AGP- Ouch

He got as far as "Wait, Quercus? You mean Inquisitor BLOODY OAK? THE SAME BLOODY OAK THAT WE'VE-" only to be interrupted by a pair of sounds. One was a subtle metallic groan from the table, where Sarge's augmetic fingers had sunk up to the first joint into the surface, but this was overshadowed by a much louder and surprisingly high-pitched whee-ing noise coming from the part-Ogryn standing behind Aimy. While the Mob Boss ranted, the markswoman had casually reached one of arms behind her head, and while she didn't have quite the same crushing power of Sarge's augmetic grip, her targets were much, much softer.

Every man in the room, even the Mob Boss still balancing his stupid chair, stopped and stared in sympathetic horror as the unfortunate part-Ogryn swayed with every slight movement of the markswoman's hand. The tableau lasted a good ten seconds before Aimy delivered a final viscous twist and the giant goon toppled over like a slow-motion video of a tree falling… which gave Aimy just enough time to let out a panicked squeak as several hundred kilos of goon landed directly on top her.