After a solid minute of them screaming at the top of their lungs at each other, I grabbed him and locked on a front face lock, my forearm squeezing on his throat.
After a couple seconds, she nodded.
"OK, thank you, let him go now."
I held on.
"Look, I get that he's a douchebag, but we need him to get outta here with the crawlers."
I continued to squeeze as I stared at her.
"OK, OK, point made, let him go, please!"
Reluctantly, I let go.
And, totally accidently, did so so he fell face first onto his sword.
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