One thrall grasps his head, and mutters to himself. Kilroy gives him a cockeyed look. He shakes a little, then rushes at Kilroy, ready to melee with the butt of his rifle.
Kilroy ducks out of the way, swings off of the upper arm of the power armor, and draws his pistol while in the air. He swings back around, his right arm hooking under the thrall's helmet. He unloads his pistol.
Our consciousness notices the thrall's pain, but does not feel it. The thrall's mind blurs, blackens, and then falls away. It is dead.
We watch from the other eyes as blood erupts from the other thrall, and the armor collapses. Kilroy's right arm and pistol are coated in blood, stopping in a crisp line at his elbow. The other thralls, several other marines, and Fallone come running.
After a short bit of discussion and argument, we have Kilroy sent up to our office, escorted by two more thralls (there are now only 7 at the tunnel), handcuffed, to discuss what happened.