(Sorry it's taken me so long to get into this, I wasn't sure of the right time to do it.)
At this point, Vegrull got up from his seat at the bar, and pointed his own gun at the Salarian merc. "Let me ask you something, Eclipse: is this really necessary? Is it really worth dying over?" He asked, ready to pull the trigger on a moment's notice. He didn't care about the terms of the tournament, that asari didn't deserve to die or be enslaved over a game of chess.
Archangel had the right idea, whoever he was. He thought to himself.