[center][h2]Zar'kun Je'and[/h2][/center]

As the fire fight continues, the doors to the boiler room fly open and I rush in, my black blades activated and already singing when I reach the other Protectors. The first one finds his head missing before he can even finish switching targets, my right saber dispatching him as my left deflects a pair of bolts away from me. The next one got off several shots on me, but they were all deflected away before my sabers removed first both arms and then also his head. The third had managed to pull his bes'kad free, but looked hesitant. "I'll give you one chance to leave alive."