He starts pulling again. Leaning against the ropes. One foot starts to press forward, talons raking in the dirt. For every one she cuts through, he starts to get more mobile. The soldiers fighting monsters start to gain ground.

"We warned them," he says, still straining. "Shepard warned the whole galaxy. And this - they didn't listen. So now my people get to die. Because of politics..."

At least that just seems to make him mad now. Instead of defeated.