Donny subdued the Turian before Solares came up and told him to leave. He berated Donny for his rough handling, which nearly got a hostile remark from Donny. But then the geth informed them of incoming hostiles. [b]"Shit."[/b] While Donny was rather angry at Solares for trying to critique him now of all times about his methods, it wasn't worth getting into an argument right now. There were enemies at the rear and they had only precious little time before the same may happen to his allies. 

But while Donny got himself into position to intercept the incoming hostiles, his mind was full of fear and doubt. [i][b]"How long did it take to talk down that turian? Long enough for the enemy to catch up to us. What about my team? Are there any of them left? Rosemary, Seraph, Alexander, Aman, Brendan, Tristan, Yoaso, Harriette, and Eleanore... Are they dead because I tried to save that turian?"[/b][/i] There was doubt in his actions. Like all he wanted to do was run. But the door behind them was not open, and the doors back had enemies. They had to make a stand here. There was fear in Donny's actions, but he was a soldier. He had to fight. And he would do so with fear in his heart, because there was no other option. There was no surrendering.

Donny got into position, knocking over a table as soft cover. He doubt it could last more then two, maybe three shots, but he wouldn't need it for long. He waited. And waited. And waited. Seconds to minutes. And then the explosion occurred. Technically two but for Donny they both happened roughly at the same time. When the smoke cleared Donny could see from his position two hostiles at the left door, firing from cover. Donny fired off some shots with his shotgun, not really intended to hit but to get them back into cover. Then he saw something thrown into the room. Donny almost missed it if he wasn't looking for it. It was a grenade, but in Donny's eyes it looked like a red clay pigeon. Lowering his gun for just a moment he reached his hand out and put a barrier around the grenade. With a flick of his wrist he had the grenade go back the same way it came.