Without a weapon on you, you recklessly charge the batarian mercernary. You pin the flinched alien onto the ground, and with a newfound fury pound his face.

This doesn't appear to have the intended effect as the batarian soon swiftly pushes you off and beginnings clubbing away.

 
BATARIAN MOOK

You lice bang, fur-suit, softy! By Barudak, I swear I will skin your flaky ass! You piece of vorcha sh...

(the batarian's eulogy is cut short by a gun shot)

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