Shorts out console, staggers Namir

Namir drew a wicked-looking combat blade from a sheath on his belt. "You
are going to fight for it, aren't you?" he asked. "At least show me
that courage. Let me know my faith in you wasn't entirely misplaced." Saxon
drew the stun gun and thumbed off the safety catch. The other
man laughed. "Oh, that's a choice you'll regret," he sneered.

Saxon met his gaze. "I'm not going to use it on you." The reflex booster
kicked in and he brought up the nonlethal weapon, firing two rounds
into the flat, glassy surface of the main display console. The stun darts, thick
shells the size of a shotgun cartridge, discharged a powerful surge
of voltage on impact; the console erupted in a violent shower of sparks and
acrid smoke. Surge buffers in the ops room tripped, plunging it into
darkness, but Saxon was already seeing the space in low-light mode.

Namir reacted, sweeping in with a lunging, lethal attack that Saxon dodged
by a hair, the blade cutting the air near his face.

The stink of burnt plastic reached the fire sensors in the ceiling and
immediately triggered a carillon of buzzing alarms. Saxon snatched at a
monitor screen and tore it from a desk, with a snake nest of cables trailing
behind it. As puffs of fire-retardant powder began to rain from safety
nozzles overhead, he slammed the display into Namir's head with such force
that the screen shattered and the Tyrant commander staggered
back under the blow.

- Deus Ex: Icarus Effect, Chapter 10 pgs. 267-268