The blow drops Rico to one knee but he doesn't go completely limp. He grunts out loud, the only concession he'll make to having the breath driven out of him. This is bad. Bad position, bad situation. Normally he's better at judging weight, but he must've been mistaken. Drokking aliens and their drokked up physiologies.

He might be too close to swing his daystick, but it's a versatile tool. He lets go of the daystick and grabs it again nearer to the center, and stabs it straight into what he can reach of Garrus's abdomen as hard as he can, repeatedly. Fine. He'll make this into an endurance contest. No matter what he'll be put through, Rico's determined to pay it back with change.