Harbinger leaned back like he was dodging a tennis ball, aptly removing himself from the path of the flame that flickered heat upon his skin. He wringed Shepard's wrist, and hooked one foot behind hers to trip her up.
"You're disappointing me, Shepard. I'm a few billion years older than you, I thought a young fighter would have more," he said, taking his gun out and pressing the muzzle to her ribs.