Letting the boys keep her on the ground, Scar hooked an arm around the back of Korra's neck for leverage. He pressed his free hand against her wind pipe, putting weight down on her throat. If he only choked her long enough for her to pass out, that would give them enough time to sprint for another room. Scar could only pray that he didn't cause her permanent damage.

"I am sorry." He closed his eyes, scowling at himself.