"The hell!"  The marine mouthed.  He wanted to say more, but couldn't get enough air into him to do so.  He started to push up, but paused when he noticed the position he was in, the position the white haired man was in, and the clear advantage the man's position had over his own.  He decided to be still and catch his breath, while hoping his fellow soldiers would see this as an opportunity to aid their downed comrade in battle. 

They didn't,
even after a while.

Chest capable of taking in air, the marine narrowed his eyes and wheezed.  "The hell do you think you are old man?"  He paused for a few breaths before continuing with a snarl "I don't care what you suggest!"  The marine made a nodding motion towards the man.  "We're going to mess you up"  he smiled.  "And even if we don't, the captain and Lieutenant will handle you guys."  He shrugged under the boot, annoyed the group hadn't attacked yet.  "Of course if they don't, well, you're causing problems for the marines, and nobody wants that, right?"   

"Oh god damn it!"  The marine swirled towards his group.  "Will you guys hurry up and rush this bum already!"

"We're trying!"  A marine said.
"Yeah."  The second added.
The four behind all nodded.  "Our legs won't move.  It's like they're glued to the floor. or something."

"Hey!"  Gill shouted as he stepped out of the kitchen with a plate of tenders.  "What's going on here?" He looked at the marines, and his face went white.  "Look.  I know they seemed rough but they weren't causing any trouble."  He hurried over to what the white haired man was holding down the group's leader.  "Please.  Just let them go, even if they did wrong.  They're just kids and I really don't wan any trouble with anyone.  I just want to own my shop."

"Damn it."  Abbygail sighed under her breath.  With a frown, the light blue aura that permeated the room vanished and the group of marines fell forwards.