((...I'm just trying to figure out how a civilian even got access to the interrogation rooms...))
Mica bent down and grabbed Pauel by the scruff of the neck, dragging him up to eye level. "We'll see how resiliant you are when all of your teeth are knocked out of your head and you're drinking your own blood."
Grabbing him by his back now, the Republic soldier bent Pauel over and fired his knee hard into the space between the two cages of his ribs, giving hhis diaphragm a rather uncomfortable stretch. Dropping him to the floor again, he kicked the Apostle's stomach repeatedly before again kicking him in the head. He put his foot on the man's face. "So what to you say now, dear Apostle?" He spat the title out like it was a bad taste in his mouth.