear that the defenders would be overwhelmed, but there had to be a back way that they could escape by. Raising his rifle and firing off one last shot, he ejected his clip and reached to slam another one in. A human, popping up at his side, readied his rifle. Garrus turned quickly, raising his hand and shooting a high-energy plasma blast from his omni-tool. The blast struck the thug, who began to scream as his features disfigured and melted. With no shields protecting them, Garrus' weaponry was incredibly effective, if overkill.
Using a momentary reprieve, the turian stood and stormed for the other side of the street. He had finally reached the destination that everyone was heading towards, a larger building. Just before entering the door, he took in the scene inside the hall. Some of the bastards had entered, but something had been waiting for them. She looked somewhat like a human, but clearly wasn't, if the wings were any judge. She was also almost naked, but Garrus had seen worse. Opening his mouth to shout to her, Garrus felt someone grab his shoulder and stick a gun to his back, firing a quick burst which the turian's shields blocked. Turning, he swung a clawed hand at the other man, catching his face and digging his talons in. Turians were maybe not any stronger than humans, but they had other advantages. As the thug screamed, Garrus shut him up for good before turning back to the woman. "You there!" he shouted, trying to make himself heard over the din. "Any idea what's going on?" Making his way over to her, he stepped over several mangled bodies, impressed despite himself. She definitely wasn't human.
