[center][h2][color=92278f]Sicaria Velinian[/color][/h2][/center]
The temporary wall that was Salissa inevitably gave way, and Sicaria had taken what time they had been given to scrounge up some thermal clips for her shotgun and rifle and reload both of them.  She fell back to Aegon's side and started to overlap fire with him when the horde broke loose, covering as much of the crowd as she physically could with her Phaeston.  Between the two of them, they were able to keep the vast majority of husks at at least arm's length, though the non-Turians of the squad apparently had no idea what a line was, never mind how to hold one.  The two Krogan looked to be holding their own despite this, though things changed quickly when the younger of the pair charged in and shot out the mines, forcing an early detonation.

The ground shook with their destructive force as suffocating dust and dirt filled the air, concrete and brick from centuries ago finally succumbing to a certain Drell's explosives.  Sicaria, unfortunate enough to have left her helmet with her girlfriend for the night, caught several lungfuls of grime before her body reacted, and she started hacking up what must've been some kind of hairball by the sound of it.  She would've considered it something comical if it weren't for the husks bearing down on the team, which forced her body into something similar to an adrenaline rush.  Her thoughts were cut off and she found herself automatically moving into cover, a scientist in her grip while she went.  She didn't even know where this one had come from, but all that mattered was that she had a worthless life to protect because of the information it possessed.  In this blur, the Turian shoved the Human behind a damaged wall one of the Krogan had probably broken down earlier and leaned on it, vision fading as the dust kept trying to replace oxygen in her body.  Unless she found some kind of apparatus soon, she would pass out.

Her salvation came in the scientist's coat, which in her adrenaline-fueled thoughts, would do the job well enough.  Through a series of wordless commands and manhandling, she took the piece of clothing and cut it down the middle with an Omni-Blade before tying one of the halves around her head.  The other half was presumably taken by a now half-naked biologist for a similar use, though as far as the Turian was concerned, she could breathe again and there was a small moment of peace.  Ready for more, she got up from her seated position against the aforementioned wall and raised her Phaeston once again, trying to pick out her foes from little besides glowing, cybernetic eyes and firing singular shots at every pair she saw get close.  To her, it was becoming increasingly clear that this horde would keep coming, so she did something an captain would be appalled by:  She targeted a blind area somewhere near the original chokepoint and fired off a Cryo Blast straight for it, hoping to freeze enough husks to cause some level of significant backup right where the mines would be going off soon.

[color=92278f]"Whoever can detonate those mines some more, do it and let's get outta here!"[/color]  In case Aegon hadn't been clear, there it was again in the somewhat more pleasant voice of a female Turian.