Iman growls audibly when Rush goes down atop one of the guards, seizing the other's wrist as he goes for his gun, twisting his arm back and kicking behind his knee, taking him down neatly. She incapacitates him with a quick strike to a nerve between neck and shoulder and drives him out of consciousness with a good solid chokehold. Did Rush kill his? Well, whatever, she thinks brutally. Let him do what he has to.

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Gus rises slowly from his chair and steps down the hall toward the intruders - plural. Rush, looking relatively undamaged, impossibly, but it doesn't matter. In a way that's better.

Iman is coming toward him, her expression twisted in anger, snarling "Where is she, you sanctimonious sack of shit?" before throwing a punch. Gus is quicker than she assumes, and her passion gives her away completely; he dodges and intercepts the blow, seizing her arm and twisting it back. She lets out a furious yell and grapples with her other arm, the dangerous one, he's been given to understand - he pushes her away just as quickly, turning and slamming her unforgivingly against the wall. Its her left wrist he grabs this time, twisting again, pulling the arm behind her. His other hand stays pressed against her back, pinning her in place. She does not settle, but she is small and he can hold her well enough.

"You stay where you are," he snaps to Rush. "On your knees."