If it makes Kubo feel any better, Garrus is glad that he's the one taking the hits. He'd rather have avoided the fight all together, but if it had to happen, better him than the kid who might have gotten seriously hurt by any one of Rico's attacks. Garrus on the other hand, can roll with the punches. If Saren, the Collectors, and an anti-personnel rocket to the face didn't put him down, he was fairly confident Rico wasn't going to do it here.
That being said, the daystick still hurts like hell. He's lucky though, that the hits aren't connecting as cleanly as they could be. Aside from the carapace, turians are built a little differently than humans. Where a human torso is a relatively flat surface, turians are a little more angular, meaning that at least some of the force of the jabs are glancing off.
It wasn't pleasant, but he didn't have to worry about internal damage just yet. He had room to work, room to adjust position and start landing strikes and hopefully - hopefully put an end to this thing before internal damage started becoming a concern.
But then someone else - a huge man with some sort of insect-like armor gets in between them and starts trying to push him away from Rico.
Garrus hesitates for a moment, pushing against the big man for a moment. He wanted stay in there. To keep swinging for the fences until he's knocked that grin off of Rico's face and given the Judge a damn good reason to keep his bad attitude in check.
After a second though, he stops pushing and breaks clean if Rico lets him.
He doesn't feel good about it. He's not letting go entirely of course - he's going to pass this up the food chain as loudly as possible and hope it gets the attention the incident deserve. But he doesn't feel good about that either - he saw way too many people jump through loopholes and escape behind a wall of red tape during his time in C-Sec to feel totally confident with that option.
But trying to handle things on his own hadn't exactly worked out either. He's got the scars to prove that.
The Legion seemed different from C-Sec. Divorced enough from the politics that they can make an honest go at living up to the ideal. They were different enough that, right now, despite every instinct he has urging against it, he's giving them the benefit of the doubt that they'll actually handle this.
So he'll back off, put his hands up, and give things a chance to calm down. But he's waiting for the other shoe to drop. Rico isn't catching him off guard.
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That being said, the daystick still hurts like hell. He's lucky though, that the hits aren't connecting as cleanly as they could be. Aside from the carapace, turians are built a little differently than humans. Where a human torso is a relatively flat surface, turians are a little more angular, meaning that at least some of the force of the jabs are glancing off.
It wasn't pleasant, but he didn't have to worry about internal damage just yet. He had room to work, room to adjust position and start landing strikes and hopefully - hopefully put an end to this thing before internal damage started becoming a concern.
But then someone else - a huge man with some sort of insect-like armor gets in between them and starts trying to push him away from Rico.
Garrus hesitates for a moment, pushing against the big man for a moment. He wanted stay in there. To keep swinging for the fences until he's knocked that grin off of Rico's face and given the Judge a damn good reason to keep his bad attitude in check.
After a second though, he stops pushing and breaks clean if Rico lets him.
He doesn't feel good about it. He's not letting go entirely of course - he's going to pass this up the food chain as loudly as possible and hope it gets the attention the incident deserve. But he doesn't feel good about that either - he saw way too many people jump through loopholes and escape behind a wall of red tape during his time in C-Sec to feel totally confident with that option.
But trying to handle things on his own hadn't exactly worked out either. He's got the scars to prove that.
The Legion seemed different from C-Sec. Divorced enough from the politics that they can make an honest go at living up to the ideal. They were different enough that, right now, despite every instinct he has urging against it, he's giving them the benefit of the doubt that they'll actually handle this.
So he'll back off, put his hands up, and give things a chance to calm down. But he's waiting for the other shoe to drop. Rico isn't catching him off guard.