River's screaming probably wouldn't do a whole lot of good with York in this state.. and the girl didn't want to get inbetween the two Spartans. That just wasn't a smart choice. And with it being such an unwise decision, what was Church going to do? Well, exactly that, of course. He was back in his body before River even opened the door and was lifting himself up off the floor, reaching up to touch his neck briefly before slipping back through the bent bars and coming quickly to stand behind York... who was distracted by the younger girl shouting at him like that. Two hands fisted into the back of his shirt and he yanked the other Spartan off of Tex, rearing him back hard enough to throw him onto his shoulders. Once he was on his back, Leonard was lifting a heavy boot and slamming it down onto the side of his face, hitting his jaw with the heel with force enough to knock him out against the cold tile floor of the holding room. He breathed hard a moment before glancing to River, and stepping away from the man on the floor, turning blue eyes onto Tex.