Just as A'Runda was about to strike he hear another voice call out to him. Stopping, he looked over and saw another first order force user. He must've been to distracted with the one before him he didn't notice the one that came up from the side. Glaring at the man through his mask, the Tusken lowered his saber. His body now facing between the two other force users. Looking at the two of them as he turned his head. "Then what, I don't expect anything better then a death sentence. I've heard of you Forst Order types." A'Runda replied to the newcomer. It was clear that from his posture they were no better then an amateur. Holding his saber down low in one hand.
"Another thing, you bargaining skills are worse then a Jawa's. Cause I'm sure going against the wishes of the first order are far worse then any warped idea they have of mercy given the way you treat those you oppose in the galaxy. Or do you plan to take me under, where I'm nothing more then a glorified droid for the Supreme Leader like yourself." A'Runda's tone was quite clearly harsh, and trying to aggravate them. He was sure with words like that he wasn't getting on their good side. Yet he stood ready for whatever they had in store.