Location: G
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: [member="Andanian Ategann"], [member="Harmon Taldan"]
The human shield had apparently worked it's purpose, and the soldier removed the advanced weapon from his hands, allowing it to magnetize to another piece of his armor. It was curious that the armor would hold such a feature, though the advantages of such a thing could not be lost upon the Arue'tii who know cast a rapid glance to the solid black vibroblade still jutting from the gutted corpse of an Alliance soldier, humming and churning up a gentle pool of gore as it continued to gradually tear through chunks of muscle and sinew, hacking through bone as though it were nothing but flimsi. The chitin covered hand tightened slightly upon the soldier, who, upon further reflection seemed to scent in a similar fashion to one that he had scented before, though he could not quite place the exact individual or their relationships. Consequently, the captive soldier had yet to draw forth a weapon, which helped to simplify matters with only one opponent.
The opponent offered his name; Harmon Taldan, and proceeded to speak falsities that were both absurd and extremely offensive to the prideful Arue'tii. The idea that his actions were cowardly was a blow that could not be matched even by the weapon that had only recently knocked the wind from his lungs, and the remainder of the inferior's conversation was ignored out of sheer principle of not listening to the snorting of swine. The familiar being still held in his hold spoke of his eyes matching the crimson, and it took him a moment to determine that it was a jest, likely a defensive mechanism to deal with the stressful situation. Abelain kept his eyes locked upon the slowly approaching Taldan, taking special notice of how he creeped forward, attempting distraction with words that the Arue'tii no longer heard.
"You speak thoughts of peaceful surrender, of reconciliation between hostile entities, and yet you spew forth venomous phrases as though you held a moral high ground above me, and as though your thoughts and actions were somehow justified by some enigmatic and benevolent purpose." The Arue'tii began to inch towards the dead corpse, still holding tightly to his hostage who would remain vital in the next portion of his battle plan. "If it is indeed your wish for conflict as you seem to relay, then do not give false witness with your offers, and instead screw yourself to a sticking place and prepare for the shedding of blood. Silence your speech, inferior." Abelain released his hold, giving a harsh shove in the back of the prisoner in the direction of Taldan, attempting to interfere with his aiming and force him to either move or wait for the soldier to remove itself, the obvious problem with such a plan was that Abelain was significantly larger than his hostage, and to compensate with this, he defensively raised the crimson blade upwards to protect his already protected face.
His other hand grasped upon the hilt of the solid black weapon, twirling it outwards of the stomach of the fallen soldier and splattering another splash of gore upon the ground in consequence. There was no longer time to speak, nor to think of appropriate stratagem and tactics, instead it was the time to rush once more unto the foe. Spinning and sending his red cape soaring around his form, the Arue'tii charged forward at his opponent, both blades spread out horizontally in a fashion that would suggest Shii-Cho to the trained eye.
