Before Elisa had a chance to fire and find out if her bullets would have any effect on the Kessek, her gun was snatched from her hand. She didn't bother to protest. The ship was unlikely to listen to reason. However, there was a chance that Goliath would.

"Goliath!"

She ran forward, almost slipping on the blood on the floor of their makeshift battlefield. She kept her balance, somehow, and tried not to look at it. (She'd seen her fair share of wounds on the beat in New York, but there was a lot she didn't know about gargoyle physiology. An amputation didn't have to be fatal, but how much blood could he afford to lose?)

"Goliath, stop! This isn't a fight you can win!"

There was no way for her to get between him and the Kessek, so she rounded on Yavek instead.

"You've proved your point!" They'd proved beyond any doubt that they were the ones in control. "Unless you want to let one of your own soldiers throw away their lives, stop this."

Throwing their lives away in a battle against the Ohm was one thing, but this was something else.