Lipton watched, hating to be so helpless, knowing that his strategy of distracting Tsung wasn't going to work.

"Cummon, Sonya!" Is what he heard himself shouting instead, watching the progress of the fight anxiously. He could do nothing but hope and pray, at this point, a situation that no man, especially one who had been to war and knew exactly how horrible it felt when men - and, truly, women - were dying every moment and you could do nothing but sit tight and wait. "Get that sonovabitch!"