"Shut the fuck up!" Arthur shouts, in a commanding tone, raising his gun a little higher. He fixes Norrell with a hard stare for a moment before he glances back at Eames. He's a few feet away over Eames' left shoulder, careful to watch Norrell's hands in case he goes for a wand or starts to do some sort of spell.

"Killing him's just gonna make it worse," he tells Eames. "Knock him out if you have to but don't kill him."