Shit hit the fan very quickly and everything went downhill from there. The round from the female Turiuans pistol flew past Solares and hit Tacticus. Thankfully the weapon was not aimed at Raa or himself since the round would of most likely hit him in the head and he cared quite a bit for the Quarian. “Trigger happy bitch.” Solares thought to himself, while standing back up, moving the shotgun onto the back of his armor once more. It was clear that the Turian was no longer a threat, after Donny slammed her head down onto the cold metal floor and held her there. “That was completely unnecessary Donny, you could of incapacitated her without injuring her.” He walked over to her side and bent down on his knees before glaring up at the human. “You have done enough Donny, I can handle it from here, or do you feel the need to cause more damage?” he asked then motioned at the wounded Turian who pleaded for her life while bleeding rather badly from the head wound. 

“In intense situations that cause great amounts of fear, your body will enter a defense mode where the subconscious will kick in and have a certain amount of control over the body. I don’t expect you to understand since I am sure you did not spend years in medical classes.” Solares was now gently and carefully tending to the female Turians headwound. Once she was taken care of and had a stern lecture, Solares pulled the shotgun from the back of his armor and readied himself along with the rest of the group of the hostiles that were about to breach the door nearby. His training kicked in while he took a defensive position and waited patiently for all hell to break loose.